I had a dream where I spent nights at my parents’ place and one day my dad woke up grumpy and got angry at how loud I speak and told me I’d have to start paying them rent if I was planning to continue to sleep there. I was already paying rent somewhere else and couldn’t afford it.
I remember being outside a church-like building and my parents walked into one side for some class. I wanted to go to a bookstore in the main part.
I was in a wheelchair for some reason and went up a ramp into the main section. I had to go back down to get to the bookstore, but some asshole blocked the ramp. I went around to the stair side and saw it was a block used for kneeling and could be moved. I could have walked down the steps, but just as in waking life, I prefer to find the accessible routes and complain when there are none.
I remember there was an elevator in another room, so I went in that direction. I went by a table where a guy was being interviewed for a job there. He talked about already working on “campus” for 20 hours per week and he could just walk over and work the afternoons there. I remember feeling like I knew one of the guys and for some reason avoided them.
I found an elaborate door that I knew was the elevator. I explored the place off to the side that looked like the inside a church, but with tables. On the tables, there were crystal bowls with these white bullet-shaped things. I asked some woman if they were mints or candy or something and she nodded.
I took two and shoved them in my mouth and started to chew – it was like chewing on candle wax. I found a trash bin (wicker, with a trash bag, in a closet area) and spit it out.
I remember working on some dream technology and there was an interface with a list and I was trying to make sure there were no default values in a column for the condition of the users. I listed most of them as “fatigued.”
There was also a part where a red dot was used for calibration and since dream tech uses 3D immersive environments, the dot appeared to be a red floating orb.
I remember a random part that was a decent horror movie, but no real details.
The other dream scene I remember took place in post-apocalyptic America at some old farm house.
We had just “arrested” a guy (basically took him into the house and handcuffed him – not sure where we found or why we used handcuffs) and I walked outside. We were meeting to discuss what to do with him. I remember not really caring because I don’t remember him doing anything too bad.
I don’t understand why we thought the way we did. Instead of rifling through his messenger bag, we were trying to think of what the clues (things he said) meant.
He said that he doesn’t smoke. That somehow led me to discover what we thought were a case of cigarettes was really a journal. It was hidden in the bag inside of a worn and torn Columbus State Community College degree/diploma hardcover. I replaced it with a journal of my own for some reason. I knew there was incriminating entries in it from some event months before.
Then, we tried figuring out how to sneak in the journal through the house to read it. Not sure why. I swear, the logic in the dream made no sense. One girl tried to tuck it into her pants, but her dress got in the way. A guy wrapped it in plastic and sealed it with gum he was just chewing.
I remember being at a restaurant and Neil* came up and handed me a boxed card game. He wanted me to keep quiet about him giving me the gift because he thought his wife would think something was going on between us when there wasn’t. I didn’t understand why she would assume he was cheating on her, but whatever.
I went to another room and checked it out. I remember playing a Solitaire-like game and instead of numbers, there were planets – each suit was a solar system and the card numbers were based on the order of planets from the center star out. I remember having trouble remembering an order of one solar system. The art was cool.
I went to put the game in my car, but I couldn’t find it! I went to where I thought it was parked and found a red Subaru instead of my red Prius. I thought it was towed.
* Name has been changed.
I remember walking down a street with a tunnel to a dock area with my dad. Some people at the end of the tunnel kept kicking chunks of cement toward me and I caught each one with my foot and kicked them back.
We got to the water and the ground was covered in clams (the wavy shell kind). I kicked some into the water and they floated up to take a breath and went back down. There were tiny humans along the edge and I kicked them in and they sank. I was like, “hmmm….” and kicked more clams in.
I fell on the ice yesterday, so now I’m covered in bruises and REALLY sore all over. This is interfering with my appetite, so I didn’t eat enough before going to bed.
The title is what I wrote down at 2:30 a.m. lol
I remember being in a large library – it felt “local,” but it was huge like it served as a university library.
I remember sitting on a white couch and looking at Instagram on my phone. I realized one of the photos was from the same seat I was in and I was going to take a picture from the same view as a joke. As I lined up the shot, I could hear what sounded like cable news. A girl sitting on a couch in front of me kept looking back at me, annoyed. I realized my phone was making the camera sound.
Someone who worked at the library came over and told me to turn down my phone. I apologized and realized the cable news voices were from my phone in a hidden app.
Later, I remember taking pictures with a strange camera app interface of a weird lizard figurine in the library. I remember a woman who worked there saying the library closed at 9 p.m. and I looked at the time and it was 9:12 p.m.
I went into another room and the lights started going out. I tried to blindly find my way out through the hallways and I said, “Hello? Lights?” hoping people would realize I was still there and light my way out. I eventually found a lit room.
There was also a connection to a scene that took place in the daylight where I was in a parking lot and some “cute nerd” told my dad some “hot nerd” was being mean to me. There was an orange/red ’70s car that drove off. The “hot nerd’s” mother got out to confront my dad and I remember thinking that her plastic surgery was f-ed up because her face was weird looking.
When I woke up, I had a memory of being in that library before. There was a dream I had recently that took place there, but there was a memory about being there for a shorter time that I wanted to be there. I’m not sure if that was a dream, a memory in last night’s dream, or a real memory from my childhood. I kept trying to remember more of the memory, but I ended up with a headache.
I went back to sleep and it turned into a weird dream that I was in a city neighborhood of a college town (I keep thinking it was the University of Cincinnati with all of the Bearcat symbology), but it was being used as a “set” for a Jurassic Park film/interactive-immersive entertainment thing. I loved the location, but I felt there was a real danger.
I remember being in a large room with computer desks or checkout counters in a crowd facing a wall of windows. I was worried and looked for places to hide. I kept thinking I’d hide on the bottom shelf of a computer desk (they were that cheap Walmart kind), but I worried that taking out the shelf to fit would slow me down.
There was a good-looking guy to my left who was just as worried and kept saying we (the crowd) need to do SOMETHING, not just stand there. The rest of the crowd seemed to think he was nuts. I liked that he spoke up.
We were then moved to a back room, but I thought it wouldn’t really work and kept looking for places to hide, wondering if dinosaurs could smell.
I nudged the guy and pointed at the bottom of a larger desk. He got the message and we cleared the crap that was being stored there in case we needed to hide later.
In the crowd, we walked by an open meat freezer. I thought if worse comes to worst, we’ll hide there.
I remember fewer details of this dream, but it was about going around town with a small group of friends. “Town” being a city (I think it was a futuristic Cincinnati).
The crazy parts that should have made me realize I was dreaming were things like flying cars. They weren’t REALLY flying, they were magnetic, but somehow allowed space between the “road” and the car, but kept the car from flying off the “highway.” The highway was designed to look like a looping knot that formed an upright tall flower. I loved the views from being up high, but couldn’t understand how we don’t fly off the track.
I remember discussing how the neighborhood near the college was a “bad” neighborhood.
There was a scene where a friend (some black female) told us about how I was put in the dorm room near the heating equipment because it was noisy. To get a better dorm, you have to bribe someone. I didn’t mind the room – the noise didn’t bother me.
Note: There were two other dreams I remember that took place in these dorms and I’ll link them when I find them.
I remember following them out, but I took a wrong turn and ended up on a road in a tunnel under a highway. It was blocked by an old tan Honda Accord. There was a guy and a girl that was walking a dog going that way, so I thought it was the correct way. I grabbed the car and easily pulled the wreckage to the side. It revealed a locked door with the style and font of the Cincinnati Museum saying the place was closed. The other people shrugged and turned around.
Note: In October 2015, I had a discussion with someone who used to work at UC and she said the neighborhood near the college was so bad, she was always warned not to walk to her car alone.
I remember hanging out with my friend Alice* and going to an amusement park. For some reason, I thought of Kings Island, but this was not like that.
While walking to the entrance, I had this weird feeling we were being followed by a male my age. I mentioned it to Alice, asking if she ever talked to the guy behind us. She asked what I was talking about and I mentioned how I felt this guy following us and I think he was in the back seat of the car coming to the place, but I never talked to him or even looked at him.
I felt as if I had been there before, decades ago, with my parents. In waking life, Alice is usually more outgoing than me and is the one to pull me along to do things. In the dream, I remember taking the lead and asking her to follow. She was hesitant.
I remember going through an area with a tall wooden gate.
We exited an area on a raised cement platform. There was a guy (he looked like an actor I’ve seen before) to our left pushing unpopped popcorn that was coming out of a chute.
I remember him being a “ghost” in an earlier run of this program. (By now, I realized this was a re-run of a dream program and the dream became half-lucid.) In an earlier version, the guy played a trickster role. He said something about him being dead and a ghost and I thought, “I hope he isn’t really dead. He’s not that bad of a guy.”
I used the pile of popcorn as an easier way to jump from the platform and told Alice to follow me.
I went up some stairs and into a building. I knew the building was supposed to be like one from some horror movie, so I went to every room and explored the three-story building. Each room was designed to reflect a character. The weirdest one was one of an old lady/grandmother. The doorknob to her room was missing, but there was a small tip I was able to use to open the door.
After all of this, I found out we were trapped. I went to the kitchen for some food.
I later discovered through a TV / seeing it as a movie a couple that had entered the haunted house. They were cool and both were able to take what crazy shit the house gave them and survived well together. I remember in their version, the refrigerator and other kitchen things were all covered with plastic. They could see the food, but couldn’t get to it.
It was supposed to be a surprise to the audience that the girl’s legs were missing (probably due to the house), but I didn’t understand that since many of the shots showed her sitting in a weird position on the stairs as her husband fetched things for her.
Something happened to one of them and the survivor was ridiculed by the people who ran the program for not protecting the other. I think it was the guy who survived.
* Name has been changed.
I remember a scene where I was in a college class, but it was in a studio with high black ceilings with movable lighting. We sat on foldable bleachers.
I remember talking to someone about the TV show Community.
There was a scene with a boat or maybe some weird white coffin-like device with water in it. I don’t really remember.
I do remember the teacher (I guess he was “The Teacher”) saying it wasn’t weird that I was taking the class because even astronauts (he pointed to a classmate) have to take other courses outside of their major.
I generally don’t watch a lot of horror, but I think the Amusement Park dream came from watching Black Mirror recently. I mean, it TRIED to have a neat twist.
I don’t know why Winnie-the-Pooh shows up randomly. There was a dream a few years ago where I watched a movie where a child was being trained to fight “Poohs,” an alien race of yellow bears. “Beware of the Poohs,” the father said.