One of the many dreams I had last night started with me around a group of high schoolers and teachers in a mountainous area. I remember leaning up against a stone wall and took a photo of what was beyond it with my phone. The photo was of mountains and I complained saying that it wasn’t Ohio (where I live in waking life) or Virginia (where we supposedly were in the dream). We were outside of some bunker, which was called a high school.
Someone saw there was a snow storm (like a sand storm, but with snow) coming and told everyone to hold hands with someone so it will be easier to navigate in the dark inside. The heavy metal mechanical door opened and we all ran at it. I hesitated and was grabbed by someone. The last guy followed and made it so that he could tell I was there and to grab on if he wanted. He did and we went through dimly-lit corridors.
I walked around and discovered what looked like straight corridors with the one leading to the door in the center and there were elevators on the ends. I thought about taking the elevator up to explore some more, but I didn’t know how safe it would be with the snow storm coming.
Later, I was frustrated with the chaos and almost stepped up to help organize everything (starting with a head count and names) when a group of teachers started working on a plan. I was about to join them, but I realized my character in the dream was a high school student with no authority.
Part of this “school” dealt with a religion I didn’t recognize, but it involved a frog and some white animal – a rabbit or a swan? and someone felt bad about the main girl in the religious story, who I pictured as Alice in Alice in Wonderland.
I remember later wanting to leave, but I was trapped.
Random other parts:
I remember watching a funny YouTube video with the host of Beyond Science making a rant about the demands YouTubers face when trying to make content.
Later, it shows that the “demands” are from family members wanting them to succeed. There was a scene of the guy’s father saying these “demands” and pausing to read a paper with the script on it. It ends with him smiling and a fake “do it now” look.
It was funny and cute.
I can’t remember most of it now, but I had a long lucid dream last night. I only knew it was a dream because of “inconsistencies” like a desk existing in my office where my bookshelf is and running in my home shoes on ice without slipping.
I remember a short scene where I was walking upstairs in a townhouse apartment thinking in a slightly depressed manner that the bedroom I was going to was going to be my bedroom for the next few years and how weird it will be because I’ll never be in the bedroom (barracks actually, I think) that I had been in for almost a decade. It was a dual feeling of not liking change and being OK with it. I was not the owner of the apartment. It felt as if I were moving back in with parents. I remember a box of belongings on the couch.
I woke up disoriented and thought how weird it was that, for that moment, I was someone completely different with a different back story and anxieties and outlook on life. Dreams like those don’t happen often, but geez, it’s so weird when they do.
I don’t remember the whole thing, just that it was the end of the world and I was in a small “colony” of sorts holed up near a river/aqueduct that I associated with California.
I remember being angry at one point. It was when we were growing low on food and the military (and ex-military) members who decided to become THE leaders decided to make a team go out and search for food, water, and other resources. I felt they had made a clique of muscular men all with similar skills and views to be the “survivors” and viewed everyone else as people who could be sacrificed when the food starts to run out. They claimed they were looking for food for everyone, but I didn’t believe them.
What made me angry was the poor leadership decisions. In waking life, I believe in becoming anarchist if the world ever went to shit and everyone would be a “leader” of some sort. Everyone has value and a diverse, cross-trained team would be better than the homogenous group they formed. I kept saying that some others (an old man, a middle-aged woman, a teenager, etc.) and I should be able to help. The military men can be the front “strength” view that other survivors would see so we’d avoid easy attacks, but without diversity, there wouldn’t be any diplomacy. I told them they should have some translators (being California, I assumed we’d run into Spanish-speaking people and none of them knew anything more than English and few words in Arabic/Farsi from their time overseas). I said on top of languages, I have a knack for navigation, exploring, taking inventory, and noticing details others overlook. They laughed and treated me like a child.
I remember being some “evil” spirit in the shape of an orange cube-shaped stone that floated and talked to young people. I vaguely remember having poisonous spiders fall on and line up on the spine of some girl and I was going to have them bite her all at once to paralyze her.
We got to some place called “Fire Lane” where there was a positive presence despite many buildings damaged by freak fires and the spiders fell off.
“These time travel projects I’m working on are affecting my dreams. Last night, I dreamed that we figured out a way to travel in time, but only into someone’s consciousness and control their bodies (like Source Code). However, the main character kept traveling back to ineffective characters like a child on the Titanic. Later, she was a woman on the Titanic and the guys wouldn’t listen to her. I call this “gravity” in my writing where the largest events in the past aren’t changeable. Then, the story turned into a group of four “time keepers” going after the protagonist using the same method, but it was awkward because they’d have to figure out what person was the traveler based on vague descriptions (like “female child”) to stop her and they were in bodies of random real-life people.”
– Hope Moore on Facebook