I remember putting candles away in a box during the first day of some session of classes of some sort.
I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to turn around, knowing I’d have to interact with certain people, so I kept putting candles away. I looked over and Charlie* (he looks like the person in waking life the character is based on) was part of a group holding up a banner and having their photo taken.
Later, I remember sitting in a back row of a classroom about one column over from Charlie, who was asking the teacher some legit intelligent questions. He seemed frustrated that no one could give him a clear answer. I thought it was cool how intelligent he was/is.
There were other scenes, but I forget them now.
* Name has been changed
Scenes I remember:
Running with others in a field at sunset. I remember thinking how cool the trees looked against the light.
Some other girl and I stopped in the tall grass to complete some puzzle with stones with words like “World,” “Weird,” “Things,” etc. We failed to figure it out in time and had to choose an option to continue a story. This part reminded me of Until Dawn.
Later, I remember working in an office with an open design – for a newspaper, maybe? but in a college building?
I was coding a website for the organization. I got up for some reason and this coworker stole my chair and started using my computer. He had done this before in the dream and he told me to go home. I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes until 5 p.m.
I remember going to a part of the building and someone hit a switch and I heard “Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!” I knew from before that it was the beginning of the school’s theater department that would do a “preview” of their upcoming seasonal show. “Turn off the lights” meant there was a part that used ultraviolet light.
I turned off the main lights and enjoyed a neat live preview of their musical.
Later, I remember looking out over a field/beach with a body of water far away. There were storm clouds and I remember thinking, “There’s always a storm coming.” The clouds grew, but out of nowhere, there was a large tsunami that filled the field/beach.
This dream was inspired by the short film Jiminy.
In waking life, scientists were able to hook up wires/chip to a mouse and control its actions.
In my dream, a law was passed to where everyone had one of these chips put in their brain stem.
People could opt out – it’s America, after all – but were required to get them if they wanted to get a government-issued ID, driver’s license, passport, etc. and criminals were given them no matter what and homeless people had to get them for any assistance.
Most people opted in for “safety” reasons. Criminals could be programmed to drop weapons, made to not want to commit crimes, and depressed people could be programmed to not have suicidal thoughts or at least not physically be able to kill themselves.
It was also to help with addictions that lead to crimes.
So, one night, someone hacked the system and basically made everyone hooked into it kill themselves and others. They’d kill others out of fear because the program made them think their lives were in danger.
There was even a scene where a whole apartment complex were made to want to go swimming at the same time and never surface for air.
I played the main character and never understood why, but the chip I reluctantly received had little to no effect.
I spent the dream running and hiding from the crazy people finding those who weren’t affected either and helping them.
I woke up pissed because I don’t like nightmares, especially ones with a premise and no plot or solution.
Luckily, I fell back to sleep.
I remember a scene where I spoke to someone through a fence and was able to convince them that something was wrong. I told them to ignore their impulses and think things through – did they feel this way the day before? why did they feel this way now?
It made the person focus on metacognition and it seemed to turn off or lower the volume of the chip.
I found out that was why many of us weren’t affected – we were the type to question WHY we thought the way we do and made decisions more on logic instead of impulse.
The last thing I remember was a rising crane shot of a dark city street.
I was about to speak over a loud speaker to get people to think about their thoughts in an effort to turn off the chip.
Then, I woke up.
I tried to start a lucid dream to have stuff to put into a dream story and I imagined my character asking Axel* to tell me a joke I would haven’t had heard so I could post it on Facebook to prove the shared dreaming (a part of the story).
Axel’s character changed into Charlie* dressed in full combat military gear getting annoyed at the task. He made a joke similar to this (I can’t remember the exact wording):
What sound does a terrorist not hear?
My brain is weird, I tell you.
* Names have been changed.
The last dream I remember was super vivid (the last ones always are). I remember searching an area – in Ukraine maybe? – with some other guy. He was older than me and seemed nice enough. We were dressed like soldiers (I even remember having fingerless gloves and wondered about leaving fingerprints), but we were more like journalists who gained access to an area before the military.
We even joked about how we should gather evidence for the investigators. The numbers in this dream correlated with my SSN so I have changed the numbers in this retelling. I remember someone narrating (maybe me) that the area we were in was bombed and so many “terrorists” fled in a way that paved roads that haven’t been seen in two decades are showing through. I moved the rest with my hand as if it were a scale model.
We entered a damaged building and looked around for information and “clues.” I remember seeing a binder with Ukrainian/Russian words which I interpreted as “Housing Prices in Ukraine 1968 to Present.” The guy wasn’t interested. I was because I was curious about how the war affected the housing prices. Plus, what a perfect place to hide info!
There was another binder that was labeled “SMOOTH” and I said I made that one, so we moved on. He opened a drawer and I said that I had kept a three diaries of drawings I wrote in every day (a lie). We found all three and he kept talking about page 4, but I told him to start where the ribbon bookmark was – more like page 23.
The drawings weren’t in my waking lifestyle. The drawings looked as if it told some kind of Christmas story and the guy said it was full of clues like “two doors” and “seven gifts.” One image had many gifts and I asked if he wanted to count to see if it was a multiple of seven.
Then, my alarm woke me up.
I love this idea of numbers and info being hidden this way! It’s like Inception’s safe idea. I might go back and see if this idea appears in other dreams.
I’ve had vivid dreams for over a week, just too lazy to write them down, but this one was randomly interesting to me.
I remember a scene where I discovered my arm near my wrist had tattoos. The scenario was that my friend Sean and I got drunk and he took me to a friend who did tattoos. I wasn’t THAT mad and thought it was a little funny because they were random and one was bad. The bad one had “princess castles” at the ends of an outlined word. I no longer remember the word, but the castles were upside down.
Later, I remember one of the tattoos were a detailed scene of a McDonald’s with a two-lane drive-thru and I commented on how the yellow lines go with the yellow lines of another tattoo. I said to one of the guys next to me (believing I had blacked out the tattooing process) that I would think I would have remembered the pain. He said to not trust that belief.
By now, I should have realized this was a dream since there is no way all of these scenes would fit on my wrist.
The dream ended with me sitting at a restaurant bar talking to some male friends. One was sharing a large barstool seat with handles with me. I remember scooting back hoping he didn’t mind. He put his hand on my head and started reciting some prayer from a sci-fi fantasy book.
The scene before the party had a short scene of a restaurant lobby. I remember looking at photos of the same lobby from other times we (the group I was with) were there. The bulletin board near the door had autumn leaves during the times we went for Thanksgiving and snowflakes for the times around Christmas.
The actual office party was in a large room with fold-out picnic-style tables. I don’t remember what we were celebrating or what our organization was. There was a scene when the food was low and I passed over a bowl with a handful of cheez-its for a couple of chocolate chip cookies in a jar.
We were out of plates and someone had ripped up a remaining styrofoam plate for us to use pieces of. There were styrofoam “trays” and someone ripped a part of one for me. I said that I’d plan on using a whole tray and share it with a new friend.
In the end, I remember also having a tiny corn thing with sauce on it.
I don’t know what dream it was part of, but I remember walking through an area of a building that was being built. I wanted to explore but felt I didn’t have the time to do so. This was a weird one because I later found out that one of the characters was running through it, at least, a second time and said what other characters said at the same time.