DREAM PRINCESS DREAMS
Okay, brace yourself... this is a long one. Last night/this morning I had one of those dreams that went from thing to thing to thing. It also has a piece of a recurring dream in it. Anyway, here goes...

First, I was driving my bright yellow VW down all these neighborhood streets trying to find a good parking spot. I noticed there were several houses with towers and all kinds of weird architecture that were built up in the tops of trees. Not like your typical tree houses but literally big regular houses that were sort of floating above the tree branches.

I finally found a great parking spot just a block away from work. The hospital campus had a giant track and soccer/football/baseball field just across the street from where I parked. I walked through the field and entered the hospital down this dark hallway. This hallway is the recurring dream... it is always dark and scary. Sometimes there are dead bodies in it but there weren't last night. It always emerges at a different place... sometimes at the finance office, sometimes at the purchasing office, sometimes the cafeteria. This time, it emerged at sort of the mail room. Even though I didn't work in that department, they put me straight to work. I was sorting plastic containers and putting them in the appropriate mail boxes.

As I was doing my thing, this woman came in and all the people I was working with started commenting on her new t-shirt. She had remade a shirt with our logo on it and they all started chiming in about how awful the marketing department was for not being willing to reprint the shirts. "Those were the best shirts they ever made! I think its dumb that they won't just reprint them so everyone can wear them." "They're cheap bastards over there." I finally cut in and told them I actually was from marketing and that they were really expensive shirts to produce. They didn't believe me so I called the vendor to find out what it would cost for us to order more of the stupid shirts. I found out they would now charge $220 per shirt. "Oh, that can't be right. You should talk to whatsherface in purchasing to see what price they could get on them." I agreed to call her but nobody could remember what her name actually was. So, I walked over to purchasing because I thought it would be easier to just talk to her in person since we couldn't remember her name. Got there but she wasn't in. Then, it was time to leave for the day anyway.

I left from purchasing and went back out the scary hallway. Midway down the hall, it opened into the gift shop then back into the scary hallway again. At the end of the hallway, a young boy was just walking in looking lost and scared. I asked if I could help him find something or someone. He said he was told to meet at room 341 for soccer practice. I told him that didn't make sense and asked who his coach was. He didn't know the coach's name. We wandered around together for a while until he saw some of his team members.

Finally, I was back outside and heading to my car, when one of the gals from administration stopped me and asked if I wouldn't mind being a coach. I said sure so she handed me a packet of information and told me I needed to read chapter one and everything highlighted in pink.

I got in my car to go home and drove down the road with the floating houses up in the trees. Once home, I opened my coach packet and started reading. It was a whole lot of math equations all highlighted in pink, of course!

I did my best to solve the math problems and read the first chapter, which was all the game rules for soccer. Then, I turned to the next page which, highlighted in pink, was a message to coaches... you must post your homework each day between 5 and 5:10 p.m. Your homework assignments must be corrected and posted between 6:50 and 7 p.m. daily.

I got really upset and went to see the gal from administration who had given me the packet. "I thought I was just helping out for a few days. I didn't understand coaches were responsible for homework, too. And that it would take so much of my personal time!" She assured me it wouldn't take that much time each day. Then, informed me that our chief financial officer needed to step down from his role of head coach, and had appointed me to that role. I got pissed and must have flown out of there.

DREAM QUEEN INTERPRETS
Wow. Such a busy dream night. I hope you had time to rest. Before I start the interpretation, here is a bit of information about my research. I was instructed to say, "Ummmm," before beginning. That, in some circles, is a way of calling on God.

 I tried it once, but heard a voice say, "Knock it off." Not sure that God uses that terminology, so kind of think it was my husband. Not wanting to push fate, I gave up on that method.

That bright yellow VW in your dream is your earthly version of traveling on heavens golden streets. The floating houses represent heavens mansions. You see heaven as floating on clouds.

I see in your profile that spending time at home with your husband is your idea of heaven. This dream took place on Saturday night after a day of contentment at home away from the workplace.
The dark, scary hallway which you walked down, and have walked many times in the past, is this world as we know it with its many hazards. You never know what dangers lurk in your path from day to day.  Thus, dead bodies in the hallway sometimes.

The reason you emerge in various places from dream to dream is because life is not stagnant. The thing in life that is consistant is that there is always change. You never know from day to day what people will want from you.
When you ended up in the mailroom you went right to work even though that was not your job. That is because in the world of the awake, it is your nature to do whatever the moment requires.

Even though the woman that wanted the t-shirt clearly went over the line in asking and then insisting on getting a free t-shirt, you still tried to accommodate her. I'm thinking that in real life you might need to say, "Screw you.  Buy your own expensive t-shirt."

The lost, frightened boy represents all the lost and frightened people you encounter in life. There are many out there, and it is your nature to try help all of them.

You want to help them, yet you know it's impossible to help everyone. Your dream is telling you "The more you help, the more help is required of you. Fly away from this to your safe haven."