I ate raisins right before bed. I’m not sure if this had an effect or not.
I dreamed I was leaving work (different town) and had to go down a steep hill. This was maybe a few days after a heavy snow, so the main streets were clear and you could see grass, but there were still icy snow piles around.
I remember accelerating, then braking and my car hit ice and wouldn’t stop. Two cars approaching a stop sign ahead. I slammed into the second car and it hit the other. I pulled ahead of them and pulled over to the curb, grabbed my insurance info (where is was in my old van) and got out. One of the others did as well.
It was a decent day – in the upper 40s maybe and, based on the angle of the sun, this was in mid-to-late March. To the west (ish) was a high school athletic field and there were houses all around. The car right behind mine was driven by a guy who looked like past classmate from the Lantern who is currently volunteering in southwest Asia. He was on the phone with his insurance (I think). The other person was a kind long-haired blond girl in her mid-20s.
I remember looking through my car for something to write on, but all I could find was a torn Mead spiral notebook. I thought it might be enough, but the only page I could see writing on had driving directions on the front that I was supposed to throw away. I was afraid I’d accidentally throw away the insurance information.
I was worried about my insurance rates going sky high and thought I was only a month or two from another accident (a fender bender to the rear passenger side bumper that someone else hit) being taken off my record. The girl was calm and just hanging out in a nice jacket and scarf. The guy got out and paced up and down the sidewalk as he spoke on the phone. The girl watched and said she thought it was his first accident, but he was handling it so well.
I remember looking down and seeing he had pulled up too far or ice had caused his car to hit my back bumper and the light was damaged. I hoped that the fact that he caused some damage it would somehow lower the cost of my insurance hike.
While we were talking, I said how my brakes didn’t work because of the ice and there was no way to swerve. I pointed to the fact that both sides of the street had parked cars and we had to stand close to our cars because of the traffic coming down the hill.
Just then, I saw a car drive up the street from the bottom of the hill where the stop sign was. They turned around, then the driver drove backward, right into my car. They kept going and it ended up moving my car into the street. He laughed and started to drive off.
I walked toward him, thinking he was going to pull off and give me insurance info or, at least, a reason. He stopped at the stop sign and turned left. I ran after him yelling at him to stop. I lied and shouted that I had his license plate number. I tried to actually get it: 630…something, I think. Once he heard me say that he said, turn around and said it was the equivalent of [something]Music:) (pronounced “Music smiley face”).
I realized this guy was my “arch-nemesis” in the dream, always making my life Hell. The Music:) was supposed to be an identifier of some sort that uses numbers or letters (phone number, I.D. number, username, etc.). The last thought I had in the dream was, “That guy is such a dick, it would make sense that his [whatever it was] would have an emoticon.”
I remember the ending of a final class of some course. It was on an upper level of a building. I felt disappointed with the course because there were no hard deadlines and I felt without these, I was lazier and never completed anything. It had something to do with storytelling.
I told this to a female classmate (dark-skinned Asian) as we entered an elevator with metal doors.
I got off at a classroom that had children. I thought I wouldn’t be able to get in and I was angry they had so many children in the class for something not necessarily child-appropriate. I felt it was a waste of funds and resources.
They let out and I rushed in to grab a seat. Someone took the spot at the very right of the front row, so I took the seat next to them. Later, someone tried to sit on the other side who was part of a couple. I was frustrated because I wanted that seat and didn’t want to give it up just because someone was part of a couple, but also, I am nice enough to do so.
I had to leave the seat to throw out something. I came back and found the girl who was to my right sitting on the floor next to stacked chairs there were a standing person and a group that stole our chairs.
I told them to get out of my seat and that I was there first. This wasn’t a couple, it was a clique. The guy said he knew I sat there first, but he was “working on getting an A.” I said, “So am I, and that’s why I came earlier, stood in line longer, and got a seat in the front row FIRST.”
He gave up his seat.
In the same building, in a nearby room, a team was working on a robot with artificial intelligence. I remember playing with it dancing with arm motions that it mimicked and tried to predict. I often changed up the movements, causing it to change up what it thought I was going to do and other times, I let the robot choose the next move.
I thought it was good, but could be better. I explained that robots think in algorithms and math and people have free will. We need the robot to appear to have that same free will.
I went back into the classroom I was in before. Threw away something and noticed to the right of where I was sitting and some farther back sat some guys in yellow and black soccer jerseys. By now, I half knew I was dreaming and had to remember certain details. I wondered if they were Columbus Crew jerseys and wondered why they’d recruit soccer players for this.
The guy to my right was nice.
I looked up the Crew jerseys when I woke up and the jerseys in the dream had more black stripes that made the yellow look like sun rays.
I remember looking at the papers that were handed out and there was a logo that was cyan/blue and red with a white symbol. I drew it when I woke up and it reminded me of a Russian letter. I think I added the right part and it could have been the Greek letter Omega at a 90-degree angle.
I remember a scene where some bus driver had to check on her missing family member and I helped her make and wrap food for the kids on the bus. I kept reassuring her the kids would be fine. I also remember using breadcrumbs to spell out messages to the kids starting with “Happy…” but I thought it didn’t make sense. I still ended the messages with “Have fun!”
I drank a 16-oz. energy drink (around 300 mg of caffeine), but it didn’t have much of an effect so I just went to bed and slept 11 hours. Also, it hasn’t really seeped into my dreams, yet, but I’ve been binge watching Burn Notice.
I remember playing a “dream game” where I was shooting different cartoon characters. And on some characters, there was a magnetic/locking target. Some “official” or “agent” asked me why I shot those characters. I don’t remember what I told him, but when I was telling someone this dream in another dream, I said the characters were “Winnie-the-friggin’-Pooh.”
Note: This is becoming a strange pattern and I have no clue why my subconscious has focused on this cartoon.
I remember being outside in a desert-like area and some tall structure was being built to my right. It was a combo of steel and rock. The rock pillars all had large heads. I called them “Aztec” in the dream, but they were more like the heads on Easter Island. My hands were close together – They might have been bound. I don’t remember wanting to walk, but being forced to. I thought it was weird that no one seemed to notice the faces and thought maybe I tend to look up more often than others…maybe because I’m short.
The dream turned into another one that took place in a large warehouse store. The inside aisles all had pets, including tiny goats and deer. My hands were no longer bound and I went around petting the animals. I started to worry because I didn’t wash my hands and wondered if I was spreading disease between animals as well as myself.
I ended up where I needed to be – in an office supply area. I looked for note cards or Rolodex cards or something and found some. I ended up buying them for Sean, who I met (with Kara) at what I think was Perkins in London.
I remember a vague scene where I was being interviewed by a woman and man in suits in a room with large glass windows overlooking the interior of a building. They were excited about “storage options” as in data storage. I worked for a software company in the dream and they were excited about the possibility of using me to get their hands on the storage. They asked me about how I use their storage. I said that I didn’t and use a different company. Their mood changed and I obviously didn’t say the “right” answer.
This started out in a dream where I was doing some kind of surveillance in a dark room with blue and red lights and monitors that showed basic graphics. I remember having large headphones on watching a waveform as I listened to grainy audio. I remember text being on the screen, but I didn’t read it.
I started to daydream a story idea and it turned into another dream.
I and Charlie* (I think) were helping some human-looking aliens that were helping Earth people develop space technology lead a tour of recruits. The interior of the spaceship was similar to the room I was working in with blue and red lighted elements. I also remember trash bins being in good locations and I remember eating and getting rid of the trash quickly. I remember thinking it’s good I got in the habit of throwing away trash quickly, otherwise, I’d have too much crap in my hands.
At one point of the tour, we all had our innate superpowers activated (one per person). To demonstrate this, I flew. I thought the scene of me, a short person, rising above the small crowd would be an interesting scene. Charlie (or Tim*?) pulled me back down because I was wearing a black dress that was too short to really be flying above people’s heads.
Also, flying wasn’t my power. I was a “Spiegel” or “mirror” and was using someone else’s flying power. I flew later, but I had to keep up with the person who was the flyer because I would lose that power if I got out of range.
Note: This continues the idea that I need a reason to ever fly in a dream.
* Names were changed.
No big plot dreams, but there was a scene I want to use in a story.
There was a scene that was like someone trying to track me down in a dream. I remember a “fly over” (even though I didn’t feel like I was flying, it was like watching a 3D version of drone footage) of the town I currently live in. I remember feeling like someone was searching for me. However, they flew through the main public square – nowhere near where I actually live in town. I remember a feeling of frustration when they obviously couldn’t find where I live.
I wanna use this in a story about dreaming – I already have characters who can track people using false awakening loops, but this drone idea is interesting.
This turned into a dream about a place in town and I somehow became a city leader. I had to make rules about something in the community and people wanted me to be against violence. I made an exception for an old opera house because they used to have boxing matches there (like the past made a difference).
There was another scene where I was with my parents somewhere and at the end, I realized I was at a high-rise apartment complex that looked old, but nice. It had Florida (or coastal) colors. There was a pool, too. I remember saying the place looks cool, but you knew it had to be $1,000-$1,200/month.
I went up to some glass doors – there were mailboxes inside. I knocked on the doors and the owner came over. I asked him how much the rent was and he said some low number, like $150 or $250/month. I was confused. He walked away and returned asking what kind of warrant I had. I didn’t understand. He explained the only people who live there had warrants out for their arrest.
I told my parents, “See?” as if this proved my point about no good apartments being around.
I remember having to climb stairs and go through a small opening, which I called “the Portal.” This later became a portal ala Sliders. I remember thinking to have a portal machine would come in handy when it came to getting to work without dealing with traffic.
I remember going someplace to climb an outdoor “course” of some sort. There were areas of steep grassy hills, walls of ivy, huge vines, etc. It even went through houses that served as pit stops. Most of the climb was vertical and I enjoyed the activity.
There was a group of guys there and they had climbing equipment. I think I was free climbing it all. I remember being competitive and wanting to reach the top first.
At the first house, part way up, I remember hitting a snag. Some furniture was moved and without equipment or help, I was too short and couldn’t reach the hole/trap door in the ceiling I needed to get through. I remember asking the woman in charge of the place if she could move furniture or go up and drop a rope, etc. While waiting, I think I remember drinking orange juice in the kitchen. I saw the group of guys resting in their harnesses chatting.
One guy appeared about 5-10 years older than me and the others were listening to him talk about UFOs, superpowers, ghosts, etc. I thought it was cool because he sounded like a half-believer (half-skeptic, half-open to possibilities). I remember then getting frustrated because they were “winning” the competition I had going in my head.
I walked/climbed out the back door and found a wooden staircase to my left. I told the caretaker to forget the furniture and the rope and climbed the stairs.
I don’t remember the rest of the dream, but there was something about a daisy with too many petals. I remember watching a movie on Netflix the day before about Alan Turing and wondered if the numbers of the petals really were a Fibonacci number.
This was a weird one because it was from a perspective of a straight male, but I kept acting like my straight female (waking) self.
I was in some kind of art class in a one-story college/school of some sort. I remember the building being crowded. The male character was at a further back desk (in waking life, I choose the front row 95 percent of the time), but unlike me, the male character was taller and could see over other students. He sat back there, though, because of some blond chick that he wasn’t crazy about, but he went on a date with her after she asked him out.
The teacher, that looked like a teacher I had in waking life at Ohio State, gave an assignment. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it had something to do with animation and the example had a purple cat with a long zig-zag tail and a ball rolling down each tier.
At the end, the male character went up to stand in line to ask the teacher a question and the blond chick stayed behind to walk out with him.
Just as the male character got to speak to the teacher, some loud bitch (bigger boned, fuller brown hair with curls) kept shouting over him and he said, “I guess she has a more important question…” and let her come up and talk to the teacher. The teacher and the loud bitch spoke as they walked toward the door. Just before the teacher left, the male main character (and more of my character) ran up and blocked the door saying he needed to ask some questions. He basically clarified the assignment – the art and art statement (called something else) was due tomorrow or maybe a week from tomorrow.
He explained to the blond chick that he used to take classes where he had to produce a product (website, marketing campaign, game, etc.) each week. It was stressful and he hated drawing.
After going outside, the girl grabbed his arm as if they were in a relationship. He thought how he wouldn’t normally choose a girl like her (he preferred brown-haired average-weight girls and she was blond, tall, and lanky), but they DID go on a date and it’s nice to have someone.
He looked at a part of the yard with bushes and tall grass. There were butterflies and grasshoppers. He wanted to impress her and tried to move the grass so they’d all fly away at once like a flock of birds. It didn’t work. The butterflies only moved to another blade of grass and the grasshoppers stayed in place. There were larger locus-like bugs and he said aloud they were cicadas, but he kept mispronouncing it as “sic-CADE-dee-ahs.”
Now that I’m awake, I don’t think it was High Street in Columbus, but it was a main street with shops and restaurants and a college nearby. I remember having a place near 20th Avenue. I also remember walking at night along the street – it was on a steep hill.
There were many times where I felt I realized I was traveling in the wrong direction. I took a bus one day and it didn’t go south of Eighth Avenue and I found out I was on the 18, not the 8. The woman bus driver was a nice mother-like person with a southern accent.
I remember a weird scene where she led me up a hill in front of some apartments and the bus went on down the road and she ran after it. I thought it was weird because who thought they could catch up with a bus? It ended up running up a curb and onto a sidewalk.
There was a scene in this dream about a TV series or movie and I don’t remember the details because I said it already existed. All I remember is some guy that looked like Donald Glover playing one of the main parts. His character wanted to be a record producer and people thought he couldn’t be one because he was in a wheelchair. He’d always have giant headphones on.
I remember he was supposed to be part of an ensemble of people no one thought would succeed because of some small personality or physical trait, but they all secretly had other talents (I can’t remember if they were computer/spy related or science fiction powers) and would fix, rescue, etc. things without anyone knowing it was them.