I didn’t get a lot of sleep, but one of the more vivid dreams was a short scene where I was living with Warren* and we got in some stupid fight that was really just both of us dealing with stress, anxiety, and depression. He was mildly verbally abusive due to his mood issues and I took it hard because it was during a depression week. He was mad because the house was a mess. So I started cleaning up crap that we hadn’t gone through, starting with a cloth tote bag with a ton of unicorn-themed toys (he collected these in the dream). I also found a bunch of my old Garfield stuff in the bag. I remember thinking about how nothing really changes and that I’ve gone through this before.
* Name was changed.
Note: I’ve been having so many unicorns in my dreams, it’s getting ridiculous. However, they’ve been all really cute, so I’m not really complaining.
I remember attending a tail-end of a conference that was related to education. It was in what I call a “Georgetown-y” building because of the brick and white elements of a local apartment complex. The lobby was open and really bright and the parking was great.
I remember Warren* was there, but I spent too much time being worried about bothering him. In waking life, in my current emotional state, I would just go up and say hi. I realized after I woke up, if I acted this way in waking life, my avoidance would make him think he would be bothering me and that would make him avoid me instead of approaching me like I wanted in the dream.
* Name was changed.
To help my memory and creativity, I’ve decided to start writing in this journal again and adding some old notes from other dreams.
Last night, I remember there were “agents” searching for me. There was a group of them as if I’d be hard to catch or something and they were led by one guy. Another guy came to warn me and we ducked into an abandoned store.
I didn’t feel afraid of the group or guilty or anything, but I knew I had to try to run. The guy who warned me was way more concerned than I was.
I was about to go out a back door when a girl yelled my first and last name from outside the front door. I stopped to talk to her because I semi-trusted her. I didn’t know what “side” she was on, but I thought she was a good person and worth hearing out. She didn’t come to warn me about the pursuers as much as just notify me. I told her, “I know and that’s why I’m going out the back.”
I went through a door with one of those security metal coverings and a lever handle that didn’t move and out the back into a city alley. I expected a portion of the group there since it would make sense I’d go that way, but there wasn’t anyone. The alley was paved with old brick and it appeared to have rained earlier. The corners of the sidewalks even had worn yellow “dotted” areas (you know, for the blind?). The storefronts reminded me of the ones on State and Court streets in Athens, but this wasn’t Athens. It felt a little like German Village in Columbus, but it wasn’t there, either. After I woke up, I realized it was similar to a location in a past dream that involved running away from something as well, but I was running in the other direction.
This dream later was played back in a “frame” and it showed how close I was to being spotted, but another character would make me move just in time to avoid an “agent” who comically looked down the alley and into dumpsters for me.
I had other dreams, but I don’t remember them. I do, however, remember waking up and being disoriented. It’s weird to go from dreams with fully detailed environments, developed characters with relationships, and a backstory to waking up looking at my ceiling and remembering what is real and having to understand that all that other stuff never happened and only existed in my mind. Eventually, you get used to the disorientation, but it never stops being disorienting. It’s like when you get used to going out in the cold in a tshirt – it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still freezing.
I had many dreams, but one of the ones I remember was using the restroom at a mall and people screamed as a Tyrannosaurus Rex walked through and into the restroom. It even walked into my stall and I think I confused it by not screaming. I think it was supposed to make me realize I was dreaming, but, of course, I thought this was totally normal at the time.