This dream has been viewed 10048 times.A long dream, something about my gay roommate back when I lived in S___ (forgot most of this early dream).
Wake up for a little while, but just go back to sleep because I'm so tired. Something about being at a ski resort with friends that used to be my co-workers -- in particular, K___ is there and we are joking around with each other. Then, I keep waking up at several-minute intervals. This goes on and on, about 30 times! And every time, I forget what happens in each "dream interval" the second I wake up.
In the last dream of the night, I'm supposed to get a blood transfusion, but I'm having to get the blood ready myself. Unfortunately, it's at a school fair and everything seems highly unprofessional, even though there are doctors present. I try to get my father to help me prepare the unit of blood, for I'm having trouble with the I.V. line and the needle that's at the end of it, but he's preoccupied with congratulating one of the speakers after a lecture. I finally get him to help me, but he says we need a sterile docker to put the needle on the end of the line that's coming out of bag of blood.
Somehow, the unit of blood is now hanging on a hospital bed that I'm wheeling around. I lose Dad in the crowd. I go to the classroom where the sterile docker was and discover that a new class has come in and all the health care items were removed by the previous teacher ... including the sterile docker.
In a panic, I start running around the entire school campus looking for it. I go to the main auditorium, where workers in various health care professions are now starting to take down their displays. Getting frustrated and angry, I dash out of there and push one of the swinging doors open so hard that it comes off its hinges and smashes against the opposite wall of the hallway. People stop what they're doing and look at me with disapproval, and begin whispering to each other ... I realize that they think I'm losing it.
I finally run into one of the residents that rotated through our lab (in real life), V___. I show him the unit of blood, which now has six units of platelets attached to it by another line. He's horrified by the fact that I have left the needle exposed to the air, which is not sterile procedure. So he puts something over the first part of the line and starts forcing the platelet plasma back up through it into the bag. But the line is bulging like it's going to burst from the back pressure he's applying ... and I see that the red blood cells are now getting mixed in with the plasma. My heart sinks as I realize that I'm probably not going to get my unit of blood -- this just isn't going to work.
I wake up.