There is Nothing Left For You Here Anymore - 24 April 2010

I am in this very primitive building.  It has dirt floors and is very, very rustic.  There is something being filmed in this location, a television series.  I am on the production crew and part of the craft service serving the food to the actors.  I am particularly in charge of the principles in the TV series, that is,  the "Stars of the Show."  We are on break and the two actors on the set decide to simply eat on the set instead of going back to their trailers.  So, I begin setting up a nice place for them to eat.  The last scene they shot was on an office set.  As I brought in the napkins and the eating utensils, I happened to glance over at the main actor and she already had everything.  This confused me.  I was in charge, yet someone had already given this actor her eating utensils.  She was trying to hide these from me, so I wouldn't find out who had preceded me. 

When I walked back off-set, it seemed like the director, producer and the film crew were playing back and commenting on what they had shot that morning.  A crowd had gathered around the film crew (these seemed to be people off the street), and everyone seemed to be an expert.  They were all giving their opinions, saying, "They should do this, they could've done that, and on and on."  I was busy for the most part, and just worked around this crowd of about 10 people.  One of them was the UPS man or a postman.  The rest were simply people off the street.

The next thing I knew I was on the ground.  I was trying to bury some coffee cups, exactly like the ones we use in our restaurant in Mexico.  Even though I was the one doing this, I didn't know why on earth I was on the ground trying to bury coffee cups, and with my bare hands.  At one point I even tried to break up the hardened ground with my own teeth.  Something didn't seem right and I didn't feel like myself.  Suddenly I start feeling really weird and I don't think I can even hold myself up any longer.  I keep hearing this woman's voice in my left ear.  She is saying over and over again, "There's nothing left for you here anymore.  There's nothing left for you here anymore."

Suddenly I have fallen over onto my side.  My eyes and mouth are wide open.  I leave my body and look at myself.  I have this grotesque look on my face.  I realize that I am dying and I can still hear this woman beside me continuing to tell me that there's nothing left for me here anymore.  Suddenly, I see Dave, my husband, come to my side.  And he begins to cry, then sob and I can see how sad he feels that I am dying.  I continue to hear this woman's voice.  Then, somehow, I get enough strength to sit up.  I want to shut this woman up who's talking to me.  I see a box of tissues.  I begin stuffing this woman's mouth with tissues.  Actually, after awhile, there didn't seem to be a body connected to the voice, just this big set of what looked like, dentures, lying on the ground beside my partially buried coffee cups.  I am still filling the woman's dentures with big wads of tissues when I wake up.