I remember being in some game and my teammates were all guys. I can’t remember the actual “battles” or competitions, but the team was more of a temporary alliance.
We got to the very end and I became friends with this one guy.
I told him randomly that I was being nice and I’d continue to be nice, but if the game was more competitive and ruthless, he would be dead by now. I said it to make him understand that he can’t trust everyone, which is what he would prefer to do.
I can’t remember this dream, but it was long.
I remember doing some kind of project with words projected onto a white wall. I was getting help by Axel’s* wife, Katherine*. In waking life, I’ve only met her in passing once or twice, but she always seems like someone I’d get along with. She brought their daughter and I was impressed with how Kathrine didn’t baby her. She let her climb and sit on high things without much safety, but the kid had no signs of a fall risk or anything. She liked me, too, cute kid. Katherine also had a 4-year-old son named….Henry? or Harold? which I don’t think exists in waking life.
This merged into getting food in a cafeteria-like space with orange walls and food “bars” (like Chipotle). This was supposed to be at CSCC and I saw a lot of people from high school. I thought, did EVERYONE go here?
The crowd cleared out while I was talking to someone and I mentioned how it was strange that the crowd disappeared and “now, my voice sounds REALLY loud…”
* Names have been changed.
As I was falling asleep, I had a dream “flash” (lasting a second) of a group of military people with green camo uniforms and berets sitting in a circle in a grassy field. Behind them to the left was the end of an airport runway with a fence and street lights (the kind that are black/brown metal with 2-4 square lights – I called them “T” lights because they look like Ts from the side). Behind that were several small hills with grass and trees. They weren’t large hills, so it was like the area between the north part of Lancaster and the more tall hill part.
I slept REALLY deeply for about 90 min. and I remember driving a car at night in some small hilly town. (Notice how my new environment in the hills affect the landscapes in my dreams?) I realized I was lost and was tired, so I tried to plug in my phone to use the GPS (this happened during the day a few days ago). Of course, it was dangerous trying to do this while driving, so I stopped at stop signs trying to get the GPS going, but there was always traffic coming and I didn’t want to hold them up.
I ended up at a dead end into a place that looked like a rehabbed hospital from the early 1900s, but there were a parking lot and a drive that went around the building. I remember backing up to turn left and constantly checking my mirrors. I saw a car coming in the distance, but it turned.
Later, I remember riding a bike during the afternoon in Ashville (my small rural hometown) with Charlie* following in his car. I was supposed to turn down the road to my parents’ house, but I realized I passed it AS I passed it. I thought, “Was that my street?” I didn’t want to try to have him turn around, so I continued ahead. I saw him turn his turn signal on to go down a road to our right. I pictured it being the other way to my parents’ house, going south, but after turning onto the road, realized it was a road to the north and eventually, the houses clears and there was nothing but flat cornfields.
I stopped at a random bed with white sheets and a nightstand with my bedroom lamp. I took a nap.
In waking life, I had to use the bathroom, but it went into my dream as me waking up, checking my phone, and getting my bike ready to go travel to the bathroom. I thought, “It’s 3:30 p.m. – why is it so dark?” I convinced myself that it was normal.
Then, I woke up at 3:30 a.m.
I remember walking down a rural road with a white silo-looking building in the back. The name of the company was [something] Dynamics (probably referencing Fringe – I retold this story in another dream explaining it was a reference to Fringe). Supposedly, Axel* and two other guys were starting the company and have done some work under the name. There was a part of the dream where Axel puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close telling me they weren’t technically incorporated, yet, but will start the process after their “bench and [something]” meeting.
I remember thinking it didn’t look like Axel – Axel, in waking life, has a distinctive (and very attractive) nose, eye width, and jaw line. The guy talking to me had a smaller nose, more narrow eyes, and a softer jaw line with a small double chin. He let go and walked off with the other two guys and looked back at me, smiling.
I vaguely remember working with some guy in a class where we were supposed to make up objects, named them, then present them to the class. I randomly threw out names to cover the fact we hadn’t worked on it at all. Then, the rest of the dream, we had to make objects that made sense with the words.
I remember taking an elevator up to some place where ex-coworkers were sorting clothing on tables. I remember asking them what floor I was supposed to go to for my office and they got frustrated with me because I could never remember. I guessed floor three (both my office and home is on third floors in waking life) and I was right, but it ended up being the School of Visual Communication in Seigfred Hall (I visited here for the first time on Friday). The weird part was that there were people crowding the windows looking at me.
* Names have been changed.
I think these dreams happened between my two alarms (between 4:30 a.m. and 5:30 a.m.), but there were storms slightly earlier and the lightning flashing into my room seems to help me remember dreams better for some odd reason.
I remember a scene where Sean and I worked together and went to a meeting. This was probably triggered from me, in waking life, telling him he was in yesterday’s dream.
I wasn’t invited to the meeting, but Sean said there was one. I went in and sat at a very large faux wooden table with my back to some windows. This is strange because I generally sit in the front. Sean sat on the other side of the table and some older lady sat to my left. As more and more people started coming in, filling the room, I asked Sean, “Should I leave, since I wasn’t invited to this meeting?” and he said if I worked with [blank], then I should be in this meeting. That was my job, so I stayed.
I don’t remember what the meeting was about, just that too much was scheduled for the short amount of time. At one point, a guy that looked like a past co-worker started presenting, despite a table farther down starting to sing a song. He started singing “Happy Birthday,” but the lyrics were something like, “Happy birthday, America.” Both his song and the far table’s song ended at the same time, almost as if it were planned, but he was pleasantly surprised and said, “Isn’t it nice how that worked out?”
I also remember a part where I was doodling on some handouts and later took notes and ran out of the room. I had to write notes over doodled parts. One part of the notes was about the lady to my left not knowing common graphic design knowledge and didn’t know if I should be mad that she didn’t know what she SHOULD know for her job or to just explain the concept as if I were explaining it to someone not in the industry. On a part of the paper I was writing notes on, it was glossy yellow and the ink from the small marker pen I was using beaded up in the lines of the letters I drew.
I remember some scene where I was outside on a clear day in a place that was flat and near a large river. There were towers that looked like they were some kind of “energy” towers. I looked for water towers and assumed these had something to do with oil. I couldn’t find the water power towers and asked if the distant tall towers were both water AND oil and how safe can that possibly be?
I remember wanting to check out the towers and this is where it got weird. I FLEW there.
However, I cannot fly in dreams…at least not without a vehicle or device or superpower. So every time I slightly realized I was flying, I fell a little and found myself in a helicopter, then I was just flying again, then fell again and caught myself by using a jet pack on my back.
While this whole thing was happening, I was wanting to look at these GIGANTIC towers with multiple “turbines” attached to them. Periodically, they would shoot super-heated water/steam to release pressure from whatever processes were going on inside the tower. The turbines (which looked like airplane propellers) were to capture energy as the steam went through. I struggled to fly in a way I could take a look at these, but not accidentally get fried in a shot of steam.
Later, I remember being in a place with concrete flooring. It might have been in a tower since the windows in the distance opened out to the same baby blue sky.
There was some kind of touch screen, but it was mixed up with the past (pre-touch screen & PCs) and everyone was afraid or nervous about using this thing, which I assumed was an ATM.
I went up and used it to show others it was easy to use.
I was an employee there – some kind of cashier – and I was taught how to use an old-fashioned device that used carbon paper to get a copy of the customers’ credit cards. I later carried these slips to some box for the manager. They turned into faded old square Polaroid-like images. The top one was of a sunset or sunrise.
There was a part where I asked a manager where something was, but I couldn’t understand her so I started walking away, hoping to judge by her face whether it was correct or not. She told me the direction again and, as if it were the same as pointing, she started slapping a meter stick against her right leg. I said, “That’s not helping me at all.” She motioned to follow her, so I did, assuming that was the answer to my original question.
I remember it was night and I was watching TV in the apartment I am moving to in July. I remember it being really quiet except for my upstairs neighbor speaking to someone on her cell phone on the porch. She said something about putting $40 per day into savings.
She was being loud, but for some reason, the thing that annoyed me was that she was using MY porch near my back door. The main door was open to let in air just like my front door.
I had planned on going to bed, so I went to close the main door. For some reason, I thought the main door was outside of the white screen door. I went outside to close it and it was probably around 55-60 degrees outside, but instead of a laundry room/entrance to the stairs to the second-floor balcony like it is in waking life, it went out onto a back porch similar to my friend’s place in Millfield.
I also remember thinking how I’m glad the kitchen wasn’t as big as I remembered from the showing because that gave me a better sight of the front door.
There was a scene where I looked at myself in a mirror. My eyes were too close and I thought I looked weird. I found that I had glasses on and tried putting them on and taking them off to see if it made a difference. I noticed they didn’t appear on my reflection’s face when I had them on, but my eyes were more normal. I also thought my reflection looked weird because it was missing my high cheekbones. I tried smiling to somehow correct this.
Part of me thought, “And they say you can’t look at your reflection in a dream…” but it didn’t go lucid.
I remember closing the doors, but freaking out and waking up because I saw someone carry some of my clothes into my bathroom.
There was another dream with Sabrina* (a friend from high school/college that showed up recently in another dream, but now gets a fake name!) down in Nelsonville/Athens area (I think).
She met up with me and I went with her around State Street and other main, built-up streets. I was in the front passenger side, she was behind me and driving was her ex?-husband (a friend of mine) and some other muscular guy behind him that I knew and got along with.
One scene was of going slowly around a highway ramp and there was a large stone with some kind of ancient / native American(?) writing on it. I said, “I haven’t seen that stone before!” and said that I haven’t seen any of the stones at that exit.
Sabrina found a handicap placard with a plastic cover on the ground and was happy because we could now park close to the building.
She was applying for jobs at small businesses and franchises and I took a look at her portfolio “cover.” I explained it was a $3-5 black report cover from Walmart. I told them I spent $10-15 on my hard one and it helped me get my job. Zach* (Sabrina’s ex) said, “really?”
The place we went that she had an interview at had this neat magnetic column thing. Random items like decorative stones, post-it notes, staplers, cigarette lighters, etc. were added in long stacks. I said it would be cool if there was a magnet on the top of all the objects and just have them hang down. Sabrina and I eventually moved them to border the bottom large magnet.
Later, toward the evening, we went to some two-level place that had a restaurant with apartments beside and above it. I wondered how it would be to have a place where I always smelled the restaurant. I later remember being on the second level and looking down while holding a pillar. I had sticks that went to the ground in between my legs and thought that I wouldn’t fear falling if these damn sticks weren’t getting in my way. They were supposed to help keep me from falling, but I thought they made it more likely. I looked down and saw myself talking to someone below.
There was also a scene right after that where Sean called me and asked to get copies of some snapshots from last year’s Fourth of July party. I pictured them as horrible pictures with flash that made the people flat, red-eyed, and overexposed.
* Names have been changed