Daylight Savings Time + Stress + 2 hours of sleep so I can work the election = Sleep attacks and 10 hours of sleep and dreaming…
It’s weird to feel like I’ve been SUPER busy because the dreams seemed to take place over a week or two, but nah, I literally just slept 10 hours.
I remember weird “game” scenes – one was in a parking lot near a residential highrise in a coastal area. I remember seeing a logo or some graphic from a game on a wooden fence. I got out my phone to take a photo and the graphic was recognized by an augmented reality app. I thought it was cool because it was an interactive scavenger hunt type game.
There was a scene in the game that required problem-solving in rooms with spikes.
The last scene I remember was being at a sporting event on a date with Charlie*. I was on the seat near the steps and people were leaving. On the way, a friend, Gary*, grabbed my backpack to take it with him for some reason. There wasn’t anything valuable in it, but Charlie grabbed it and just simply kept ahold of it. He was stronger than Gary, so Gary wouldn’t have been able to take it without ripping it. I thought it was hot how Charlie didn’t have to get angry or aggressive to “protect” my backpack. He showed strength in a simple way. Supposedly, the backpack was an important part of the gameplay, so he was helping me win the game. Thanks, Charlie. 😉
* Names were changed.
After playing and watching others play Life is Strange and watching an episode of Quantico a couple of days ago, it combined into a dream with a combo of the two.
I remember being in a classroom and we had to take information and use it to come up with a theory about some crime or, at least, an idea where to look next. I enjoy this kind of thing, but I was frustrated because the self-appointed leader of the group ignored ideas from me and another member of the group about how to do this task quickly and efficiently.
My plan was to have the photos of the involved people laid out on the chalkboard and the evidence related to them placed around them with lines so we can quickly see patterns and remove “noise.” The other person’s idea was similar. Instead, the leader wanted us to put up photos of each suspect/person-of-interest and comment on them one by one. It was going to take forever and we were going to miss something.
Eventually, this turned into people copying information from reports onto the chalkboard and running out of room. I just grabbed who I thought was the most important suspect and found some scotch tape and went to show my idea and why it would help. However, the report copiers wouldn’t allow me to use the board because they needed it to write the reports on the board.
I felt like we weren’t doing our job and the leader only made us do these things to APPEAR to be working instead of solving the crime and closing the investigation.
I started doing my idea on a table and started matching the evidence and related documents.
I’m half asleep, so this will not be very detailed. I might return and put more details later.
I remember telling a class of students, “I’m not the teacher, I’m only the facilitator.” Apparently, two students were out and didn’t complete their homework because they were about to have babies.
Later, I was on some moving platform and I took out my phone to email the students to look at the syllabus regarding excused absences/late work. I put the phone away and knew I was on some sort of time travel machine. There was a pool of still green liquid with glittery sparkles next to me.
The platform moved to an edge and turned around. It was like a roller coaster – it went to that edge to have enough room to accelerate. It accelerated straight at a solid metal door. I thought, “What’s the good at holding my arm up and closing my eyes?” So I looked at the door as I went toward it.
Just as I reached it, the door flipped open, revealing a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. The platform accelerated even faster.
At the end, I was disappointed. The ride ended under some raised highway and I was greeted by some person in a lizard costume and another amusement park employee.
I really wanted to time travel.
Maybe I did travel…to the future!
I remember checking out an athletic gym on opening day. This one had a twist – it used a smaller space by manipulating gravity. It was cool and I kept thinking I needed to post a photo to Instagram about how you can exercise upside-down. I kept worrying, though, that I’d fall to the ceiling.
I possibly have a cold or allergy causing sleep disorder symptoms again.
This is the first sleep paralysis episode I’ve had in a while.
I remember being in my room, but instead of me being an adult and my room being in my apartment, I was young and living with my parents. Light was coming through my window from a full moon or a streetlight and I heard a female struggling – between a grunt and being out of breath.
I thought it was an intruder trying to come through the window. Then, I thought, why would an intruder choose a second-floor window? I couldn’t move to investigate the noise or grab a weapon. I yelled for my mom – mostly to nicely tell the intruder there are multiple people in the house, so they should choose a different one. My mom yelled (I heard her through the closed door) and basically told me to go to sleep. I guess earlier in the dream, I’d call her in for stupid stuff.
This intruder kept coming. I saw a shadow of a small female coming down from the roof. I questioned, why would someone go through the trouble to sneak in by starting on the roof of a three-story house?
Then, I woke up.
I realized the “struggling” breathing noises was me as I was going through stress. It wasn’t closed breathing as much as if I were just running and I was trying to breathe through my nose to catch my breath.