I think elements in the dream were supposed to make me realize it was a dream, but it didn’t work.
There was a green (a shade of dream green) lizard, an iguana, but I kept calling it a salamander.
It kept growing to a large size and even “swam” through the air, but I didn’t realize it was a dream I kept picturing a garden to let it go in.
I remember being in auditorium-like seating and staring at some lady who looked like an actress.
She confronted me later and I explained she looked like an actress (I couldn’t remember the name). She invited me out – it was awkward because it felt like she was asking me out on a romantic date, but I’m not gay, so it was just a little weird.
I ended up not following her and going in a different direction in a city.
I remember running into Charlie* in this dream. He took a lighter and burnt part of the back driver’s side door. I got mad, telling him it was a leased car.
I tried moving his hand and lighter away from my car and it went close to his face, lighting the edges of his eyebrows on fire.
It was like a way to remember the dream – for both of us. (I’m so putting this idea in a dream tech story.)
Later, Hillary* from high school got into a post-apocalyptic version of a COTA bus. I got in a passenger seat, thinking Charlie would stand in the stairwell. He didn’t get in.
Later, I was in the stairwell. We went by what Hillary called “gates.” I called them exits. They were half-built interstate highways going over a large river. There were exposed elevators.
We somehow drove through one “gate” and I was worried the bus was too long to get through an elevator cleanly. I was right, it got stuck. We still got down, though.
* Names have been changed.
The beginning dreams have less detail, now, but I remember playing someone else’s “dream games” (dream versions of video games). My complaint was how there wasn’t a huge difference in gameplay between them. They all had those “chest-high walls” (as Markiplier made a comment with The Last of Us) and I said each game was broken into three parts.
The first part was the part where you learn the skills and limitations of the enemy. Through trial and error and multiple deaths, you test if you can outrun the enemy, how the weapons work, whether the enemy can sense you when you’re crouched behind a barrier, do they sneak up on you or do they run at you aggressively. The second and third parts increased tension, but they were easier to get through because of earlier knowledge.
These were right before I woke up and took more thinking and strategy, so they had more detail and are easier to remember.
I remember the scenario involved three post-war (it basically removed the federal and state governments) factions. I thought the fact they fought each other was stupid because they all agreed on 60 percent or more about how to rebuild society. One faction was primarily black, which was only important because I played a version of myself (a white female).
I didn’t really align with one faction. I spent time sneaking around freeing captured people and delivering secret messages between groups.
The scene I remember was being in a large building with white walls and doors and had staircases. It reminded me of a statehouse or some other place that was previously built for government work. I sneaked into a set of double doors where one was partly open. There were two captured guys in camo uniforms sitting in old chairs with their hands bound behind their backs and gagged with a cloth tied around their heads.
I thought untying them and leading them through the hallway would be hard to evade detection, but the other set of doors going outside was locked from the other side and I couldn’t see who was outside. I left and snuck to a set of doors that went outside across from a staircase. I don’t know where I got these items, but I put on gloves and a motorcycle helmet to conceal the fact I was white (the “black” team were loading supplies outside, but I don’t know if they were the ones in control within the building). I put the helmet on as I walked out because I thought it would be suspicious to already have a helmet on leaving the building.
I left and went to an area I thought had a motorcycle, but ended up having occupied golf carts. I went to unlock the doors to the prisoner room, but when I opened the doors, the prisoners were gone and the double doors were opened differently than I left them.
The last thing I remember was going up a flight of stairs crouched down and seeing flashes behind the doors of another room. I thought it was someone watching something on a TV (it was loud and playing some ad). I remember the floor was polished marble and I was frustrated because of the lack of “chest-high walls.”
The second “anti-war” dream was a simple one where I was in a house (with a carport) with a cat and I looked outside and a snow storm was starting. There was already 1-2 inches and visibility was low. I saw two cats far apart from each other freezing and looking at me.
I opened my door and the closest one came in and I motioned to the second one like, “Yeah, you, too!” and it came. Once the second cat came over, the first hissed and hit it at the door. I said, “Hey! I’m saving you BOTH from freezing and starving to death. Why are you fighting????”
I remember scenes from a dream where I was dating a character similar to Charlie* and, for the most part, enjoyed the relationship. However, a character, Axel*, liked me and thought he was a better match for me.
I explained I was in a relationship anytime he made an effort to start one with me and he brought up some of the few things that didn’t mesh well with my boyfriend in the dream. For one, he was often controlling and, at times, said sexist things. He even made a comment about me doing something with creating something mechanical about girls not being able to do stuff like that normally. In waking life, I’m outspoken against ideas like that. We didn’t agree on some things, but I felt the character was trying to fight against his natural tendencies for these negative habits and ideologies. I thought that was nice of him to try.
Later, Axel actually pinned me down on the ground – in a non-violent, playful way. In the dream, I did have feelings for him, but I wasn’t about to ruin my long-term relationship with someone I didn’t feel like I was just settling for and someone I actually loved for a risky change to be with some other guy I had feelings for, but unsure would last. I questioned if he would still have the same feelings if I were dating him and not someone else.
He seriously believed we were meant to be together. He pointed out that, with him, I could be myself more often – that he wouldn’t try to control me as long as I continued to not control him. I saw the irony in this promise of freedom while he held me down, but so did he and I think that’s what convinced me he was right.
* Names were changed.
I slept nine hours last night, so I have forgotten most of my dreams, but here is what I remember:
I remember sitting up in bed and it was dark, so I turned my lamp on. The lamp only had a small area of light on the desk. I turned it on again and it only changed the position of the light.
This frustrated me because I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with my lamp. I thought it might be unplugged, but there was some light. I questioned how the light bulb would cast light into one spot. I then realized I was probably dreaming.
I thought, if I’m dreaming I can take a non-existent flashlight and light up the area in front of me. I grabbed a flashlight on my right and was able to turn it on, but it wasn’t that light.
I forced myself awake because I didn’t want to continue a false awakening when it would probably turn into a false awakening loop (FAL).
I remember volunteering at an outdoor movie event where the movie Boogie Nights was going to be played on a large screen. I’ve never seen the movie, but it was mentioned in a YouTube video I watched two days ago.
I remember having a volunteer T-shirt and others in our group were worried and rushed to leave because some opposing group was on their way and they feared some sort of “showdown.” I wasn’t worried and thought I could talk my way out of it. I assumed the opposing group was like us, just with different views. I thought we could find a compromise.
On the way out, I remember washing my hands and it was like a funny action in a video game. I told the others I needed to wash my hands and put water on them. I said I won’t even put soap on my hands like I normally do so we can leave. And, like if I accidentally hit the wrong button in a video game, I put soap on my hands. I almost laughed and said, “OK, maybe I will put soap on my hands.” I forgot the “buttons” to turn off the water so I remember it getting super sudsy and laughing about it. My shirt got wet from the weird scene.
On the way out of the area, we found an area where some shop had 3D printers running during closing hours so the items would be completed by the time the owners returned.
I don’t remember anything else.
I can’t remember the plot of the dream, but I remember scenes: