I drank too much caffeine before bed and my sleep cycles were out of order again.
It was the first recurring dream I’ve had in a long while and I only remember a snapshot of it. I haven’t put the original online Here is the dream, yet, but it was the dream I had in July that inspired a story that tied a lot of ideas from dreams together mixed in with a hacker/anti-government corruption theme many of my stories have. The scene was of the guy in the women’s restroom who was on the run from “agents.” He was surprised I could see him and in the first dream, he gave me a message that I forgot by the time I woke up. He gave me a message in this one, too, I think, but I only remember the scene and thinking, “WOAH. This is happening again?”
I remember trying to remember this one, but….I don’t. I know it’s in my brain somewhere and I will randomly remember it when I’m writing something similar.
WAIT! I remember dates – 11/12/17 and maybe 11/13/17? I remember thinking, “That’s in the past.”
This one seemed long. I was working as part of the management team in a hotel/office building. It was a concrete highrise and the design of the building was very blocky and cube-like and the sides of the “cubes” were large windows. I remember seeing the ceiling-mounted fluorescent lights through them.
One guy came in wanting a room, but for some reason uncontrollably peed everywhere. I backed away and used my clipboard to block it, telling him he could aim away from people. I thought he was rude for not doing so and decided to put him on the hotel’s blacklist. I think this was one of those things to make me realize it was a dream, but of course, I just thought it was a weird thing happening in waking life.
There was a small scene about air filters for the furnace. (In waking life, I just replaced my air filter.)
I remember a couple coming down to the lobby. The guy was older and Austrailian and his wife was 10-20 years younger than him. She was blond and they both were nice people. They said there was a fire in their room. I kept asking for their room number and I kept forgetting it and mixing up the numbers – it was like 4188 or 488 or something. The guy gave me a card or maybe it was on something we had on file for him, but I remember trying to remember his name that was printed on the card. It was in the form of an email address or something and looked like “steven.l.carey.au@ … au” I can’t remember it now. Note: I have no idea where that name came from.
I was going to go up and hopefully see the fire had gone out or to put it out myself when a coworker started telling people to evacuate the building. I asked why and if the fire had spread. Then, the fire appeared by the couple and they ran out with other tenants. I grabbed my keys and a coworkers’ keys and some other stuff near me. A coworker grabbed computer equipment.
We went outside and I said repeatedly, “Has anyone called 9-1-1???” I would have but my hands were full. The coworker behind me moved the computer parts in her arms to get out her cell phone. I said, “Have someone else do it, your arms are full.” Then, I heard alarms and said, “Finally!” The coworker said, “Yeah, that was me.”
I remember navigating through a flooded parking lot/yard with stone barriers and planned to look back at the building, but I woke up before I could.
I remember being in a “dream game” environment and there were blue lockers everywhere, even on central pillars. I had a heavy black backpack somehow hung on my locker. A female character told me to run because something bad was coming. I wanted to see what this bad thing was and defeat it. I knew I didn’t have time to grab my stuff, so I just hid behind a pillar and watched a moving, changing space/object enter the room. It was crawling on the floor and I didn’t know how to defeat it or if it could hear my heartbeat or smell me. I tried to stealth it by staying on the opposite side of the pillar as it moved around. I don’t remember if I had a weapon, but the scary thing turned into a VERY large, but adorable bulldog. I thought it was clever because it’s cute AND can kill you and I’d feel bad about even attempting to hurt a dog. It was sniffing out my location, though.
This “game” ran a few times and I remember remaking it to have either a wooden or metal bat randomly appear in any of the lockers.
I was telling someone about my 3D interface idea for my final project and they said something similar had been done with a wall mounted shelf and the user would take objects and put them in the shelf to run a specific program. I was like, “I stealing this idea!”
Later, I woke up and realized that was from my own mind. I went back to sleep trying to think how I could use it in waking life. I thought of something in Dream 4.
I remember being in a mall similar to the one on E. State Street. The floor had square brown tiles and the storefronts were openings to “dream games” or environments. I would love to use this in waking life as ways people could go from a landing page to other programs. Second Life used signs and boxes as portals, this dream had a seamless entry into the environments.
I kinda wanted to go to the Cincinnati Zoo for some reason, but the opening went down a half-mile path under a highway just to get to the zoo. I was thirsty and needed water and thought it was a lot of needless walking, especially without water. I do remember a food truck that was selling flavored ice off to the left of the tunnel entrance that reminded me of the one that was outside the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum back in July.
I took the tunnel and ended up in what looked like a Goodwill store. I was confused because I was trying to get to the zoo. I looked around and there was a kiosk of small novelty pamphlets. One had an image of my dad. I laughed and picked it up and looked through it thinking my dad did some random side project. I looked back and the image changed to someone similar looking, but not my dad. That should have been a sign I was dreaming since I even had a conversation around 3 weeks ago in waking life where Owen told me to look at text or a clock or image, look away, then look back and if it changed, I was probably dreaming. But, of course, I just chalked it up to being wrong in the first place.
I somehow ended up in a “social room” where they are like group chats/rooms in that old Palace program from the late 1990s/early 2000s. The people there were hippies all gathering to write songs about the sun or something and their room reminded me of the 60s/70s – way too much corduroy and saffron-colored things. My Intro to VR teacher was part of the group and was the only one who recognized me.
I randomly yelled out, “BOOKSTORE!!!!!” at him and the others. I had just come up with the idea I’d use the wall-mounted shelving idea where people could place books in the shelf and use augmented reality to access the book trailer, more information, etc. and featured books could be in the shelves on a wall.
Part of a very vivid dream involved me kitting something with fraying red yarn. I remember thinking, “I don’t know how to knit,” and I came close to ripping the thread. The strange part was the feeling of being able to rip the thread if I wanted to, but decided not to.
I remember losing a tooth and looking at it curious about the roots. I realized that was a common dream theme, so I did a reality check – I made a red shirt that was hanging on the handle of a vacuum cleaner in the bedroom in my dream turn green. I was like, YES I’m dreaming. I then woke up in another dream, not realizing I was still dreaming and getting mad I didn’t try these random “tasks” I wanted to do in my next lucid dream.