Things I remember:
I “created” a snake and handled it, but put it back in a terrarium and asked someone if it was poisonous. I told the person I created the snake (this seemed normal in the dream) and wondered if she could tell if it was poisonous. The woman I asked said, “You ‘created’ a snake?” and apparently didn’t understand how that was possible.
I remember a dream where I was moving from an apartment with white walls and an open area near the door. The door led to a hallway. It was early June?
I remember shopping in what I think was a Save-a-lot (I haven’t been to one of those in over a decade) and getting mad because my groceries kept disappearing when I reached the checkout lines. I told an employee that I have been to the store and shopped three times that day. She started singing some song with changed lyrics. I don’t remember the song, but she had a great voice.
There was a snippet of a dream where I said that there were so many candidates for presidents that it’s hard to know which ones actually announced their candidacy and those who were still fundraising to announce their candidacy.
Before I go to bed, I thought I write down the strange game from my dream last night.
I remember the game having a set up where I had a guide to follow while looking for clues and puzzle pieces. The problem was that the guide would get pissed off if you didn’t pay enough attention to him and he’d become an enemy the character would have to avoid and hide from.
There was a scene where I had to read a note posted on a window – I think part of it was in Latin – while keeping the guide in my field of vision. I had to read the note without looking directly at it. I don’t remember what it said.
The guide was a guy my age. He wore faded jeans.
I remember working as an ice cream food cart vendor outside of the Nestor Hall arch at Columbus State. I remember the cart shaking if I left it on too long. The cart got popular around dusk and I remember one guy wanted everything chocolate. I asked him if he wanted to be “chocolated out” and planned to combine chocolate flavors together. I was also filling an order for a lady and her son. She got mad because she didn’t realize I was making both at the same time.
There was a scene in a restaurant where the Vlogbrothers from YouTube were making ice cream. Hank made a chunk of ice cream/dough stuff while explaining the science behind it. He had yellow and blue dye and I thought it would turn green, but it turned blue instead.
I remember later busing tables in the restaurant, which I later said was Applebee’s, but I’m not sure it was. Charlie* was there, also working, and told me something I don’t remember now. I think the restaurant jobs were a cover for something else.
Note about the restaurant: The scene with Charlie happened before. I didn’t write it down because it wasn’t more than a few minutes and I don’t remember the message at that time either, but there is a recurring dream that involves him working at a restaurant like Applebee’s or O’Charley’s (maybe it’s my subconscious playing with the nickname?). I went to Applebee’s today and it wasn’t the Applebee’s near me, but I looked it up on Google and the dreams were DEFINITELY Applebee’s (the lamps are different in other restaurants and some matched the stained glass bird/flower design; also, the dreams always had tables next to the dividers with thick walls/sometimes windows and the dividers were at the right height).
* Name was changed
I remember, vaguely now, leaving a room because it was 10:30 a.m. and walking down the steps of an indoor amphitheater. The seats were made of concrete and painted white. At least one student recognized me and offered me a seat in the crowded room. I got frustrated at the bottom because I walked through spider webs.
There was a scene where I was sinking in a wooden boat next to a dock with a wooden ladder. I didn’t care that much. Later, I had to go down the ladder to get to another one and there were eels in the water. I was frustrated because I didn’t want to deal with them. I talked to them asking them to not bother me, but they still came up and bit my hand – it was semi-playful though. It reminds me of when I’ve played with dogs – they don’t bite all the way when they are playing. I waved my hand to get them to let go.
I remember going to a workplace on a day off and sitting in the back of the office space at someone else’s computer. I dropped poorly folded up papers and picked them up. A couple of workers to my right took a break and got goofy and had some fun doing something. The guy to my left got mad because it wasn’t professional and I said that everyone should have breaks once in a while and being goofy and creative helps the organization. I mentioned I worked for “the county” and the federal government – which, in waking life, I have had (clerk-like jobs) – and that my dad worked for “the city.” In the dream, I worked for “the state,” but didn’t mean Ohio or like, an actual state, but like a government-state.
Later, I remember helping some slightly overweight lady with short hair do something we weren’t supposed to do. Another girl my age was there as well. It was night, we were on a roof and we were wearing gray jumpsuits – like something a painter would wear, but it was cinched in the middle. The lady showed us two gas flames – we found out that there was enough energy to go around, but it was being throttled for the general public and mainstream media has been told to report that it was running out when the rich and powerful people could access as much energy as they want.
Later, we were in a parking area and security pulled up. The lady went up and acted as a distraction and got arrested. While she was distracting them, the other girl and I snuck over to a door – paint was rubbed off of the edges and the door knob was a brass handle (think Speedway restroom).
I thought it would be locked, but it wasn’t. However, it opened and there was another door right behind it. I opened that one and we climbed into a small area and opened ANOTHER door. I thought there HAD to be security cameras and security would be waiting for us in the main area. We went through the door into a slightly bigger area. The next door led to the hallway filled with high school students. I thought looking back as I went through the door would look suspicious, so I just started walking as if I knew where I was going and left the girl to fend for herself.
I walked by the cafeteria in this high school and there was a table set outside the doors where some people were handing a line of students what looked like yellow and indigo-colored gummy bears.
I later found a classroom where there were students, but the teacher wasn’t there, yet. The gummy bears were part of a pharmaceutical trial before this gummy program went national. I was a worker on the project and knew people would probably die if they had too much of the drug. One of the students found that some students would sell their gummy because they didn’t want to take it or needed the money and others would spend money to buy extras because they had a slight euphoric side effect and were sweet, so the taste was addicting. The student was just being good at a business – he didn’t care if people got hurt and never thought they’d give something dangerous to high school students. One student, who I found was in the control group was worried. I told them students would start dying Tuesday.
The gummies were supposed to make the students more susceptible to suggestion.