The dream started with my grandfather being ill and in the hospital. At least I think he was the first one to fall ill. Me and my mother were visiting him and I'm fairly certain that my brother, his girlfriend and their dog (Yup!) were there too. Some kind of nurse or nurse's aid came to pick up my grandfather in a wheelchair to take him to radiology. I remember that I thought it was an interesting choice of nurse as he was this really tall, wide-shouldered man in his late 50s and looked more as if he were about to do a mob-hit than transport my grandfather to get X-rays taken. I walked with them part of the way and then they turned left and I said goodbye. Another nurse came by and, for some reason, asked me where my grandfather was going. I told her and she replied:
"But... radiology is that way?" and pointed to the corridor to the right. For some reason this scared me, as if I'd somehow been afraid that someone was going to kidnap my grandfather and I told my mother who didn't share my fears but at least was concerned enough that we go down to the ground floor and look for the nurse who'd taken him in the computer system, arguing that a man in that age group shouldn't be hard to find.
My brother and his girlfriend and their dog had now joined us out in the hospital corridor and the dog had lain down on the floor, on his side, not looking well. It seemed we knew he was about to get sick (there was also a discussion concerning whether it was dangerous for the dog to be on the floor like that in case someone came by pushing a wheelchair or bed without seeing him) and they decided to take him to the vet and my brother and his girlfriend disappeared with their dog.
My mum and I went down to the ground floor, which bore an eery similarity to one of the entrances to the shopping centre in my hometown. There was a computer to search for employees of the hospital there and it reminded me of a cash point machine. My mum was looking for the nurse while I was just looking around at all the cafés and people everywhere. A lot of con artists were selling things and causing trouble and there was an escalator dividing the ground floor into two different levels. Once you went up it you were free of the various con artsits and weird people and it looked more like a proper hospital up there. But now we were on the lower level and my mum said she couldn't find him. I went over to help her, but couldn't find anything either. There was a table and some chairs right next to the computer and we sat down to think about it for a moment. Some mid-twenties guy sat down too and he was smiling at me in a very creepy way. Then he put on the world's largest head set and started commentating a sports event. I'm not joking, he was saying something along the lines of: "Here I am at Hovet in Stockholm, looking down on the..." I remember thinking that he was either commentating tennis or the ridiculous, Swedish sport that is "floorball", I'm not sure why I knew it was one of those two sports.
We decided to head back upstairs, to look for my brother (who my mother now feared was getting ill, clearly it was a bad day to be a member, or pet, of our family). The right escalator was broken but I got on it anyway and started walking up. Then I saw my mother ride by on the one next to me, which they'd apparently switched on to compensate. But I only got half-way before some scary bloke grabbed me and lifted me up and held me, with the help of his friends, saying something about me not walking on the escalator. I think it was somehow moving now, because I remember thinking that I was afraid there'd be an accident if he kept holding me in that tight grip as the escalator was running. I kicked, and screamed, and after a while a girl came running down the escalator with her mobile. She shouted something about taking a picture of the guy holding me for the police and he threatened her, saying bad things would happen if she did, but she still took the picture and he let me go. She and I ran back up the escalator and she offered to send the picture to my phone. I gave her my brother's number since my phone can not accept pictures (which is true, actually, so there was some semblance to reality), hoping I'd find him before she sent it so that I could explain what it was in case he decided to erase the picture some stranger sent him.
But now I'd lost my mother, she was nowhere to be found and I started looking for her. But somehow, I decided to go to this... teenage village-type place where a girl I knew from my choir lived (except she wasn't in my choir in the dream, and she was a few years younger than she really is). I remember getting off the bus in this little area outside of town. It looked quite nice and peaceful when you hopped of the bus, and there was a little patch of trees just by the road. I saw a deer in there and pointed it out to the woman waiting for another bus. She said something about that being very unusual in those parts and I said that I saw a lot more deer and wildlife there than I did in my hometown. She was surprised at that and I told her not to be as I was from Jönköping. For some reason she said she'd figured out by my accent that I was from there, which was strange since I don't have that much of an accent and most people can't recognise the accent from my town anyway.
I started walking, but instead of following a road I went towards the patch of trees and went through them, and around a paddock and suddenly found myself in an area made up of tents. But it wasn't your typical camping tents it was the overhead kind they use a festivals and things to sell food from. And these teenagers had divided different tasks between them and were making food and serving beverages in from these different tents. It was really like walking down a street but still being inside a tent. Just before I'd entered the "tent street" I'd felt a bit of rain and when I reached the end of it, it was pouring down like you wouldn't believe, but just as I was about to exit it stopped and I pointed out how weird that was to some of the teenagers around me. Then I left the tent street and now I was on a, sort of, larger "street" that was pretty much just a long stretch of mud with a lot of tents and caravans on either side. I remember finding the girl I was looking for, but I have no idea why I was looking for her and then I woke up.
All in all, a very pointless dream, but since I remembered it so vividly when I woke up I decided to write it down. This is what happens when you go to sleep in the middle of the day when you're sick, kids! Beware!
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