Having a cold that’s making it hard to breathe when I’m on my side gave me long connected dreams.
I’m not in the mood to write at the moment, so this won’t be very detailed…
The first dream was Charlie* (“Observer-Charlie”) telling me that he died while serving in the Middle East in 2006. I remember attending some funeral/memorial thing for him. I was like, “That sucks, but how the hell are you in my dreams, then?” (The plot deals with shared dreaming.)
I thought, in my dream, it was a lame excuse why I never saw him in waking life.
Gotta love my subconscious, eh?
In waking like, the person the Charlie* character was based on updated his MySpace page after 2006. The person the character was based on better not have died because he was pretty cool when I knew him.
I remember hanging out with co-workers/friends that I never met in real life. It was in a totally different city, but still in the technology realm. I remember hanging out at two different apartment buildings at a party and being drunk and they lived in tall buildings with elevators. One guy’s place was in the basement, a tiny closet-sized studio, and the others were 600 sq. ft. lofts with balconies. One balcony was a shared one with a restaurant that the restaurant used for special occasions. I remember it raining on that one and it messed up an old CRT computer monitor they stored out there.
I was at a conference with these co-workers and some professional rich people.
I remember walking down some steps just to climb up another staircase. The carpet was maroonish red and the banisters were white.
Once I got to the platform at the top of the steps, some volunteers gave me two neck ties. One was a weird Paletonia green color and I held them up and said, “Yay! More free ties!” and I seriously wondered what I needed ties for.
I sat at a table near the front as normal, but I noticed my co-worker friends were in the other section. The speaker handed out newspaper clippings about some building being torn down. I saw that people were still arriving, so I grabbed the newspaper clippings and ties and rushed over to the side with my co-workers to see if they got the news clippings and to make fun of the ties.
They had their own TV set up with an enlargement of the clipping.
I was like, “I’m going to get my stuff and move over here with you guys.”
Axel* was playing a musical keyboard in the corner – something that was like a pop version of a classical song.
Someone from my co-worker group yelled out, “Hope, will you dance with Stanley?” I was like, “Sure! Why not?”
Stanley (in the dream) was a shy co-worker and the co-workers were trying to set us up on dates, etc. He was a decent guy, my type except for the shyness.
Stanley got up to dance right then. I said, “Now?” and then the co-workers clapped to get me to dance with him.
I said, “The song is a weird song for dancing…”
He said, “Well, the newspaper clipping is about kicking down buildings so I thought we could do a kick-dance…” and he demonstrated it.
I was about to start kick-dancing with him when the song ended. Then Axel* started playing another classical song that was not a “kicking” song, but we tried to dance all weird anyway. It was fun and hilarious.
* Names were changed.
Bits and pieces:
Last night, the biggest part of the dream I remember was sitting on a lounge chair on a bunch of sand. In the sand, there were different types of snakes. I wasn’t afraid of the snakes at all. I was afraid of stepping on them and hurting them by accident. I tried to tap them on the head with my barefoot to get them to move away from the chair. One of them was a cobra and I was impressed with how high it was able to lift its head.
I remember a dream from Friday night/Saturday morning where I was chatting with some guy at a bar with a red element (like large draping cloth) as I waited for friends. I remember I was drinking water nervously and how the light looked as it went through the glass of ice. The guy and I hit it off, but he had a girlfriend who came by later. We went as a group to another restaurant next door. It was snowing.
Kara, Sean, and some new friends met me there and I remember Kara having crazy short hair and it was straight and in a pony-tail and looked awesome. However, she went by the name “Jenna.”
“Man, I had nightmares last night. Some were cool though and had sci-fi technology that went wrong and I went after the guy who sabotaged it.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
What I can still remember of the dream five days later is that the technology involved flying transportation and to get to the parking garage structure, others and I had to go in a spherical capsule and it shot up in the air and would get caught in the magnetic pull of the structure. However, the bad guy sabotaged it so the capsule kept going back to the launch dock.
Posting about my dream last night inspired a dream this morning about being in the same huge ship, but I was apartment hunting in a part that had a fake beach view with projected sounds and smells. Later, this turned into North Carolina and the only reason I was moving was because I felt bad that I was the only person who showed interest in the place and felt obligated. In real life, North Carolina is way too hot to live there. Columbus is hot enough in the summer.
— Hope Moore on Facebook