I don’t remember why it was important, but it kept repeating like a GIF of an aerial view of a field being mowed in a way to show a Girl Scouts logo.
I have been watching the 4400, so some of it’s mixing in with past plots I’ve written.
I remember telling a kid to check out/learn MS Excell, but I realized she was in the middle of learning something else. I told her nevermind and that she can tell me no (she was a quiet, shy kid).
She had some sort of power (the girl to my left, the guy to my right, and I also had powers) and people were after her. A door opened on the left and someone had a rifle of some sort and turned to shoot the kid. I told them to stop and they turned and shot me in the left part of my chest.
I rewrote the next part in the dream to go from that to waking up in the hospital with no memory of the time in between, but the first version was of the events I later forgot.
I remember telling the others to get Shawn and Sam. Shawn in the TV show is a healer. Generally, in my plots, the healer is named Jacob or Jason. Sam, in my dream, was someone who could regenerate and heal themselves. In my plots, characters named Sam generally are chaotic neutral/chaotic evil guys with tactile hypnosis. In the dream, I was a “Spiegel” or “Mirror” where I could reflect the powers of others within a range.
They put me on a gurney and put me on the caboose of a train. There was an identical train on the right. The “bad guys” (one guy was played by Roger R. Cross, probably because it was a sci-fi plot) wanted me to join them and planned to kidnap me from the train. They ended up picking the wrong train.
I was outside of my body while at the hospital. I wondered if it was an out-of-body experience because I’m close to dying or if there was a person near my unconscious body who could astral project. I looked around the hospital and the 200 and 300 numbered rooms weren’t on other floors, they were in separate “wings.” According to a fire map posted on the wall, the hospital was “Y” shaped like a snake’s tongue. I remember the doors being blue and thought it all looked familiar.
I was writing something and wanted to compare aging with tea and thought I could do that by mentioning the color of tea. My waking self thought, “Um…tea stays brown…” but in the dream, I kept asking if people were tea drinkers. Most weren’t. I bumped into Jason S., a friend from waking life, and asked him and he said the color goes from blue to yellow to white/clear. I laughed because he’s the kind of guy who likes to make those around him laugh and enjoy life and I thought he was joking.
I later found some tea in a cabinet above a kitchen sink. There was one more packet of the tea Jason drank in the dream. I poured powder from the pack into a small Ziplock sandwich bag and added some water. I shook it and it really did turn a cloudy light blue. I shook it again and it turned a cloudy yellow, then, to my disbelief, I shook it and it turned white and eventually went to clear.
I also remember finding trash in the garbage disposal and taking out and throwing it away. Later, I looked for a post-it note to leave apologizing to Jason about taking his last packet of tea and that I’d buy him a box.
I remember relaxing in an old fashioned lawn chair next to a friend of mine. She went on and on about Doctor Who (which I’m not a fan of, but was happy to see it made her happy). I remember there were mountains in the distance with snowy peaks. I thought it was neat how the distance was compressed and it looked like it was all in walking distance and how high the highest mountain must be if the distance appeared so compressed. I told my friend that the mountain was the tallest mountain I’ve ever seen in person. She said it wasn’t that tall. Part of me really wanted to walk to it, climb over it and see just how tall it was.
I need to get back in the habit of writing down my dreams, but life has been super busy and stressful.
Last night fragments:
I remember a lucid dream where I was child-size and I jumped off a table and landed too softly. I thought, “Either I’m dead or dreaming. There is no way I wouldn’t have hit the ground harder.”
So I tried my reality check of changing the color of things. I imagined the grass to be bright red and, as usual in dreams, instead of the red I imagined, the grass turned the shade of red you’d see in some plant leaves.
I walked over to a sandbox where some kids were making a tower model with thin cardboard-like paper and clay. I straightened out what looked like rows of stone seating in the model, but more clay was needed. So I dug in the ground in front of me and ripped off some paper by accident and put it back. I found the clay area and dug in and grabbed a handful.
I said, “Fuck it!” and started ripping open the tower model and watched as the buildings around me crumbled and some burst into flames.
I started to rebuild the tower, but I woke up before I could finish it.
I was driving a family down a flat city’s main road. I turned off into an enclosed parking lot to my right. I saw that it was fenced off and a commercial jet was landing. I assumed it was a runway and the plane would stop, but it hit and ran over the fence. It went over our car, not damaging it, but I lost control of the car and hit something near a wall.
Some Agents (police officers?) pulled up behind me with their guns drawn trying to get me to leave the area. I looked up and a HUGE plane with several engines that took up the entire length of the “runway” was taking off in our direction. The Agents were worried and started retreating. I wasn’t scared during this whole dream. I think I was controlling the planes because it was semi-lucid.
I remember watching some video that was controlled by a touchscreen about where some painted image was inspired. It was something about birds (at least one was bright yellow) on a power line getting zapped and dying.
The painting/drawn image merged into a red and black/gray image of people and skyscrapers. The video that inspired that was some 1980s video of professionally-dressed people walking up a sidewalk toward a central business district.
I was then following a “Guide” (New Class! It was like an Observer character without the invading feeling and was not as in power as an Agent character.) He reminded me of Charlie* a little (average height, brown hair, nice face) and he led me around a doorway explaining we were behind schedule because they didn’t expect me to spend so much time on that bird video.
* Names have been changed.
Let’s see how much I can remember…I should have written this down this morning…
I remember a dream where I went to some festival or something and the entrance was in an airplane hangar. At the area they were taking tickets, they saw that some older guy and I had a certain kind of ticket and needed to go somewhere else first.
I followed the guy through a doorway with an electronic sliding door that opened and closed vertically. It even made that Star Trek / Star Wars sliding door sound. I was worried it would be like an elevator door and was going to get caught as it came down. It almost got my leg.
I entered another part of a hangar and there were long tables set up. I joined a group of people building/crafting something. Eventually, I became friends with one of the female lead volunteers who wore an air force jacket. She thought it was cool how I loved heights and was excited to learn the event involved flying airplanes. I told her what I tell a lot of people: I would love to live in a place as high as the CN Tower. The girl said that it would be cool to live that high because you can watch how things like leaves would fall if you dropped them from that height.
She told me of some legend/scary story about the letter E. She made that capital letter so creepy and I didn’t realize until then how it shows up EVERYWHERE. She talked about it even showing up abstractly in fleur di lis designs and pitchforks/tridents.
In another dream, I remember lying down and telling someone a scared cat silhouette looked like the letter n or a u upside down.
I was in a team of people after a zombie apocalypse. We parked a car outside of an old church that looked like it was made with mud a century ago. We started walking to a location and ran into a two-story mound of dirt/hill blocking our way. However, there was a steep dirt path that went over it and I knew a way around.
I led them over a weird path of round stones to in front of a store with a large window/opening on the second level. We were thinking of getting into a car parked in the parking lot in front. By now, most of us believed the zombies were gone.
I looked up and saw a zombie go to the window and look down. I told the others repeatedly to “Look up!!” Eventually, they did as a second zombie came over. We hopped into the car and I noticed one of the team had a lot of moles like I do, except hers were uniform and she looked like a human poppy seed bagel. I was like, “Ha! People with a lot of moles are survivors!”
This turned into a TV show where the camera showed a newly infected guy running through a shop to a glass front door that was locked. He tried to open it, but he saw that pink and purple fuzzy spots and tendrils grow down his arm. It then went into the TV show opening as the camera moved through the door and outside. There was an overlay of a green high-speed video of a microscopic virus growing. It was supposed to be like, “Now the zombies are gone, but now the real danger is microscopic.” lol
In one of the dreams, I remember being in a bar. It’s like the bars I’ve been in in some other dreams with wood panels everywhere, but this time, it looked WAY upgraded and had a more young adult feel instead of middle aged. I really liked the bar and I generally don’t like bars in waking life.
In another dream, I remember some AMC movie theater guy trying to get me a discount on a movie by saying I was 7 years old (or was the ticket $7?). I remember saying, people say I look young, but I don’t think I can pull off a child’s ticket. Someone called me to walk into another area of the theater near the lobby and an African-American girl was like, Uh huh, 7 years old? And then told me she remembers me and sold me tickets before.
This was the last dream before waking up, which explains why it seemed so long and detailed.
I remember being in a new, larger apartment and I had moved so fast that I didn’t even know my address, yet. I was frustrated because all my stuff was unorganized and messy, but I had to wait until Saturday evening to clean and organize the new place. I remember the building or apartment had something to do with pastel light green and lavender.
Later, I was hanging out in a larger condo-like living space with some girl my age. We and some other people were part of a reality TV show / social experiment in exchange for free living space and other perks.
I was at a desktop computer on a messy wooden desk with two flat screen monitors. For some reason, we turned on a video feed. The screen first showed what looked like a still image of a hand about to throw a basketball, but with signatures in front – one was a large signature done with a large dark green marker.
We zoomed out and saw that it was a large poster on a bedroom wall of a basketball player about to dunk and the whole poster was covered in signatures.
The room looked as if it were the room of someone on the nerdy side. The person obviously had a wide range of interests and looked as if they were part way through projects. There were gadgets and electronics around, too. The room was very interesting overall.
I turned the camera to the left with my keyboard. It showed a bewildered guy looking at the camera as it moved. It was a little funny. The guy was a little younger than me and was good looking. He was average height and build and his face had what I call, “German” features. He had really nice eyes.
He got up and left the room. A second later, he came from around the corner and confronted us. I apologized and explained that we didn’t know what the camera was showing when we turned it on, so we moved it around.
The guy didn’t seem to care so much because we were all being watched anyway. He told me, while I was in the computer system, to look up video from the night before.
The video started with people making out and starting to take their clothes off. We skipped ahead to the part we knew the guy was looking for. We joked that the part he really wanted to see was the sex part, though.
We all went skydiving as part of a bachelor/bachelorette party and there was a controversy because the main guy had invited an ex-girlfriend. He claimed to invite her only because he had unused tickets.
My alarm woke me up by the time the drama part ended.
I vaguely remember someone telling a “classic” story that was set in a mad scientist’s lair. Sounds like a Halloween story, but it was a story told around the new year. I was a character who everyone kept calling “J” or “Jay.”
The old “mad” scientist was played by Christopher Lloyd and some guy my age played the new scientist.
The story was about how their personalities clashed. The old scientist believed in hard work and experimentation and curiosity while the younger one believed in letting machines do the hard work and finding a particular result. Although old, the old scientist had a child-like view of the world and the younger guy was rigid in thought.
I remember being in some experiment where they showed clips of the Big Bang Theory where Penny was played by a black girl. The researchers asked if it changed the scenes at all. I said I didn’t think so because the actress was great and knew how to deliver the lines well.
I think there were planes or space crafts in the sky, but I can’t remember the beginning of the dream.
I remember getting into a truck as a passenger with a guy driving. The guy was some nice guy that I had worked with for years in the dream. He handed me a thick, small envelope addressed to both of us. I opened it and it was an awesome small glass/clear plastic award in the shape of something that looked similar to a stealth fighter. It was carved with a lot of detail and I thought it was really neat looking. I said it was from doing something with or discovering something with aliens back in 1992. (In waking life, I would have only been 8 years old lol) in the dream, I couldn’t remember the term “stealth fighter” so I kept saying “thing” instead.
I remember visiting a stranger to get tickets to some event and the guy was super creepy. He claimed he only offered a chance to win the tickets and I did not win. I was concerned because I went into his house and he had axes and other sharp things just laying around. He looked at me like he was imagining chopping me up or slicing me through the middle. He didn’t realize that I felt him pretend to cut my back open when I was facing away from him. At one time, I grabbed a sharp object, in case I needed to use it. I also questioned if I was dead and didn’t realize it.
When I was leaving, I devised a plan to keep him disarmed. I asked him to help me down the steps using both hands – this way, he couldn’t kill me as I left. However, dropped me instead and I did a roll back onto my feet and was like, “No worries!” And was happy to see his neighbors walking about.
I went back to my car, but there was a small trailer/wagon thing that was covered in a fitted tarp. I wondered what as in it and took part of the tarp off.
Yeah…it was dead bodies. Since the tarp was fitted, I struggled to get it back on – it was like trying to put a small trash bag in a larger trash bin. When one corner got on, another popped off.
I kept thinking I was involved with the situation surrounding the dead people. I don’t think I killed them, I was just helping the killer dispose of them. Then, I panicked – where the hell was I going to get rid of these bodies? I couldn’t even put on the tarp or attach it to my van. I thought about pinning it on the guy who was trying to kill me, but didn’t know how.
Eventually, someone saw the dead bodies and I played it off acting like I “discovered” it.