Wow. Lots of dreams last night! Let’s see if I can remember any…
I remember being at some convention-like/training area with a lot of people. We were being tested on random things. I remember one scene involved each player having to shoot a target in the sky with a bow and arrow. A lot of times, this was the face of a loved one and the weaker players couldn’t even shoot.
When it was my turn, I had already had a reputation for being a good gamer/finding ways to bend game rules to win, so the crowd was interested in seeing how I’d do with this event. Since I’m desensitized and would have no issues putting an arrow through the fake face of a loved one in the sky, I was feeling pretty good about this game. However, they knew how I was and instead of a large target of a loved one’s face, it “cycled through” images and ended on a tiny dot target. The crowd even went “Ooh!” since it didn’t take bravery or cleverness, it took skill.
I think I hit the target.
In the end, I was one of the highest scoring players. I remember this whole dream being in a haze of orange/red with gritty black dust.
I remember being in a dream where my bedroom was an office…
I remember learning some computer coding language that had objects that were thought as puzzle pieces and the objects began and ended with # and it was to symbolize how they fit together.
I remember walking out of a building to my car and it had rained. It was one of those Ohio rains that lasted 5 min., but there were 1-2 inch deep puddles of water everywhere. While I was taking photos of my car, the weather got bad again and wind knocked a tree limb onto my car. Luckily, I was bending down at the time because the limb fell right over my head. I also remember tree limbs being tossed by the wind on the street.
This merged into a dream where I remember wearing clunky high-heels (gold and clear) and trying to go up and down stairs at a crowded party.
I can’t remember the whole dream, just a weird part where I was standing in line for something – to get food in a cafeteria or something – and an older (’20s) Justin Bieber was there. He was sitting on top of some restaurant-type trash bins, but he had a friend that was a couple of people further down the line than I was.
His friend said he remembered me from when I helped Sean as a “lifeline” on some TV game show. He pointed out that I got a Star Wars question wrong and kept saying how “Everyone knows that one!” yadda yadda. Little twerp.
I remember being a character in a plot where after some event, a corrupt fat guy self-appointed himself mayor of the city. We still had electricity, but something else happened to create chaos, etc.
I remember having microphones set up and I had headphones on listing to the mayor talk to his friend.
I was in a house (ranch-style) across a lawn from the house the mayor and his friend were in. Also, there was Jason C. from work (I really liked the layered shirt he was wearing lol), a woman that looked like the mom on “Home Improvement,” and, at least, one other older man. I remember the woman was very talkative and was freaking out.
The mayor started to tell his evil plan and for some reason, I quickly handed the headphones to Jason to listen. I think he was somewhat in charge of our group. The woman kept talking loudly: “What’s he saying? What’s going on? Is he planning to kill us? Well, say something!” I told her to be quiet, but she didn’t listen. I actually hit her in the arm to shut her up.
Where to start…?
I remember trying to find information about Charlie*. I tracked him down to some two or three-story brick building in the city. There was a building next door with a garage door or wooden fence with an old painted sign and an arrow that went to the right. There was an old wooden fence that blocked a space between the building.
In the photo I had of the building, it was supposed to have a white stucco side. This building, however, had all brick sides that I could see from the street.
I remember exploring the dream space (maybe I’ve been playing Second Life a bit too much where I explore unlocked stranger’s homes, but I’d never do this in real life – I don’t need a criminal record) and I parked the big black SUV I was driving on the curb in front of the house at night.
I walked in and went upstairs and there was a guy chilling on the couch watching a movie. He saw me, but he didn’t seem to care too much.
I went to a computer set up in the corner of the room and looked up something related to me on the computer. I’m not sure why, but I left it on the page.
I left the building and was going around my car when I heard my name mentioned in anger/disappointment. I turned to find that there was a group of guys hanging out near a truck parked on the driveway next to the house. They were wearing red sports uniforms – like OSU basketball jerseys or baseball shirts. Edward* was there for some reason as well. I hurried to get into the SUV.
I heard Charlie say, “Wait, hold on, I got this.”
He ran over and caught my door before I closed it. This was definitely Observer-Charlie* – he had that weird invasive feeling and looked at me in a way most regular dream characters don’t. He surprisingly had dyed strawberry-blond hair that was a bit too long. Charlie-Alpha* has warm brown hair. I thought this hair didn’t fit him at all.
He asked, “Why were you in my room?”
I said, “Your room? I didn’t go in your room, just your living room.”
He asked, “Why did you mess with my stuff and look on my computer?”
I said (partly lying and avoiding his eye contact), “I just wanted to show you a link…”
I said, “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing…”
He said, “Yes, you did.”
And I woke up.
In a later dream, Charlie and I made up and we were hanging out in some apartment. I remember I was wearing my jeans that I finally fit into in real life, but in my dream, they were a size too loose. I also was wearing my red button-up shirt.
There was a show on an old TV with a marathon of a sci-fi show running. I remember one episode ending with a scene about finding a radio signal that is another piece of the puzzle they were trying to solve and it ended with a view of the sky over a flat corn field with a tall radio tower to the right. I remember seeing it before and remembering there were multiple radio signals and they were actually going deeper into the plot.
I remember running from one side of Columbus to another and back on foot with a lot of people. I remember going through poor neighborhoods and having to go around obstacles like trash and laundry piles.
* Names were changed.
I remember walking through a corridor with white walls. There were a few people dressed in those dark navy blue marine uniforms. The last one was a woman and she caught my attention and said I looked familiar. She asked if I was in the military and I was like, nope.
She then grabbed me and asked if I was sure. She held her forehead against mine and looked straight into my eyes as if she was trying to see if I was lying by the way my eyes moved. I said no and she let me go and said that the girl she thought I was had won medals, then she corrected herself and said that the girl served in the military.
I then walked into a little convenience store area and there was a 60s pop song playing and part of it sounded like a truck horn honking. I woke to find that is WAS a truck honking its horn on the highway outside my window.
I remember going somewhere with my family (mom and dad) but I also randomly had two older siblings.
Mom and I sat on a bench outside of a train/subway stop and I complained that we were taking too long – that I could go off and do something and come back and everyone would still be here. My mom as a joke said she’ll make that happen and decided to start a cross-stitch pattern.
I was so frustrated that I just left and caught the No. 2 COTA bus outside. It was night and I planned to just sit on it as it completed its loop. In waking life, the No. 2 goes up and down N. High Street, in my dream, it went down narrow alleyways and on Cleveland Avenue.
I realized I didn’t bring my purse and had no cash. I also didn’t have my BuckID to get a free ride. I tried calling my mom and siblings to get the BuckID from my purse so when I get back, I can show it to the bus driver.
However, trying to find the number to call somehow became a search through a baked muffin with a long stump.
I should have realized at that point that I was dreaming and look around as the bus went through town, but no. I looked through that muffin until I woke up.