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, 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.