Woke up with this song in my head – it was connected to a dream somehow.
“Gah. Got stuck in a semi-lucid dream false awakening loop where the plot was that I was a guide in the anesthetic-induced dream for some guy named Sal or Saul Weinstein or Feinstein from the past while he was in surgery. I would explain to him what the weird sounds were and the sound track was from me. Later, some lady talked said a rhyme about how Kennedy wasn’t elected by one person, that it took many. The hours-long scene ended, and the dream started turning black. I started freaking out because I didn’t know how to wake up. I tried and ended up in front of a house in the late 80s /early 90s and the kids there couldn’t understand why I was frustrated. I tried to wake again and it didn’t seem to change much and I went into this whole spiel about how the place was a poor place and because if that, I have no idea what decade I was in because it made sense that this community would have old cars and no cell phones. I kept saying I was from the 2020s and later corrected that. I wondered if I was dead and was about to accept my fate (being stuck in a lucid dream and traveled through time, getting stuck in the past) when I woke up. Only a half hour had really passed.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
One of the many dreams I had last night was this one:
I remember being in a shelter house with Charlie* and a crowd of people. We were given some kind of welcome or intro and released.
Charlie was having some kind of treatment for a medical problem, and the side effects were weird. He excused himself because of it and told me to go ahead without him. I was disappointed because we planned to do this together, but in the end, it was OK because I like independent guys and can enjoy doing things alone.
He left, and I got in a conversation with an old lady. She said that she was going to blow up the place, and I’d know when because her husband would be on his cell phone. I couldn’t convince her not to blow up the place, which she continued to refer to as “a game,” so I went into the small fair we were at to hunt down her husband. I thought his cell phone was either a detonator or she was waiting for a message from him.
I found him looking at an old flip-phone and tried to convince him not to go through with this, to not kill people. He said they weren’t people, they were polygons in the shapes of people. He was helping to end this because he was “tired of this game.”
The couple started bringing people back into the closed shelter. I was worried Charlie was in there and went in to pull him out to safety. He wasn’t in there, so I left while telling people to not go in.
Charlie was on his way to the shelter house holding souvenirs he won in skill-based games. I was happy that the side effects of his treatment ended up saving his life.
* Name has been changed.
I remember going to the first day of a class. The tables were rounded wooden rectangles with a medium brown faux wood pattern. I sat next to my cousin and I remember there was a cute guy at another table. We smiled at each other and I planned to welcome him over to my table or go over to his. My cousin and I sat in the center so we could see the projection screen.
There was a part where the teacher just didn’t teach. There was an ice cream truck at one area of the room and my cousin got me a Blizzard-like cup of ice cream with pieces of chocolate and banana. She got an actual chocolate banana and made sex jokes about the way it looked. It was funny.
Note: The chocolate banana was probably from my boss getting embarrassed over the appearance of the chocolate bananas sold at an ice cream truck near my office.
I remember learning archery and tried both arms as my bow arm. I did better with my right as a bow arm because I’m left-eye dominant. With both arms, I’d miss the target by about an inch to the left and half an inch too low. Just as I was about to take another shot, some guy came in with younger people and they were planning to spread out and do activities. I took my last shot before they started getting in my way. I aimed in the opposite direction I kept missing and got a bull’s eye! No one saw it, though.