washing brain out with soap

i woke this morn from a disturbing medley of dreams:
-i am in an open-air airplane in anchorage with my mother. there is a festival with many lurid decorations of elephants lining 5th avenue- the part of 5th avenue that is beside merrill field. though it is anchorage, the space needle is in the background, framed perfectly at one point by a huge ferris wheel. i take a picture right as the needle is centered within the wheel; immediately afterwards i start to feel nauseating vertigo. the plane is now over a frozen lake and i realize that i am not strapped in. i begin to float away. my mother is trying to grab my arm; she has a hold of me, but i am 3 feet above my seat, 1000 feet above the ground. suddenly we are in a hotel. i am very sick and huddled in the bathroom.
-next frame: i am under the brown polyester quilt on the hotel bed, fading in and out of coherence. a doctor comes to visit. he has a sidekick with him, a young (teenage) guy who is completely naked. i wake to find the teenage guy essentially dry-humping my leg. i tell him off in a very horrified yet articulate way, though the only phrase i can remember now is "i hope no one ever treats your sister like this." he is very abashed. the doctor denies everything and they both exit the room hastily.
-next frame: i am walking down a dirt road. there are yellow flowers growing on either side, nondescript breeder-box housing developments beyond that. the area reminds me of palmer, though it isn't. the same two men -the doctor and his retarded satyr- are standing roadside, masturbating two dogs. i pass them just in time to see both dogs ejaculate into the gravel.
i wake up.
WHAT THE FUCK?
this is seriously what i dream about?
again: WHAT THE FUCK?
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last night i won 2nd in j's poker night. the other two girls were snarky and growing increasingly drunk; the other two guys were disarmingly attractive and much kinder. i drank water. they invited me back.
i was supposed to work a relief shift in tacoma today, my first since leaving in december; they called this morning to say it was slow and i didn't have to. i am delighted by this. it is a fucking beautiful day and i spent all morning with the patio open, feeling spring.