The parts I remember was being in some indoor place with a lot of water. I was jet skiing around a “circuit” that was 2.5 miles. I overshot a large metal bridge where my parents were waiting. I remember “2080” being in the middle of the bridge. My dad jumped in as I was trying to reverse. He was determined to swim the circuit and I was impressed – that was quite a distance to swim.
I remember I somehow fell into a center area with water that was less dense and sunk to the bottom. It was calmer than the other water and I was able to swim to the top, but I ended up swimming into the denser water with some waves and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. My dad asked me about the boat and keys and I said I lost them – which meant I had to swim out to get it before I was allowed out of the water. At least the keys were in the boat because I remembered, in the dream, that I dropped the keys once and it took forever to find them.
In another dream, I remember waking up in an unfamiliar house and Axel’s* dog was there. It might have been Axel’s house (I’ve never been there in waking life). I remember talking to it – it was a nice dog. In my dream, it had a foreign name I couldn’t remember, so I was trying to guess and I said, “Malika!…no that’s not right…” Malika is the name of Matt and Jenn’s cat lol. I gave up and started calling it “Wolf” because it was more respectable than “Dog.” I tried to think of what “Wolf” was in German because I wanted it to be a foreign name and kept pronouncing “Wolf” in a German accent, but I couldn’t remember what the actual word was. I settled on “Loup,” which is French for “Wolf” even though it reminded me of Harry Potter and I started calling it “Lupin.”
Note: I looked up “Wolf” in German – I had it right…it was “Wolf” said in a German accent. …at least according to Google Translate.
* Names were changed
Song from a dream I don’t remember, but it was completely random.
The first set of dreams I had involved, at least, three fake “observer” dreams. I say they’re fake because the observers didn’t have the “observer” feeling and I think I had them because I was writing something similar in a story where someone communicating something important through dreams would say the same thing over and over to make sure the message got through instead of forgotten.
The dream wasn’t crazy detailed. All I remember is Stephen* telling me if I saw squares, he was somehow involved in the dream and Dwayne* was telling me to look for a pattern with movie titles or something.
So the next dream starts with me participating in some experiment with dreaming and I was going through a screening process. I remember sitting in some training room/classroom in a Sears Hardware store. There were a chalkboard and a pull-down projection screen to my left. I was sitting in the middle of the room facing into a center aisle. A nice-looking scientist in his early-to-mid 30s entered the room and sit across from me (on a cushioned stool with wheels that doctors have) with a spiral notebook and did the whole “doctor” thing with flipping through information and clicking a pen to write down something. He looked tired like I was his 30th participant that day and he normally doesn’t get up that early and the coffee wasn’t kicking in. I remember thinking he must be a nice guy…when he’s got some sleep. I can’t remember if he asked me questions, but I remember him touching my face and moving my head around a little as if he was looking at my eyes or skin or something. He wrote something down and looked up at me. I blinked and he suddenly appeared to be calming down from laughing his ass off. I think his eyes were even watering. The way he looked after the blink was if I said something so funny or unexpected that it woke him up and made his day. He couldn’t stop smiling. I remember my face hurting as if I had just laughed for a while as well. I also noticed the projection screen moving a little. He got up and went to the door and opened it for me saying we were done. I looked at him, confused, and said, “You hypnotized me?” He said, “What makes you think that?” I told him about how weird it was that his mood changed in a blink and the screen was moving and he said, “You’re very observant,” and signaled me out of the room.
In the next room, it was in a kitchen area, but desks were set up. I was one of the last people in the class and tried to choose a desk within the “Princeton ’T’” but the only one left was the one by the door I just walked through. We all turned our chairs/desks inward, so I ended up in the back anyway. The class was about trying to move around the limbs of our dream bodies. Most people picked it up quickly and the wheelchair-bound person on the other side of the room was surprised she could move her legs. I had no trouble with the tasks – even the “advanced” stuff like moving both arms and legs at the same time. I was even doing movements over and over and joked, “Is this a fitness class?” Then again, I’ve had other “training” dreams where I’ve dreamed I was learning to use dream technology and had to use my mind to move the limbs and picked that up quickly, as well. We even had to make signs with our hands. One of the signs we had to make using our hands was forming a SQUARE with our index fingers and thumbs. I also remember we had paper bracelets like the ones you get at expos saying you paid or festivals to show you are old enough to drink. The girl next to me had two dark green bracelets laying on her desk. I had (I think) a light green bracelet on and a maroon/purple one on my desk. I often fidgeted with my bracelet. I think that part was from having a lavender bracelet from the expo on Sunday in waking life.
When the class was over, I left last (as usual) and actually ended up cleaning up after the other participants. We had food and I remember throwing out pizza and some other things and stacking plates and bowls. Staying after allowed me to chat with the teacher – my competitive way of standing out in a class. If you sit in the front row and treat the teacher with respect, you can get away with crap like showing up late once or making up tests if you have a good reason for missing class and teachers seem more willing to provide tips on remembering material for tests, etc. The teacher was a nice guy in his late 30s I think. After a while, I knew I was wearing out my welcome and people dressed as french maids were frustrated I was doing their job.
I remember after leaving that I forgot my purse and walked all over the store looking for that room. I remember looking at the brick-like floor in a home improvement area and thought, “Squares!” but then realized the corners were rounded and wouldn’t count as squares. However, there was laminated flooring hanging near some bathroom faucets that would count. I tried to walk past that area, but there was a cart with products in the aisle and four big bags of grass feed or mulch stuff fell onto the edge of the cart, blocking my way. I looked down the aisle looking for kitchen signs, but I saw none. I recognized the far end being someplace I’ve been before in another dream and knew the room wasn’t down there.
There was a weird part where a character that looked like the Baldwin guy in the character of the Capital One commercials tried to help me by bypassing rooms. Some of the ways we tried to go had fiberglass bathtubs laid upside down against a wall.
In another dream, I remember separating two groups of kitchen supplies – one to be thrown away and one to keep. My dad, however, threw out both and when I told him I wanted to keep one group, he claimed it was old and what would I do with it? So I told him I can’t afford to buy new things and some things, like an old flour sifter, was mom’s originally and they don’t make them like that anymore.
After that, I was in a semi-lucid dream where I knew I was dreaming, but I didn’t have the control to change things. I was joining a wedding party on their way to the ceremony. We were in the city near a street and the ceremony was in a lower yard area. Everyone was dressed in a future version of some ’80s styles. I hate ’80s styles, but these outfits were awesome. They had the oversized thing going on with rolled up sleeves, but done in a really cool looking way. My dress was this gorgeous over-sized deep purple dress that was off-the-shoulder and the skirt part was wide and went almost to the ground, but I didn’t have to pick it up and it was a comfortable, light dress. I walked up to one of the guys in a tux and asked, “What part of the ’80s is this?” He looked at me weird and kept walking.
I followed them down some steps and somehow got sidetracked and started walking, then climbing on a white geometric art structure that was built over the yard. It was made out of SQUARES. I felt safe where I was on the structure looking down (I love heights) and I was really surprised the dress was surviving this whole thing. I was 15-20 feet above the ground and thought the only way down was to jump down and do a parkour landing with a roll, but the potential fall scared me, even though I knew it wasn’t real. I saw a girl in a white dress hanging off another part by just her arms about four feet from the ground. I tried to become her in the dream – I don’t know why I thought I could – so I had less of a distance to drop down. I couldn’t figure out how to do it, though. I gave up and woke up on a bench only 15 feet from where I was on the structure. I realized from there that I could have crawled to the sidewalk and walked down the stairs.
In the last dream, I was at some African-American family’s house. I had built puzzles on a small stool before in the dream and I mentioned to the mom that I didn’t know where the stool was. She grabbed it out of a large drawer and put it on the table in front of me. Since it was hidden, I told her I’d want her son’s permission to use it. She said he was upstairs. I told her I couldn’t remember his name. She said it was Tyler and joked later saying that as a joke sometimes they call him Heather. I was about to shout up the stairs when the father started a load of laundry in a room near the door to the stairs. I didn’t think he’d hear me, so I didn’t yell. Eventually, he came downstairs. He was 7 or 8 years old and dressed in a plaid buttoned shirt with beige dress pants. I told him I didn’t want to use the stool without his permission and asked if he mind if I used it. He said, “No. Forever.” I then began to try to build something, but all of the square pieces I normally used were missing.
* Names were changed.
I remember two dreams…
Another nice dream with Stephen*…
…and a weird dream about being in a house, not dressed, and some neighbor came to the door and rang the doorbell. I knew he was dangerous and my family (who were gone at the time, hence the not being dressed part) were worried the guy was someday just going to come and kill them.
I remember getting on the floor and crawling to the door, trying to stay out of sight. I could see that he had some kind of automatic rifle and was getting angry and crazy. He somehow saw me and threatened to shoot through the door. I put on better clothes and opened the door.
I don’t remember the rest.
* Names were changed