What I remember:
My neighbors were loud until I took down the power for all three apartments. I got 30 min. of sleep and remember some dream about working somewhere and ending up in a hallway looking at what looked like a mix between a Chihuly sculpture and white wires. I remember thinking, “Wait, this is a new job, shouldn’t there be training?” Then, I realized I was skipping some training classes and started to panic.
The biggest part of this dream I still remember is sitting in a row of folding chairs next to some guy. I was trying to gossip or something and tell the guy’s father across the aisle something about another person sitting in front of us. I motioned for him to sit closer, but he wouldn’t. I whispered to him, “I’m not going to whisper-yell to you!”
I thought “Whispering Yells” (or something like that) would make a neat blog name, so I took a pen and wrote it on my right hand. This made a bunch of writing appear on my arm. I instinctively stood up and went to a back door area (there was sunlight coming in) and spoke with someone about what the writing said. It was as if “whispering yells” was a password and it triggered information to appear. I don’t remember what the information was, but I remember being able to read it.
I remember being in my parents’ house (pre-2004 remodel) and I looked out the window and saw a couple of pitch black tornadoes. There were two others in the house – two guys around my age. I kinda got a stranger or maybe new co-worker vibe from them so they weren’t dangerous or good or anything in particular, just … there, like someone on the street would be.
I told them we are going into the basement and went. I thought maybe I should wait for a tornado warning or look again, but I then decided to act instead of doubting my decision. When I told them to come with me to the basement, it was a “protector” response – I’ll do my own thing, but if I can save people simply by directing them to a safe location, why not?
Once we got to the basement, I walked around exploring. I realized I had dreamed about the same location before – it was an unfinished basement with wood panels and a work table. It was way bigger than the basement from waking life. I remember talking to one of the guys, but I no longer remember what we talked about.
Haha weird one I’ll censor for this blog. However, I vaguely remember a possession by an entity (think Aiden from Beyond: Two Souls) and there was some agent that was telling me that it was necessary for some reason. However, the damn entity would possess me, have me do shit, and then leave at the most awkward times. 😛
This was soon after the last dream and seemed to be part of it. I was part of some program or job and in training or something. I was given small living quarters that was one room with a bed right outside of a shower.
I remember looking up at the light and one time, the ceiling had wires and pipes exposed and the second time, it was an average finished ceiling. However, someone used a dirty shower puff as a decorative light fixture. I made some bad joke about using washcloths to the agent (a different one from the last dream).
I remember thinking it was small, but I was lucky to have my own space. The agent said it was only temporary, but hopefully not too uncomfortable. She had a clipboard. She left the room and I laid down on the bed.
The door opened and shut, letting an adorable cat in. I had a brown plastic bag (from Kroger?) in my hand for some reason. I reached down to pet the cat and it playfully attacked my hand. It peeped up over the rim of the bed and jumped up and rubbed its head against mine. It laid down in front of my face.
I laughed and sat up. I grabbed a nearby photo album – a large, brown binder kind. I flipped through it and the cat sniffed part of it, so I turned to it. I was bored, so I pet the cat and talked to it. I pointed out pictures and explained what was in them.
The photos were 4 x 6 in. cheap prints from a CVS or Walmart and the people in them where high school aged and wearing late 90s clothing. The shots were not framed well, so I think they might have been from one-time-use cameras.
The ones I pointed out was of a marching band, explaining “That’s the flute section” and “That’s the clarinet section.”
There was one of a group of students beside a sign that was partially out of the frame. I explained that it was “Hamilton Township.”
I remember flipping backward through the album and seeing photos of the person who owned the album (I wondered if the plot had me be this person or something). The photos were of her in the ’90s at a high school dances and a prom. She had really curly blond hair and a longer face than I.