I remember a short dream that had two parts: The first was a scene where I impulsively spent $5,000 on office space that I had never seen. It was supposedly located in a highrise building with windows in all the offices. The space was going to be small, but I decided to have one for whatever business I started in the dream. I remember being parked in the fifth or sixth level of a parking garage looking at the highrise. It was a really beautiful city – like Columbus or Washington with awesome architecture as well as parks and trees and it was very clean.
The second scene took place in some sort of waiting room. The ceiling was a weird flowing white sheet with “ripples” that reminded me of vertical blinds. Otherwise, it was a normal waiting room with gray carpeting and modern office chairs.
Two of the people were played by actors from Flashforward. The guy sat to my left and the girl was seated almost in the farthest seat she could find. There was a person to his left and a guy to the left of the girl that I included in the conversation. The guy and girl were separated and planned on getting a divorce. The guy was an FBI agent and was a workaholic and the girl was a legal consultant. They were splitting up because they never had time for each other and the girl was suspicious of the guy, thinking he must be cheating on her.
I remember explaining that the guy is just always working – “not working with air quotes” (I said while doing air quotes) – but actually working and he wouldn’t have time to have an affair.
I woke up with this church song in my head. My alarm went off – one that was set to snooze for 5 min. instead of the normal 20 min. I snoozed it and fell back to sleep. The song turned into children and their parents singing a Capella over scenes from a movie where a small town is destroyed by Biblical events like a flood and plagues. The scene I remember most was a school bus that was painted a pale peach color and turned into a “church bus” trying to get through deep water with families (mostly children) inside.
Slept for 12 hours after a week of not having enough sleep and too many nightmares.
I remember a scene where I was sitting at a long table in a cafeteria and the guy next to me nudged my elbow with a pencil. He was a guy that the guy I was seeing didn’t like and thought was dangerous and on the evil side. I wasn’t supposed to be talking to him – not just because my boyfriend didn’t trust him, but because we were working undercover for something and weren’t supposed to show we knew each other.
Eventually, the guy on my right tore off a piece of a magazine (a piece with a forwarding part that appears when you change your address) and wrote on it that my boyfriend shouldn’t be trusted because he could kill three people in one shot. He was a sniper, but I trusted both guys equally – I didn’t care if they had jobs that weren’t necessarily “good” or “safe” as long as I wasn’t a target. They both believed they were doing “good” through “not-so-good” deeds anyway.
I thought about that when I read his note. I crumbled up the paper and grabbed a notepad and a pencil and started writing, “you…” and messed up the “u” and frustratingly pushed something out of my way to write. I thought, “This is supposed to be short, why write out the word instead of just ‘u?'” I fixed the “u” and finished the sentence: “…guys would get along.”
I remember going on a family vacation with my parents – I finally got them to go to Washington, D.C.!
I woke up in the passenger seat of a car driven by my dad and my mom was sleeping in the back. I realized we passed this large mansion on the top of the hill with these large tall windows for the second time. I remember calling it “The White House, but Not THE White House.” I laughed and found out my dad got lost and we were in Virginia.
This turned into us being IN the house as part of a dream game. I remembered being there before and that the house was a maze. My dad apologized for getting lost and I said, “Don’t worry about it, I want to try to get us out of here using my memory of the first time I was here.” I had my mom sit comfortably somewhere because I remembered the insane amount of walking I did when I tried to find my way out the first time.
I remember pointing out a spot in one of the rooms explaining to my dad that a large brown chest was between two couches the first time I was there. I remember the open doorways with the rounded corners going into the area where the windows overlooked the hill. I remember REALLY liking that room when I was there the first time, which I remembered was some fancy schmancy political fundraiser and I remember having a conversation with a nice white-haired lady who held a glass of red wine, but she never drank it. I don’t know if I ever wrote down this dream.
The maze-like rooms had a grayish-white color with burgundy highlights.
This turned into something else with glass doors that closed to block people out. This happened twice as a plant and I got frustrated later when they mentioned it AGAIN right before my mom got locked out of the area we were in. I thought, “I saw that coming – they should have mentioned it ONCE earlier so the threat was in the back of the mind to increase tension, not keep telling us.”