I’m writing this days after the dreams so they aren’t as detailed now.
* Name has been changed.
I have been so immersed in classes that last night, I dreamed I was explaining how object-oriented programming (OOP) is used to program dreams.
I used the idea of “distance” where “distance” was a class. Locations and the distance between them were defined later, after programming the IDEA of what the distance number means. I used this because the dream was basically an advertisement for a car dealership and the creators were arguing over which was the fastest way to get there and were using minutes as a measure of distance (as we do here in Ohio).
Part of that dream was catching errors and debugging the program. The creators didn’t understand declarations, etc.
I remember another dream happening at night and I was protecting someone from getting caught doing a small crime. I remember putting my heavy backpack in my van and entering a house.
One of the guys was playing a game where the main character was “the Devil” and you could make this avatar possess NPCs in the game. Some parts were pretty gross, others were confusing. It seemed to not have a goal, so I didn’t like it. Then, I realized that was probably the point. It’s the Devil. Did there need to be a goal? Also, the guy had the avatar look like a cartoon guy with white hair. He said you can make the Devil look any way you want in the game. I took the controller and wanted to see what the options were and if they included females.
The last part of my dream was weird. There was something about a train, a cat sleeping on my chest, and someone asking me questions about the weather to keep me awake.
I was SUPER drowsy in the dream. At one point, I excused myself to go to bed. I was getting dressed in a large heavy red sweatshirt, not caring that people were around. I was that tired.
I was sharing a big house with Rachel*, who made a good roommate in the dream, but part of me wondered if I should find my own place. I would enjoy the privacy, have people over, etc. However, I really liked where I was at, so I talked myself out of it. (In waking life, I live alone.)
* Name was changed.
I had a lot of dreams, but only remember a few right before I got up, partly because I told myself to recall it while partially asleep.
I remember being with a guy chatting in a hospital. We decided to go downstairs (via elevator) and eat in a cafeteria-like area.
I had a silver laptop and we were at a table facing the wall, eating fruit. We then noticed ants crawling around on the table and on my laptop. I questioned if I had picked some up from the ant infestation that was happening in waking life at work.
The guy suggested we move to another table that didn’t have ants.
I was at a friend’s house and chilling out next to him on his couch, which looked like an old one my parents had with large brown flowers in the pattern.
A friend of this friend was interested in the fact I could lucid dream and remember them. He had a “mobile unit” to do shared dreaming (think Inception). It was a cloth head covering that looked like a loose swimming cap with wires. I joked saying I should show him my “orb” idea from when I was younger where it was a device that would fold into an orb for storage and charging, but rolls out to place on your head and would work wirelessly.
He put it on my head and I went into a dream with him, but he appeared as an older guy. The dream took place in a high school auditorium. A concert or musical was about to start and two performers spoke with us prior to the start of the show. The show was almost sold out and we were in the back row. I remember the guy saying something about how we got there “right in time.”
I remember looking down or at the guy more than the show. I didn’t want it to get too lucid and the guy kept telling me to keep the dream going as if I was planning to break out of it. I wasn’t. I was trying to keep it only semi-lucid to avoid a false awakening loop.
I woke up in a house similar to my last house. One of my aunts were living there with me as well as this guy (who in the dream became a roommate). I had papers I folded up and was taking them somewhere when I noticed what should have been a bedroom was now a bathroom. My first thought was that my aunt remodeled, but realized it was an “inconsistency” (as I called it within the dream) and realized I knew I was dreaming still.
I started to panic, trying to figure out how to wake up.
I woke up again, in the same bedroom. I believed I had stayed at a female friend’s house and I was in her room. She collected stuff animals from fair games. One was a big brown furry bear. I tried to levitate it with my mind (a reality check) and I even remember using my arms motioning in the air to the point my arms were sore. I couldn’t move this bear, but I felt I was still dreaming. I remembered I was asleep on my friend’s couch. I tried to find a way to communicate to them – hoping I was talking in my sleep – asking them how the hell do I wake up??
Eventually, I did wake up for real, in my bed at home.
Lots of dreams, but all I can remember: