Funny dreams about your job as a nurse

Wellll...I have alot of them, but the first one that pops into my mind was dreamt while I was in pre-nursing classes--chemistry and anatomy. I dreamt I was cooking my dissection fetal pig in a big old beaker, over a bunsen burner with a distillation apparatus attached....and it was going to be dinner....

I guess I'm normal like most of the previous posters, since I dream of work also. I dream of the never-shutting-up blasted IV pumps, call bells constantly going off, co-workers not showing up, etc.

I've had so many dreams about nursing, I don't know where to start!! One that comes to mind is one night I was doing a "quick shift" (finish at 10.30pm, start again at 7.00am). I'd had a horrendous shift, with four pst-op patients at the same time, IV's, Narcotic infusions, four sets of half-hourly obs, washes, you name it! I got home still convinced I'd forgotten half of the stuff I was supposed to do, trying to relax enough to get my four hours sleep before I was due back on shift again.
I dreamed about work ALL night, as you do. I woke suddenly at about 3am, woken by one of those darned IMED's alarming again, and got out of bed to see to it. Realising I was at home, I had a sleepy chuckle, decided to go to the loo and settle back to bed. After my ablutions, I found myself looking for the fluid-balance chart to mark down 'pt went to toilet'"!!
Hmmm..... needless to say, when I turned up for shift next morning I was anything but relaxed, having worked another full shift in my sleep!

While working in a nursing home, the LPN, who was the med nurse, told me that she had a dream about Ativan pills chasing her down the hallways!

speaking of Ativan, don'tcha wish sometimes, that it could be in the ventilation system so everyone could benefit?

When I was a waitress, I always had a dream that I was the only one working and suddenly people were lined up around to corner to come eat!

My favorite work related dream was a crazy one.

There was an older male patient sitting in the hallway in a Geri chair, having a nice visit with a well-dressed gentleman. Suddenly, the visitor stabbed the patient in the jugular, and blood began to shoot everywhere, very Texas Chainsaw Massacre-esque. Terrified, I ran to find another nurse or ANYONE, for that matter (of course I was the only person working on the floor, right?) and I found two of the most experienced nurses from my department...on a screened in porch, smoking. I told them what had happened and they didn't care. I woke up and was so shaken I couldn't go back to sleep. But that's not even the best part. I knew the murdering visitor was familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. A few days later, when I did go back to work, I was walking by a surgical attending...and I realized...it was HIM! I was a bit freaked out, especially since this physician is very nice!

*~Jess~*

In nursing school, I found that my dreams often coincided with the topics we were covering in school. When we were studying the pancreas, I had a dream in which my fiance had a child from a previous marriage and was giving her pineapple juice with her lunch. I ended up waking up my fiance with my sleeptalking, frantically asking him whether his daughter was diabetic. I chastised him for giving her pineapple juice, since she was prone to hyperglycemia. In reality, neither of us have ever been married and he has no children!

One of my recurring nursing dreams is SOOOO embarassing, that I have trouble at work because I keep remembering it !! I dream that I didn't put my uniform top on, and went to work with pants, shoes, hair all done, but my breasts bare and swingin'! For some reason, it seemed perfectly reasonable when I got dressed and drove in. Even during patinet handover it was OK. Only when I started to do rounds with the paediatrician did it occur to me that he was looking at my chest rather than my face. I wound smile and pretend nothing was wrong, 'casually' trying to cover myself up. My embarrassment would rise as the paediatrician, too, tried to ignore my lack of dress. We would finish the round, and I wound run away down the hall to hide.

The first time I had this dream, I worked witha that doctor the very next day! He's a sweet, polite middle-aged Englishman. (And no, I don't have a crush oh him!) I found it SO difficult to look at him normally, remembering how in my dream I'd paraded around shamelessly in front of him.

hmmm...maybe you subconsciously wished you could be more bold with him--maybe not parade around topless, but look at him and talk to him?