Dreams from last night

I dreamed I went on a date with a widower at a restaurant in a Chicago mall. There were two small blonde girls there who needed attention. I kept trying to get them to sit still but they wouldn’t oblige. I got something in my eye and needed to find some contact solution, so I walked out of the mall and down a block to the corner traffic light. People were everywhere and it was dark. A woman selling artwork told me she had some contact solution. I noticed her hands were filthy and I told her thank you anyway, but that I needed to get back to my date. She said if I would let her, she would be the best date I ever had. I walked back into the mall the same way I came but found myself utterly lost. I walked for what seemed like ages. I finally asked a woman at a department store if they had directions to the restaurant. They laughed at my southern accent and one of the women was on the phone with her boyfriend telling him everything that was happening. I said forget it, I’ll find it myself, and I went back outside. This time a short stubby balding man showed up on a bicycle to show me the way. He immediately ran into me with his bike. I said forget it! I’ll find it myself! My lover (not my date) texted me something about email spam and I told him I was lost in Chicago. I waited for his response as the sun rose overhead. 

I dreamed that I got up from my desk at work and Dennis (pharmacist at psych hospital who is now dead) said, “You’re not getting ready to go are you?” as he leaned on his cane. “No," I said, "just need to go pee in a few.” I paused, then asked, “Do you still have to pee in heaven or are you good now?” “Oh, I’m good now,” he said smiling. It was as normal and casual as possible. Jennifer (also worked at the psych hospital) was pregnant, due tomorrow, and looked decades younger. Scott (from the accounting firm I worked at) passed my desk while I was seated. I was filing something, and his pants zipper was two inches from my face.