Tragic Night at Work

This dream felt very scattered and blurry. Well, what I should say is that it feels very scattered and blurry now.

I am at work. Bad news has been received by Paula at her last doctor's appointment. She has been diagnosed with some dread disease and has little time left to live. This alone would be sad news, but I've also learned that my grandmother on my father's side is in a coma. I am interestingly distraught by this. We are not very close and in general I don't like associating with her. Perhaps for this reason I feel as though I haven't been as close as I should have and feel some guilt. Strangely enough, my mom brings her over to my work. She's laying in a bed with a sheet over her. I think the fact that the sheet is over her entire body adds to a sense of hopelessness about her condition. I walk over to her and pull the sheet down. She ahs her eyes shut and seems fairly peaceful laying there. I say some things to her that I cannot now remember. Somehow I know what is going to happen before it does, but I am amazed by it nonetheless. My grandmother's eyes open and she looks about. She squeezes my hand to let me know she's there. I call to my mom to come over. She is surprised and arranges to take her back to the hospital. I follow them down to the lobby and bid them farewell.

It is late now. I don't recall whether I was planning to stay the night in the lobby or not at this point, but I head to the restroom on the ground floor. The bathroom is pretty large and I look for a stall to use. Most of the ones near the front are in use so I head towards the back. The toilets back there are all pretty dirty. I'm not comfortable using any of them so I head back to the front. Two people have just finished next to each other so I head in that direction. The first guy neglected to flush the toilet so I move to the next one. I walk in and the guy who was in it steps up behind me. He tells me that if I can get out he'll give me some amount of money. I decline. At this point he moves a bit to the side and I decide it's probably best if I get out of there. I try to get by, but he pushes me back. I call for help from the other people in the bathroom, but nobody is willing to help. Then he lets me leave. But when I start to head out, I notice that he's holding my wallet in my hand. The wallet is connected by a chain, so I'm confused how he got it, but then I see the chain has been broken. I ask him to give me the wallet back, and he roughs me up a bit. I am very distraught at having just been mugged, but I Have a "tough luck" feel about it. I get myself comfortable on the couch and lay there for a bit. After awhile I realize I need to use the restroom again. I walk over to the restroom and open the door. I quickly back out again because the guy who mugged me is still in there. On the way back I pass by a security guard. I tell her about the mugger and she tells me she'll call 911. I wait around anxiously and the police finally arrive and bring three guys out of the bathroom. I identify two of them as the muggers and tell the police that the third guy had nothing to do with it. The muggers inform me they threw my wallet in the trash. Then the police take them away. I retrieve my wallet and notice that it is now the next day. I am very tired, but I need to attend a meeting.

The meeting has a few people in it, but the only person I recognize is Judy. I end up getting very annoyed in the meeting and I throw a pencil across the room in anger. I yell a few things at Judy and it's clear my anger is directed at her. Then I regain control of myself and appologize to everyone. I'm on the verge of tears as I sit on the ground. Judy asks me if it's because of Paula and I say partly, but also because of my grandmother and getting mugged. I recall some people being shocked at the mugging, but it fades out from there.