I remember driving and following someone into a forest/swamp/high grass area. I stopped at the top of a hill and walked down. The grass had wide blades and was somewhat flattened from the truck in front of me driving over it, but my feet fell a few inches through when I walked. The ground was wet, so it was muddy as well. I realized the path ended into someone’s property and I felt that it was going to be a pain in the butt to have to turn around and I was glad I didn’t drive down and get stuck.
I started walking back up and I saw a chain-link fence on my right and I tried to see if the area on the other side of it was small ponds of water or deep wide cracks. It ended up being water that reflected the sky in a way that made it look deep. A water snake came out of one of the pools, looked at me and slithered away.
I started hearing a rattling noise and first thought of cicadas. Then, I thought it was a rattlesnake. I don’t know why I’d think that since I’m pretty sure rattlesnakes like deserts, not the rainforest area I was in. But I grabbed a broken branch that was leaning against a tree to my right and just in time pushed away a striking rattlesnake. It did it in a nonchalant way and wasn’t scared. I was concerned, however, that there were more snakes and I’d feel bad accidentally scaring and stepping on them.
I remember going on a cool date with Charlie* to some carnival or amusement park. I was wanting to ride all the height rides. He knew I have a fear of free falling so he talked me into a ride that involved falling to freak me out since I don’t get scared very often in waking life.
We got to the park right as they were setting up and the ride was a free fall with a parachute to catch you at the end. I didn’t worry about the falling part – I was more worried that they didn’t make the ride high enough for the chute to deploy.
Something was wrong with the ride, so they couldn’t open it to the public. We moved on to another height ride.
It sucks that this wasn’t real. I remember really enjoying that date.
* Name has been changed.
I’m working on a time travel story, so I’ve pretty much watched nothing but time travel shows and movies in the last few days. I’m also having stress at work, which my subconscious seems to be making up for.
The dreams have been broken up into separate posts.
I remember being in a classroom that had big windows on the right with sunlight coming in. I was having trouble understanding the math the female teacher was writing on the board. The math had something to do with time travel.
I said I was lost and the teacher made drew a diagram on the chalkboard and it turned into a 3D digitally animated diagram.
It started with a single point, then symmetrically, smaller points went a small distance away from the center and formed square “planes.” The planes went the same distance further out, grew the same amount and rotated. This happened enough times to form what looked like an hourglass on its side, made of spiraling squares.
All this research about time travel made me have a dream last night where my left eye saw about a minute into the future and my right eye the present. The problem was that the future defaulted to a boring future.
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I remember a scene where something (like a putt-putt golf display or something) that spoke Klingon. I don’t actually know any Klingon, so I don’t know how true this is, but it sounded like it was similar to German when it came to verb location.
I said aloud something about how Klingon should count as a foreign language. Learning another language is supposed to help teach the logic of languages in general and Klingon would do this. There are people out there that could teach it and people who want to learn, so there is a need.
Some “teacher” like lady my age listened to this and smiled. She later asked for my name (I think this was because she wanted to recruit me for some group or business or project.) However, she tried to write my name and, like in most dreams, the writing came out poorly. I remember telling her my name several times, even spelling it.