I remember playing some game repeatedly, but I only remember the final time.
I remember ducking as someone shot a character on my team in the back after the group ran into a room to the right. I thought they’d shoot me, but they didn’t because I guess I appeared dead laying flat on my stomach.
Later, I remember a scene in a bedroom and I was fighting on the floor. At one point, I had a revolver with at least three bullets, but it didn’t work. I didn’t know if it was jammed or what.
The bad guy I was trying to shoot had knives and was good at throwing them. I put my hand up to shield my face and closed my eyes. The knife went through my left palm and it HURT.
Then, I took the knife out of my hand and thought, “Oooh, I’ve got a knife now!”
I tried throwing it, but I knew I was shitty at throwing knives and it curved and jabbed some kid in the neck. I had a pair of metal scissors and tried to throw them at some “evil” lady in a flower-patterned dress. It landed in between her legs not harming her.
There was a small part in another dream where this “gem” thing opened a portal of some sort and it was disguised as an old doorknob.
I remember flashes of:
I am suffering from the longest and most serious cold I’ve had in at least a year, so my dreams have just been weird. I slept 11 hours last night after having cookies and “old” grape juice.
Many of the dreams I can’t even put into words. In the end, it was scary because it was basically the idea that everything is and will always be. I tried changing parts of whatever it was and no matter what I changed, it didn’t really affect anything else and the lack of the power to change things for the better made it a nightmare. It was represented in what looked similar to magnetic fields of a bar magnet.
Another more narrative dream was about being on campus in the late spring. It was nice out! I, some nice guy, and 1-2 others were carrying a long hotdog wiener to some new restaurant on Mill Street. They made great hot dogs, but you had to supply the meat part. We were going to break some world record and then split the food.
When we got to the place, it was designed like an old Aztec pyramid. People were sitting on the steps and taking pictures with their cell phones. We climbed the awkward steps and inside was even cooler! We sat on an elevated platform and across the way, there were random plants, figurines, etc.
I took my phone out to take photos and the main owner of the place got angry. I put it away and found out why: the hotdog place was a cover for a place that sold marijuana. He thought I was a spy.
In another dream, all I remember is signing a confidentiality form about something called the “Lear Teleporter.”
I remember a vague start to the dream where I was in a bedroom with no decorations (I don’t decorate, usually) and I was sitting at a computer. I can’t remember what I was frustrated with, but I remember cussing and then worrying about the door being open and others hearing me. There was also something about me wanting to post answers to some quiz that was too easy, but might help someone.
My dad walked in and I realized that the door WAS open and I tend to not cuss around my parents.
My dad and I then get in a trivial argument over pencils. I had two cups with pencils by my computer and my dad was trying to give me pencils he think would be more comfortable for me to use. I thought I was OK with the pencils I had and didn’t want to carry around a “special” pencil just because someone else thought it would be more comfortable to use.
He walked out of the room and came back with a pencil and said, “Here, just take a look at it, at least.”
It was a red mechanical pencil with a black grip. It was a nice pencil, but I had other pencils, I didn’t need another one. I told him that it was “cool” and I might use it, but I have so many other pencils. He smiled when I said “cool” and had me keep the pencil. I put it on one of the cups.
I then either remembered (flashback) or daydreamed/wrote a scene where I was arguing with Charlie* over something trivial and I ended up agreeing that something was “cool.” Charlie smiled and laughed. He threw his hands up and said, “‘Cool’ has entered the conversation. The argument must be over.” I said, “What?” He then tells me that when I say “cool” in an argument, it’s my polite way of ending the argument, knowing I plan to do whatever the hell I want anyway. I think it’s super attractive when guys can figure out character traits I wasn’t aware of, so I kissed him and hugged him.
I was snapped back to the dream “present,” but I was no longer in a room, I was outside. My dad was replaced by Charlie. He was telling me about how the “slide” on “one” didn’t go back all the way and would get stuck. I was halfway in the other dream and pictured the “slide” as the mechanism on a mechanical pencil. However, both the guy the Charlie character is based on as well as my dad would have actually been talking about guns.
I said, “Did you return it?” Charlie said no, that he planned to, but it was probably too late. He looked at his cell phone and appeared to be looking up something while talking about it.
He smiled at the words on his screen and started saying them. I thought he had written something about the gun/pencil he was talking about, but quickly recognized it as Hootie and the Blowfish lyrics. He didn’t sing them, he was reading them and looking up at me to see if I recognized them. The song got in my head.
Right after that, I walked by him and saw an apartment complex to the left and said, “This looks like a nice place to live. It’s so close to work.” “Work” was some campus/compound with multiple buildings. The building I looked at was an interesting building that looked as if half the buildings were owned by one company and the other half by another. Some units were townhouses and high-rises, but some older ones appeared to be small studio garden apartments. I liked the small one.
Note: I have a feeling it was Charlie through the entire dream and the “pencils” were metaphors for guns (I’ve actually used the metaphor and said it aloud last week). The cups of pencils were probably the fact that I see everything around me as potential weapons and I don’t want to carry a gun that would be one more thing I’d have to worry about when I’m surrounded by weapons. I could see the guy Charlie is based on someday trying to get me a gun that he thinks would be comfortable for me to use and me arguing with him about it and even telling him, “Oh, my god, you sound like my dad” because my dad has tried this in the past.
I plan on using the musical cue as part of a scene (possibly) in the story I’m writing where a character is told to cause stress, empathy, then sing/recite song lyrics as a musical cue to study how well it helps the dream go lucid/at least, be remembered. The stress/empathy in narrative structures are what helps them be recalled and music is just an extra trigger. In the dream, Charlie had to read the lyrics because the guy the character is based on listens to completely different music.
* Name has been changed.
I remember being in some competition to get a job of some sort and it involved a river and boats.
I remember struggling with concrete steps near a dam and by the final leg, I was last. I was so bad at this, everyone was surprised I completed the legs and went on to the last one. They thought I’d give up.
The final leg had the competitors on a larger boat, however, it only carried four competitors at a time and there were five of us. I had to get on a boat alone.
Before getting on, they gave me a bright orange life jacket and quick self-defense tips against attackers. I didn’t understand why.
I got on the boat and thought, “I’ve got this! I love water and boats!” I was standing in the back holding onto a railing and a vinyl chair. Soon into a peaceful boat ride, it turned into a ride where the driver acted as if we were trying to escape people on the land with guns. I felt I did well in that part of the competition because I kept my balance and the times when we couldn’t see due to the sun and water in our eyes, I didn’t panic.
I don’t think I won, but I enjoyed competing.