I remember waiting for a high school band concert to start with my parents and aunt. There was an old “backstage” area that I told my aunt was backstage before the new addition to the building.
I remember the band members walking from the new addition to the new stage. They were dressed in white shirts and black skirts/pants and carried music stands. I said I missed performing (choir, not band).
Later, more concert goers arrived and waited in the hallway. I told my parents I wanted to just go home and enjoy the rest of my Sunday.
I went outside and walked around people. I later found that my cell phone was missing and we started looking for it. My friend, Jessie, was there (wearing a maroon shirt) and I asked her to call my phone. However, it was on vibrate for the concert.
I thought I found it in a trash bin, but it ended up being a throwaway phone. I called the last number and put it back in the trash. I was worried, though, because my mom would yell my name and my dad’s name while someone was on the phone.
I remember being in a haunted house that scared people away. I was just annoyed by the ghost who seemed to enjoy levitating things.
There was a repeating sequence of my bed being huge and breaking up into small pieces that would fall.
I remember having to use the restroom. I found one, but the doors were old and didn’t block the whole doorway.I ended up finding a way to make the door grow larger.
I remember being in a large room that looked like it could have been a restaurant or a meeting room or lobby or something.
I was there with Nathan* (someone I’ve only known through the Internet) and a mix of females and males my age.
I remember eating delicious gummy bears – red, blue, and yellow. The yellow ones had white-ish stripes. I was just eating them and a competitor pointed out that I’ve eating a lot of blue bears, which take away points. They took away enough points that one would “kill” most players.
I hoped I had enough of the other colors to make up for it, but when a new player came by, I was just eating the red and yellow, trying to read the instructions for the game. I didn’t see anything about the point penalty and told the new player that I was already dying or dead, so I’m eating the bears just for taste.
I later assumed the player who told me about the blue penalty was trying to trick me into eating lower-point bears and the blues were actually higher in points. The player even had a non-player in on the secret.
I knew he was a non-player and had no reason to be loyal to one player, so I tried to use the non-player to confuse the other players, even if I just pretended to try to recruit him loudly to “lie” to the other players.
Later, Nate wanted a photo of all of us and I realized I had no shirt. I had a bra on, so I was covered up and I liked my stomach muscles, but I went to get a random long gray sweater that was sitting on a wooden chair. This was obviously to Nate’s dismay.
I later returned the sweater and left when another group came in. I remember a girl in that group holding the door open for me when I was going out to the street. She asked me about how my time in the place went. I remember seeing a hanging sign about pottery and I talked about making pottery.
I remember being in a similar environment and trying out “automated tours” that were like sitting in hovering chairs that flew through the area. The second version flew through and around architectural features and I really enjoyed it. There was also a part where I had a cell phone and used the camera to scan a symbol of a dialog bubble with an exclamation mark in the center. It “collected” points and displayed information about the object.
I guess it could be called followed.
I remember driving and trying to pass a silver car by going into a hashed out area. The driver of that car got angry and continued to follow/block/move me off that road.
I remember driving through VERY tall supports for overpasses between dirt cliffs/hills and seeing brown signs saying the second exit was to State Street. I quickly decided to swerve into the first exit.
I don’t know why, but I stopped to watch the silver car. It stopped and it looked like the driver was trying to decide if it’s worth doing a U-turn.
This merged into me being a giant and smashing the car with my foot (the driver was unharmed, though).
* Name has been changed.
I was really sick last night from something I ate, so my dreams were vivid.
I’ve been marathoning the old Twilight Zones in waking life, so my dream started out as watching an episode. I remember being impressed with the filmmaking and how they made the scene with anti-gravity look more realistic than the crap you see nowadays.
This was all in black and white. The scene was with a few astronauts in semi-fitted suits I tend to always dress astronauts in my dreams along with helmets that were square-ish in the front. They were on the moon, which they made small enough that the ground curved between the astronauts’ feet. There were two on the surface and one hopped over asking the second to “anchor” him. They stood with their feet shoulder-width apart, one holding the other’s hand.
The third astronaut exited a spacecraft and floated to the others. The first guy reached up and grabbed the third guy’s hand and pulled him down. Normally, in today’s movies, filmmakers seem to just use a wire and harness in front of a green screen and you can tell by the strain the actors have keeping their body horizontal that gravity is pushing them down and it’s easy for them to swivel around to stand. In my dream, the guy in the episode appeared to be filmed in zero gravity or in water. He grabbed the first guy’s hand and used it to pull himself down. That wasn’t a lot of effort, but it took him more effort to turn his body (he had to move his knees up and back a little and twist his torso in a way a cat does when falling) to orient his legs to stand on the ground. Once close enough, he moved toward the surface as if it were a weak magnet and his boots were made of metal.
I was so impressed with this, I got on the computer (in my dream) and looked it up on IMDB. It said the episode was from 2004 and the series started in 2000. I was confused because I was sure I was only to the season filmed in 1961.
Later, I was telling my parents and my aunt at my parents’ house about this dream.
My aunt said she got a job as a Web designer for Donatos Pizza. I thought that was random because, although she is smart, she never really worked in Web design.
I visited her at her work and somehow, eventually got a job in a nearby cubicle. Some co-workers were angry about how the guy designing the image map needs to finish so my aunt can code the HTML to make it work. First, I was like, “Who uses an image map anymore??” and they said they only had two days to overhaul their current site. I stepped in and explained there is no way to do that in two days. I told them I’ve been doing Web design since 2002 and there needs to be planning involved and testing before launching a brand new site.
Sometime in all of this, the dean from the college I currently work at in waking life came out and said, “Since you’re Canadian, you might like this show I found…” I told him I wasn’t Canadian, but would like to live in Toronto for a while someday. He told me about some show that sounded like “Fan Pan” or “Pan Fam” or something like that. To remember it, I grabbed a pen and wrote it on my hand…well, really, my wrist. My palm was partly covered in a pen-drawn layout of a house. There were more things to remember further down my left arm. I fit “Pan Fam” or whatever in between. Of course, I had to mark it a few times because the pen I was using didn’t draw on my skin well.
Later, the work building was part of my parents’ house. I walked to the business side and someone was at my computer printing things. It made me a little angry – not that I was hiding anything, I just hate reminders that nothing is really ever “mine” and that everything is really only ever borrowed or used temporarily. I went through my pockets – I was wearing the black “professional” pants with the big pockets. I had two blocky electronic things – one was a power adapter, I think, but my phone was gone.
Instead of confronting the guy at my computer, I went looking for my phone. I kept finding more power adapters. I even went to the basement, but the stairs were weird. They were normal halfway down, but then were collapsed and served more like a ladder than steps. I felt it wasn’t worth my time because I didn’t go down there and there was nothing but trash strewn about.
I went back upstairs and told people I was looking for my phone and asked if someone could call it.
This switched to a black and white Twilight Zone with a little kid calling on a cell phone. I was like, “I understand Twilight Zone is science fiction, but a cell phone?”