stress = dreams about work

like my life isn't crazy enough, it bubbles up in my dreams, like last night.

I was at work. I stuck my head in an 'abandoned' room to check on my dog, which I apparently brought with me and shoved in an empty room. He had completely destroyed the room, digging at the floor and wall until he could crawl outside. I move him down to the room at the end of the hall, which has transformed itself into an outdoors campout with a bunch of stoners. I ask the stoners if they would watch my fully flea infested dog (read: completely covered, eww.) So, I leave to do rounds with the aide coming on the hall. We do rounds and I'm pretty sure there's an all out code brown, but afterwards I go back to the stoner's campout to retrieve my dog. While I was out, the stoners gave my dog a joint and he smoked it and turned into a man. a stoner-man. a stoner-man-dog, if you will. anyway. I'm down there trying to figure out what happened to my dog when I hear the DON's voice at the end of the hall. Since I work second shift, she really shouldn't be there at this time. it's 11 pm. So, i nonchalantly walk with my stoner-man-dog to the nurses' station where it becomes apparent that the night shift nurses have called in for the evening and the DON was forced to come in and work. I'm standing at the desk, when she comes out of the med room with a bag of trash. Of course, she's not wearing scrubs (which i have seen before, btw, it's really weird) but instead she's dressed like she would on a normal day: skirt, fruffy top, lab jacket. and i push my stroller (where the hell did a stroller come from?) and walk my stoner-man-dog out the front door.