She's Going Into Deep Eye!

I dreamt I was in the future and Tegan Quin was some nurse or doctor (but she looked younger, like in the So Jealous era). She wanted me to do some weird experimental medical procedure, and at first I was alright with it, so she strapped me into this dentist-like chair. That part was scary in itself, but then the seat started rising and eventually it rose all the way to this REALLY hot ceiling/lighting fixture kind of thing. It scalded my cheek. As soon as it hit my skin, I told her to put me back down, I couldn't do it. So she did, and she asked me if I could come back tomorrow for that same test, and I said, *intake of breath through clenched teeth* "Oooo, I'm busy." And she responded, "How about Monday/Wednesday?" I nodded glumly (and for some reason, I was thinking that I was planning to time travel back to present time sooner then that anyways, so she'd never find me) and while she was writing down the appointment, I walked into this hallway and looked at these pictures on the wall. The pictures were of things they had sponsored, and one of the pictures was of a gay/lesbian singing choir in baseball jerseys. There was also another picture of a woman that looked like Tina Turner complete with a short gold dress and sporting a mohawk. There was a name at the bottom of both pictures, "Kym Wilde." I assume this must have been the photographer. (FYI, I had to google this name, and apparently there is a real Kym Wilde (spelled just like that), she's a porn star.) Tegan came back out from the doctor's office and somehow the hallway turned into the kitchen at the house I lived in with my parents. She was sitting on the counter and I was hopelessly flirting, but my cock-blocking mom was holding a bag of groceries in the room as well. I kind of pull Tegan off the counter and try to look at her closely, but my vision gets super blurry. I ask her "Why can't I see you very well?" Everything is fuzzy, and she gets worried and brings out one of those pen-size flashlights. Then she mentions to someone (by this point we're back in that office, and I can't see anything at all but a very blurry face in front of me) and she says "She's going into 'Deep Eye'!" (lol, my subconscious brings up some weird doctor lingo.. I guess this must have meant I was dehydrated, because while I was in that state of shock, that's what I thought was wrong with me). I felt her and some other people strap me back down into that scary dentist-like chair, and I was relieved to wake up. I didn't like being in that chair at all, I knew I'd get burnt by that damn contraption above me.