Dream About Hospital Patients Taking Over Kitchen

This dream was about

Joellen who is my friend and coworker, we both manage different departments but the entire kitchen together. We were operating normally even though the kitchen looked a bit gloomy, empty and somewhat sepia toned. A little girl came running up to Joellen saying she needed Joellen to look at her family member. At this point we all start running behind this little girl. Joellen stopped to go into her office and all of a sudden now a few employees and myself are running behind the girl. She runs all the way to the end corner of the kitchen and goes through a door where you can see lines of hospital beds lined up. We stop and don’t pass the door and I turn around and tell everyone not to go through the door with my hand out in front of me. I tell my staff “that’s a different department and there’s nothing we can do about that as we are not medical” suddenly a bunch of patients swarm into our kitchen and start yelling that they need care and that we need to open up the kitchen. The patients are frustrated and I keep yelling out for joellen. I see her running but she can’t hear me. Suddenly she hears me and stops in a somewhat playful manner, we run towards each other but for some reason we each keep saying “come here, come here” though we’re both already running towards one another. We meet in the middle and realize that the patients have taken over the hospital. I end up finding out that the hospital opens up what seems like a mall and directs staff only to enter this mall. The mall is behind huge curtains of sorts or more like projector panels that are red and orange hued. I direct Joellen there and tell her we have to go behind there because it’s for the staff. At this moment I start telling her the story of what happened with the little girl and before I can say that I told the staff to stop and extended my hand she starts telling the ending back to me as if she was the one who gave the order to the staff to not go past the door. Once we get past the curtain panels, we enter what seems like an old theater with the ceiling somehow exposed. We could see the sky but there was a sort of hard plastic ceiling still covering. It looked as if it had been inundated with water because as we’re walking through I start to see that the seats are drenched, they looked like dirty sponges. We’re walking through tying to get out of it and we see patients scavaging to find free items they can take home. I tell Joellen “let’s get out of here for all we know these seats have fungus” I remember seeing an old lady who looked a bit sad and Ill.