“Couldn’t fall asleep until 4 a.m., ended up dreaming I was some undercover CIA agent, but it was edited like a movie, so I was given gadgets that looked like a blue lighter and liquid concealer (makeup) and didn’t know how they worked. I was ‘interrogated’ by some mob guy who just beat up everyone. He got ready to punch me in the face to break my nose. He hesitated when I said, ‘OK’ and was willing to take the punch. I think the other guy was undercover, too. He swung and my alarm went off before he hit my face.”
– Hope Moore on Facebook
“It seems like my dreams have been inspired by things I see the day of rather 10 days before lately. I dreamed of wearing 18th-century clothing because I watched HBO’s John Adams last night. However, the dream of scientists running toward radioactive boxes came out of nowhere.”
– Hope Moore on Facebook
“I couldn’t fall asleep until 4:30 a.m. this morning, but when I did sleep, I wish I had a device to record my dreams. There was an awesome fallen angel /god scene that was projected on a domed ceiling that made you feel like you were falling. IT WAS AWESOME.
“It was after seeing a funnel cloud forming over a city. The scene had some god/demon? dragging a character through rings of other eager/jealous angels/demons. Inside the tall funnel cloud. After on the ground, I remember being able to look up through the rings.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
I overslept and slept crazy deep.
I had a dream that people from the past traveled to our time/dimension and I had planned to travel back to their time/dimension and they wanted to disguise me as a male for safety and I was dressed in animal skins and furs and chainmail. That stuff was so heavy. I also had to learn their old English-like language (which used words from the heraldry book I’m reading in waking life) before they’d let me go.
On top of all this, the Ohio State Fair was going on and I also dreamed I was trying to get information from someone at a school, that was part of a building that also had a corner supermarket, to give to an old coworker/photojournalist at the fair.
At the end when I was leaving, I said goodbye to an adorable talking owl and even petted its face. IT WAS SO ADORABLE.
When learning their language, I kept telling them how crappy it is that “left” is “sinister” (it was actually close to, but not the same word).
Now that I think about it, I think I was going back to their time as a translator.