I remember having lots of dreams, but the ones I remember:
There was a scene where I walked to a class the most efficient way possible – through the back allies through tan brick buildings. I remember dropping a paper napkin.
I remember the class was a Spanish class I was taking for an easy credit since I’ve had Spanish before. The teacher said it was only one day and he taught it like a math class, even writing equations on the board. I thought he just had a new way of teaching Spanish or something. However, he stopped without tying the equations in with the language.
At the end, some people went to the board and started writing things. One was some teacher who didn’t like me nor trust me. The other was similar to a faculty member I work with who does like me and he even joked about me. The guy who didn’t like me was confused by this.
There was a part where there were photos of a young blond girl and I said, “Doesn’t she look like…” and I looked up a fake Facebook profile that used a photo of someone I thought was probably caught in sex trafficking or something and I pointed out how she looked like the grown version – she had the same hair color and “German nose.”
There was a scene where I was watching a movie and a woman came into the room and I found out she had PTSD attacks whenever she saw someone in a military uniform. I told her I’d fast forward through that part of the movie, but remembered later the character’s C.O. appears in uniform.
I offered to find a movie to watch with her that didn’t have any triggers. We decided to watch Big Hero 6 on Netflix. Somehow there was a lag and it played a comedy from the 1970s.
I dreamed many dreams, but here is what I remember:
I’ll write more if I remember more.
I remember hiding in a house similar to the one I live in during waking life. I can’t remember who I was hiding from. There was a scene where a purple circular tablet thing was in my food in my fridge. A friend found it and I took it and looked at it. I threw it on the ground before it exploded. It wasn’t a big explosion, but it would have numbed my hand and possibly be fatal if I swallowed it.
The blinds are like the ones in my house in waking life where they don’t cover the whole window. A person in the house trying to help me hide put t-shirts up as curtains (this referenced my friend who did this and his wife posted it to FB), however, it didn’t cover the entire window. I remember looking through the open areas and seeing a group of guys in uniform busting into a neighbor’s house looking-for-the-Boston-Bomber style. They had weird large helmets with “MP” on the front. I thought they were looking for me.
I rushed to another room where there was another set of MPs, but they didn’t seem interested in me so I assumed they weren’t after me. I found Tim* on an old cordless phone and I kept trying to tell him about the other MPs and he kept turning away to talk on the phone.
In another part, some “agent” that was helping me out came by before a formal inspection of some sort. There was plaster, plastic from a Muscle Milk cap, and other messy stuff on the floor. She told me I’d need to clean before the inspection. I thought I could easily sweep it all into a dustpan so I said it was no problem.
Later, my upstairs neighbors and their friend who, in waking life, I never got his name, so I call him the “Blond Raven” came down for my birthday party. The girl gave me weird meat – I think it was rotten. The guy and the Blond Raven helped bake pumpkin muffins. I got frustrated afterward because I still didn’t know the Blond Raven’s name.
There was another scene that took place in a rural town where I was telling some guy about how I have always had issues with seeing distance. I can see depth, but my brain likes to compress depth, making it flatter the farther something is. It creates issues with hills because the hill looks taller and steeper than it really is when I look at it head on.
I also remember a scene in a cafe and I had a towel over my head. A staff member saw me and said, “Heather, right?” and then named off something this “Heather” would order. All I can remember is lemonade. I was in a weird mood and corrected her and said, “Everyone keeps calling me Heather, I should change my name.”
I remember most, if not all, of the dream being on a cruise ship. It was fancy with dim lighting and some candlelight in many of the dining rooms.
I’ve never been on a cruise in waking life, so my dream seemed weird. I remember exploring the dining areas and there was also a part with maroon carpeted steps and a bronze railing. I was wearing an old-fashioned dress for some reason. (Later on, I remember finding a “Wild West” section built to look like the Wild West, so that might have been why.)
I remember hiding my room key in a plant because I didn’t want to carry it. It was an old key with an engraved bronze tag.
There was a part where I didn’t want to keep walking in the uncomfortable dress shoes I had on, but I really wanted to explore one of the levels. I went exploring and found a hockey rink area and there were even signs telling guests not to enter the rink due to slipping risk. However, it wasn’t ice hockey because the puck was a ball. I remember almost getting hit with the ball and one of the guys playing knew me and said something like, “Close one!” and even said my name as if he knew me.
At one part, a character that reminded me of a past classmate from OSU kept bumping into me and telling me about the cool stuff like free room service and how you don’t have to pay for any of the food or drinks.
Eventually, I ended back up on the original level and looked for my key. I found a ton of other people’s keys – apparently no one wanted to carry them because I kept finding them in cushions of a beige couch near the plants. I think it was in a poker room or casino part.
There was a tall, military-looking (body type-wise and how he moved) guy there in casual clothes that talked to me. I think he found my key, used it to look through my room, and rehid the key. I remember him telling me that the lock on my door was easily breakable and the key isn’t really needed. I didn’t care that he broke in the room – I’m not stupid enough to take valuables with me, know how easy it is to pick/break locks, and the guy didn’t take anything. I think he broke the lock to see if he could.
I remember leaving a party that took place during the day at a large white house. Grace got in her car and I got in mine. Kristy got in Grace’s car and they were planning a trip to Florida and talked about how they planned to have a great time.
It was raining out and the ground was muddy. Grace was driving her car, but the positions of the driver seat and passenger seat switched so Grace was on the same side as I was. We had our doors open and somehow drove backward without the doors hitting.
Grace got out and closed my door. I planned to let her leave first. Instead, she pushed my car out of a muddy rut. I wasn’t expecting it, so I took a second before trying to back up and turn the car. As I turned the car, I saw in the side mirror and backup camera feed that the yard drops of a steep hill. I also remember a shed, dog house, or outhouse on the drop-off that was yellow with a logo – I think it was exposed insulation.
I stopped before I went off the side and both Grace and I sighed in relief. Then, the car started moving backward, sliding in the mud. It accelerated and fell backward off the cliff and flipped. Once I knew it was too late to do anything, I closed my eyes, prepared for the impact by relaxing my body, and prayed.
I remember being at a house party and flirting with some guy, but obviously, the drunker girl on his left was getting his attention a bit more than I was.
I remember waking up later and cleaning up the house. It appeared that a group of guys all ordered personal pizzas. I thought it was a waste of money and they could have ordered many extra large ones and split them.
One of my biggest fears in waking life is swallowing pills. My throat automatically closes off when I put them in my mouth.
In a dream, I was prescribed a drug that started with a B and ended with “van” and it was a gold gel inside a large capsule. After trying to swallow it several times, it split and turned into two smaller pills. I thought this would help, but decided to go to another room.
It was a different apartment than my waking one – possibly the house the party was at in the previous dream. I remember trying to flip on the light for the living room, but flipped the wrong one and it shut down the power to the kitchen appliances. I turned it back on and they “rebooted.”