I drank an extra half can of an energy drink (120 mg of caffeine) prior to going to bed as well as a slice of pizza.
I remember being in a hospital room setting and a doctor/nurse that was a tall, healthy, black woman was concerned about me. It’s like she knew I had something fatal or something (in the dream only) and was trying to prove herself wrong because she didn’t want me to die.
In one scene, she asked me to lay on the ground. I told her that would be uncomfortable, so she allowed me to sit. She put her stethoscope to the left side of my right knee and listened. I thought maybe it was a blood clot or something – I mean what can be found listening to my knee?
I later found on the computer that they thought I had some kind of lung problem. I thought that was weird. I couldn’t Wikipedia it because I heard the farther of two doors open. A small man walked in the room – like, 3 feet tall – wearing a suit. I wanted to talk to him, but I felt I had to keep our conversation secret.
I closed the doors, speaking loudly, trying to pretend I was yelling over to the phone. I spoke loudly about closing the doors so people don’t get annoyed with me talking on the phone. In the hallway, there was a doctor-like guy and he just stared at me. He’s the first observer I’ve had in a dream in a LONG time. He was Asian and wearing a suit.
I looked at him as I closed the door and he kinda creeped me out. The short man left and left the door open. I rushed to take the phone off the hook and put the phone to my ear as the Observer came in. I don’t remember him walking in, I just picture him gliding in. It was really strange and creepy and he kept staring at me. I pretended to end a conversation with my mom and hung up thinking I didn’t sell that well.
So the short man didn’t make me think I was dreaming, and neither did an earlier scene when I pointed out a meatball that was plugged into an electrical outlet. But after the Observer scene, I remember walking out of the room and in the doorway, questioned if I was dreaming.
I thought, if I was dreaming, I could put my hand through the doorway wall. I was able to put my finger through it. I got excited and put my hand through the wall.
I walked down the hospital hallway and entered a room. There were four other “patients” there. One looked like he could have been the Observer’s son and I remember at least one other male and a female. I think they were in their 20s.
I told them that it was a lucid dream. There was a sign on the wall to my left and I read it aloud relatively easily and said, “See?? You CAN read in a dream!” Of course now, awake, I can’t remember what the sign said. I think it was a map that showed to exits in case of an emergency.
The group looked at me weird, so I said, “We’re dreaming!! Look, I’ll prove it!” I went to a wall and tried to force my hand into it. It was slow at first and I told them it was because they didn’t accept they were dreaming, yet. Quicker and quicker, I was able to get my fingers into the wall. I grabbed it and ripped it away like Play-Doh. The wall and the piece in my hand had impressions from my fingers, but the piece in my hand became as hard as a wall again. I tossed it to one of the people in the group.
I told them that I needed them to do me a favor: To contact me when they wake up. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen nearby. The paper had notes written on it, so I started writing in the white space that was left.
I told them I’d write my phone number in large numbers so they can visually remember it. I started with parentheses for the area code and told them 7-4-0. I drew a 7, but the downward line curved like a lowercase G and I was worried they’d think it was a 9. So I went back and forth to make it look more like a 7. I wrote 4 and 0 with little problem. Halfway through the rest of the number, I stopped because I realized what I said didn’t match what I was writing. I was writing the correct number, but I said a number with 0-0-0. I said, “Wait, that’s not right.”
I looked up and the group was gone, but some guy that looked like the main guy from Nickelback was walking around nearby looking lost. (Probably a reference to the Pop2K playing three Nickelback songs in a row in waking life.) I thought it was him and thought, “Darn it! A celebrity? He ain’t going to contact me.” I got his attention and explained how we were dreaming and asked him to validate this as a shared dream by contacting me when he woke up. I explained that writing my number hasn’t worked. He pulled out a calculator and said he’d type in my phone number. I said that would be great because it would be something he could remember visually. However, awake, I realized it would have been hard for him to type on a keypad in a dream.
I never got the number to him, but I remember ending up outside of the hospital. While I was in there, I heard about some cult and there were numbers involved. Later, I kept seeing the numbers and symbols. I thought, “Wow, this cult has a lot of members or they chose a naturally-occurring sequence of numbers (like the Fibonacci sequence).” The sequence started with 1-4-1-5 then a higher number, double lower number, then a higher number again.
I remember being in a multistory school building that was old like the one in yesterday’s dream and had similar windows. I remember being in an art class or something. Later, the area was under construction to put in an elevator and they ended up taking away a large part of the window.
I remember being in a warehouse where it was a local business/expo with booths. One guy convinced me to buy a legal hallucinogen plant. I had a choice between two and I chose the one called “Wolf-something” because it shouldn’t have lasted longer than the weekend.
However, I had an allergic reaction or something and my left eye started bleeding and when it wasn’t bleeding, I thought it was bleeding internally.
I remember sitting about 6-7 stories in the air on a card table with REALLY long legs. Down below, there was a clearing with a swimming pool (kidney shaped) with a diving platform. It was surrounded by tall evergreen trees that I could just see over the tops of.
Also sitting on the table was the rest of the females in the group – one to my right and two chatting behind and to the left of me. There was a crease in the table and I remembered a time in the past when a guy and I were loading boxes onto the table that were too heavy for it. Every time one of the girls behind me moved to get in a more comfortable position, the table swayed.
We watched the guy team compete by jumping off of the diving platform into the pool. They had parachutes and the longer they waited to pull the rip cord, the more points they got. Although I’m sure it’s not how it works, the parachutes would eject upward, allowing the divers to slow down before hitting the water.
Each of the guys took nicknames of countries and I tried to think what name I would choose. I decided on Canada. I thought that made a neat nickname.
The table kept swaying and it wasn’t the heights that bothered me, but the impending fall. Luckily, when the table DID collapse, it fell from a 6-ft. height instead of six stories. I joked saying, “Wouldn’t it be weird if that was the table’s height all this time?”
Our female team were set to compete soon, so I thought I’d practice. I knew I couldn’t slow down as I fell, but I wanted to gain points by doing flips. I knew I should practice with a parachute, but we weren’t allowed to have them. So I decided to practice with a similarly weighted backpack.
I went looking for a backpack in this old school. I remembered certain doors were usually locked and I should go through another door to get to the locker rooms. Before going in the door, I looked down the hallway. There was a set of stairs going up and a door to a classroom with Thanksgiving-related decor. I knew that I never had to be in that classroom. Further on, through double doors, I could see what I called the “high school.”
Some guy almost knocked into me exiting the door I was about to enter. He had beats headphones on and was looking around. There was a cloth backpack left in the hallway against the wall.
I opened the door and found a fuller, more expensive backpack. I thought I’d test the guy. I asked him was he looking for a backpack? He hesitated and said, “Uh…yeah.” I pointed to the cloth one and said, “That one?” He goes, “yeah, thanks!” and starts putting it on. I then opened the door wider and asked, “Or were you looking for this one?” He hesitated and said that that one was his “friend’s.”
Later, I remember talking to him with another guy and girl in an area with a window that looked out into a small overgrown courtyard with a section of the building beyond. The guy seemed upset about being caught and the other two were angry at him for stealing backpacks. I told him I wouldn’t rat on him if he promised me to turn in any completed homework the victims did and to anonymously return their glasses or contact lenses and medical things….
Then, I woke up.
I remember hanging out with my work friend at a movie theater. We were in the front row eating popcorn and we decided to leave because we got bored waiting for the movie to start.
Later, we were eating lunch on a stone wall (similar to the one near my office) and there was a car parked nearby with some guy watching me. I pointed out to my friend that there has been a car following me and a guy watching me for days.
That’s when the car pulls up and they throw me into the back.
I remember a vague scene where I was unblindfolded while being tied in a chair in some attic/loft area of a house. The leader of the criminal group said I was the wrong person.
Later, I remember explaining they don’t need to kill me, I have no reason to tell anyone of their organization.
I remember being in the lobby of the movie theater and I was dazed or something and wasn’t moving. There was a guy and girl to my left and they said hi, but I didn’t respond. Eventually, they each reached out to shake my hand with their hand in my in my field of vision. I shook it and looked over, but I don’t remember their faces. I think they were looking away. I only remember the jaw of the guy and I thought, “In the future, I will call him The-Guy-With-The-Jaw.”
I remember realizing I was dreaming, so I started levitating and moving things with my mind. Stupid things, though. First was a crumpled ball of paper in the trash bin to my right.
I turned around to face the large lobby and saw tables everywhere. Half of them (to the left) had a lot of people eating and half of them (to the right) were covered in the food everyone brought. Everyone brought too much. It was some kind of international meeting and there were banners and signs on mobiles above them. I reached out my hand and moved the mobiles and signs with telekinesis. I thought I guess I really don’t have to reach out my hand to move things.
I walked around the food areas wanting the food, but didn’t know if I should take any, but, in the end, used my telekinesis to take some pizza.
I remember walking on CSCC’s campus and it was an icy day. The ice on the ground was pitted as if it was snow, melted, then snow, rained, then melted, and refroze.
Someone drove the wrong way into one of the parking lots, then blocked cars parked in the handicap areas including the ramp. I kept telling someone how much of an asshole move that was.
I remember slipping and falling on the ice.
Later, I remember having to take a complicated way into a building and finding that I didn’t have shoes. I lost them out in the parking lot.