Note: This is unfinished. I’ll update it if I ever get around to remembering it.
I remember parking in a parking lot surrounded by a sidewalk and some gravel. I think it was in front of a museum of some sort.
There was a track at the entrance where a train tour would take people around the place. There was a warning sound every time the trains moved.
Later, a group planned to put on a play that all took place on a train and we tried to figure out how to get the background to appear moving. I suggested having a scene on fabric looped around two rollers so the background would continue to appear to move behind the windows of the open train car set. I came back later and they not only had that, but two other layers that had homes and people and they moved at different speeds to create a more realistic effect.
I remember being in my parents’ house (pre-2004 renovation) and my current upstairs neighbor walked by. I said, “Hello.” He stopped and turned toward me and sat next to me as if I asked him to. I said, “You didn’t need to stop. I just said, ‘Hello.’” He later told me he was moving to New York. I told him I’d visit, but wouldn’t stay – too many people. Then, a girl came over and gave me these weird sunglasses in the shape of a red salamander.
Note: I associate salamanders with fire.
Thanks, Tumblr, for the name.
I remember sitting at a row of computers facing the wall. To my right, an old teacher I had in waking life was talking about a project. He was a strict, snarky teacher and even though he was snarky, my work improved during his classes.
He was explaining a project that relied on a contract being approved and it involved video. I thought I could use an old unfinished video commenting project to help out.
Instead of being just a normal website, it was interactive. The front page mockup had a mannequin head lying horizontally that spun on an axis. The head had texture – it felt like it was a slippery plastic with rubber qualities. The navigation was raised red text on part of the head. I remember being goofy and spinning the head and going, “I can’t find the navigation, it’s too complicated!!” Mr. Snarky said only a certain character (can’t remember the name) from a certain cartoon would act like that. Nobody liked that character.
I thought it would be neat to have the raised area be braille for blind visitors.
“Thanks to my story dealing with dream technology, I dreamed about more aspects of the technology. It reminded me of a quote from a friend: Men are like waffles and women are like spaghetti. My dreams are all connected to each other and my dream last night was about going through some male coworker’s dreams dealing with projects in development. They were all focused and had good info, but were compartmentalized and separate and I struggled to recall information from the ‘files’ after getting out of the ‘application.’ (Not the words we used, but I don’t know how else to describe it.)”
“I kept getting frustrated because I wasn’t able to show others or tell others the information. Luckily, the information was just records of past versions of the software. I remember even trying to do the equivalent of adding ‘tags’ by finding a visual or spatial representation for easy access, but even that was tough. I plan on using it in a story as a way to keep information hidden or secret, just like one of my ideas/dreams where I programmed the dream to be forgotten upon completing a task.”
The “tagging” part was where I tried to connect the files to the top step of the steps outside of the bookstore that I stop and rest sometimes when walking the blocks between buildings. Not only the top step, but yellow paint spilled on that step while I sit on the second step.
I dreamed that I decided to join the Marines – for the fitness and skills. I remember knowing it would be beyond exhausting and painful, but would have awesome results. (I need this kind of motivation to work out in waking life. lol) Charlie*, who was in the Marines previously in the dream, was worried because we both agreed the country was gearing up for war and it would be one of the worst times for me to join if I wanted to avoid a major war.
I was first put in a small group in a room. I think everyone was female, which confused me since I expected a mix of guys and girls or mostly guys. Luckily, they were all pretty awesome people and we all got along, at least partially. The entire time (about a full day), I assumed we were being tested to see how we handled stress. I saw the others as both allies and competitors because social ranking was still up for grabs and gaining a leader position would hopefully make my life easier.
One scene happened after we went to sleep. Someone opened our door and a bird flew in. The bird had blue in it and I later argued with someone whether it was a blue jay or a magpie because they said we were on the West Coast. It flew in the room waking people out of deep sleep and landed on a person’s head. I got up, half asleep, grabbed a broom while telling everyone, “That’s a death omen, by the way” and kindly shooed it back out of the door, through a lighted room, and outside. I think a couple of guys out there were about to kill it, but I shut the door and went back before seeing it killed. I remember later doing something similar with another animal and I was questioned why I’d leave before the animals were killed. I explained that if a war was coming, I’d eventually see enough death and I didn’t need to see it when I had the ability to leave and no way to save the animals anyway. I remember putting the broom back – it was like the one I have in waking life with an angled brush and I remember getting grumpy/frustrated with trying to lean it against the wall to keep it from falling.
There was another scene where I went outside by another door and found a guy sleeping on a cot. He looked like Tom Cruise with stubble. When I woke up, I realized it was “The Teacher” from previous dreams.
Posts where the “The Teacher” appears:
* Name was changed
I remember my dad telling me to invest money with some company right before they started showing signs of failing. I remember letting a chief executive drive me around talking about the company and drove me around their campus. I remember a brown building with windows that appeared black. I had already done the research and saw they were getting bought out, but by an equally risky company. I decided not to invest.
I remember stores were charging for plastic bags and then, to make a higher profit, told baggers to bag as few items per bag as possible. I told Sean and Kara to bring their own bags to save money. I also remember being at Target and finding some awesome small backpacks that came with a children’s book on sale and told them to come look at them. They were bright red and pink.
At this time, I woke up and couldn’t sleep for two hours.
I remember being in a house with a large kitchen (larger than waking life, but similar setup. A large three-part “pipe” (about 2.5 feet in diameter) attached to the ceiling spun around making a weird noise. It then split into the pieces and fell to the ground. One piece disappeared and I started to question if it was a dream. I remember thinking the word, “pipe” to describe the thing and looked up and the ceiling was missing and had nothing but exposed pipes and wires.
I saw old cat food on the floor and realized I hadn’t fed or seen the cat in days and started to freak out that it died. I started looking for it. I was SO happy that was a dream and there was no dead or neglected cat.
I remember looking for a restroom in some themed shop. It looked like the place was made out of logs. Eventually, someone told me the restroom was upstairs and I decided to go somewhere else.
I somehow ended up outside in a lawn chair talking to a character that was getting their hair cut by someone I went to high school with. I waited to see if the girl recognized me, but she didn’t. I remember first wearing a shirt that looked like that “Pirate Shirt” from Seinfeld and then a navy blue t-shirt with holes in my left sleeve. I didn’t want to wear the shirt because of the holes, but I found that it was the “style” of the shirt. Another girl came over to perform cosmetic surgery on the other character, but almost cut into my face. I pushed them away and said, “I don’t want surgery. She does!” The other girl had markings where she was going to be cut in the face, but it looked like mascara streaks. Later, I remember here having both blood and the black stuff dripping from her hand.
I remember house-sitting for a friend. Someone came to the door and knocked. I said, “Who is it?” and then got mad at myself for saying something. They knocked again, so I thought they didn’t hear me. My friend is great with covering windows, so I felt safe that this person couldn’t see me.
I was wrong. One window’s curtains were open enough for the guy to look inside. He looked like a nice guy, but it was creepy. He went back to the front door and I realized I could see through the door near the ground. The guy said he was returning something that belonged to my friend. He put down a bright red toolbox thing. It fell apart. He awkwardly put it back together as if he was trying to hide the fact that it was broken.
This is out of order.
I remember driving on SR-315 southbound in Columbus near the Neil Street/I-670 East exit at night. It was so dark. I couldn’t understand why I had trouble seeing and had to keep turning off and on my headlights (in my old van, but I was low as if I was in my car). I realized the streetlights and lights in the city were all off. I still didn’t think it should have been that dark – there HAD to be stars! But it was just a blanket of pitch black outside of my car. The street lights worked long enough for me to see the exit, but they went out quickly. When my headlights were working, I could see that traffic was backed up in the two farthest right lanes. I frustratingly moved over to the clear third lane and wondered why it was clear.
I remember a small scene where I was talking to some guy who worked for the government and he had to learn something really quick. He did that thing from the movie The Matrix where the character Trinity was able to receive knowledge of how to fly a helicopter in a few seconds, looking like he was in rapid eye movement sleep. Another character and I talked about how he was testing a part of the “Trinity Project,” named for the character. I think I remembered this dream because of it’s similarity to the nuclear bomb test name.
I can’t remember what was behind the red door or why it was important, but I remember consciously making the door red. When I woke up, I realized I stole it from my laundry room in waking life.
I remember making dinner plans with two guys I just met at some work function. One guy, I was considering canceling because he was “extreme.” That’s how I described it in the dream and didn’t want to seem like I was leading him on and hurt his feelings if his reaction might be “extreme.” The other guy was a better match for me and was “less-extreme.“
I remember a vague scene of being some sort of prisoner of war or something. I felt we were safe for the most part, as long as we were breathing, we were OK.
The people were all crowded in the room. There was just enough space to sit along the wall shoulder to shoulder. I felt lucky because I was sitting on a bench attached to the wall instead of the cold cement floor. We were all wearing oversized gray jumpsuits. I think my hands were bound with handcuffs with a long chain in between them. I still didn’t feel scared, more bored than anything. I don’t remember a threat of death as much as something strange like memory loss or something.
I tried to make the most of it by talking to the people sitting beside me. One girl was really afraid for her life and I tried calming her down. I made jokes and told funny stories and I think it allowed some of the inmates to relax. Someone near me (I think it was the worried girl) was called to another room and I said something like, “I’ll do it for you wholesale!” referencing something in science fiction.
When I woke up, I looked it up: “We Can Remember It for You Wholesale” was a short story by Phillip K. Dick what was the inspiration for the movie, Total Recall.
Other scenes I remember are working in an open office setting with Alice* and a scene where I was bundled up in hiking gear walking on a snowy path.
I remember being comfortable temperature-wise, but something was blocking the vision in the left eye.
In the distance, there were neat cliff formations that had different colors for the layers of rock and it went deep, far into a canyon. A path was on my left along another rock face. I planned to use the rock face to get onto the path, however, I saw there was an open area that I’d have to navigate blindly. It pissed me off.