So on Wednesday, I went to COSI’s Dome Lab where my friend was showing off some of his awesome TouchDesigner and interactive art. Before he went up, another group showed TouchDesigner graphics on the dome while using the surround system to make the chairs vibrate. After days of watching and reading about hypnosis (because I’m looking into “hacking the brain” for good), I started to worry about being put in a suggestible state. There is a certain frequency and making your eyes move in a specific way while your body is in a certain position makes you more susceptible to suggestion.
That led me to want to try a project that WOULD actually do this. I would love to use the format to make people more confident and happy and connected to others and less anxious and stressed.
Too bad it made me have this dream and now I’m worried:
I dreamed I made my experiment and showed it off. People liked it enough to share it with others and have me try it elsewhere. They felt more motivated to accomplish their goals. They couldn’t understand where the drive came from, but they didn’t care. In the end, instead of having the confidence to work toward and complete their goals, they started to compulsively and obsessively work toward unobtainable goals to the point of dying or losing parts of their lives. Even I was starving to death trying to fix my project to make sure it didn’t happen to others because I inadvertently hypnotized myself during tests. I was on version 317 by the time I woke up and under 100 pounds.
The dreams I remember were all about trying to stop or catch bad guys.
I remember being with Warren* (I think) chatting in a city on a pedestrian bridge. He was dressed up for some reason and I joked saying he looked as if he were running for office. I looked back to my left to a building with at least two wings and a place where people dropped off people. On about the third or fourth floor, some guy with an “assault” rifle broke out a window. I thought, “Ugh. Asshole. Breaking windows and shit.”
I tried to count the floors and get a location to report to the police. I asked Warren what the name of the place was and he says it was “Civic Center” or something like that. I know of a “Civic Center” on a riverfront and it didn’t look like this building.
The gunman shot at us and a bullet hit the concrete railing we were leaning against – right in between us. He went back inside the building. I remember trying to look over the ledge and to my right to get a better idea of where I was located, but I woke up.
I remember running through a basement hallway. It was a classic old basement of a building with gray glazed floor and walls with dusty fluorescent bar-shaped lights.
I had to push a janitorial cart out of the way that led into another hallway with a storage closet. No one was there and I was relieved. However, I thought, “I must have gotten here earlier this time,” as if I had played this experience before. Warren was in this one, too.
Eventually, a semi-chubby guy came rushing down the hallway, dressed as a delivery guy, holding a taped Amazon box. He headed straight for the supply closet. I stopped him, telling him he’s going to hurt people with the bomb. I asked him why he agreed to it and he said those that made him help pay for his wife’s life-saving medications.
Sometime during this dream, I started to freak out. I remember being close to Warren as if we had worked together for a long time, but when I tried to remember scenes/memories of after catching bad guys, I couldn’t. I expected to be able to remember the “boring” aspects of this hero “game” or life or whatever, thinking that’s where our relationship grew. Since I couldn’t remember, I started to worry they were blocking my memory of those events for some reason and I HATE losing memories and blacking out in dreams.
* Name has been changed.
I remember boarding a plane and was on my way to LA for some reason. We could see what the pilot sees on a screen near the cockpit – I thought that was pretty neat. I had a ticket or something with May 11(?) of 2017 (?). I remember scratching out the year, saying it was wrong.
It was night, but what I remember the most was that the buildings we were supposed to fly over were black with orange wirefames (in real life, that would be a fun thing to project on buildings). It actually felt like a plane taking off in the dream. The plane wasn’t high enough, so they tried to avoid the buildings my tilting right, but we were too low and crashed on the right side – the side I was on.
I remember closing my eyes and covering my face to avoid debris. When I opened them, everything was in slow motion and the plane was coming apart into pieces. I couldn’t move (it was probably sleep paralysis kicking in) and I thought it was from maybe the shock or getting hit in the head and that it would wear off soon and I could start making my way out. I didn’t have fear – just like other dreams or things that have happened where I had to take action to save myself and others – I was too focused to feel any emotion. I focused on trying to grab the armrest that appeared to be stable to pull myself up. I counted the seats to the exit (the lights on the rows of seats were white and the exit was red) so I could get out even if the cabin filled with smoke. I thought I could grab at least one person’s arm to lead them out, hoping they’d grab another and start a chain.
I ended up waking up into another dream with characters I don’t know in waking life, but I kept having deja vu moments as I told them about the dream. I kept saying how it was weird I was going to LA since I have no real interest in going there. I mean, I’m in media so most of my classmates and some friends over the years have gone out there, but I’m a Midwest/East Coast person.
I remember being at Polaris mall in Columbus near Christmas. They decked the place out and had Christmas songs playing. I remember walking through an area that was set up like a church with pews and I sang along with the music despite probably bothering people.
I thought, “Wait, wasn’t it just December? How did it get so late in the year?” Then, I remembered a prediction that was made that was supposed to happen by December and I wondered if I should be trying to make it happen or will it happen no matter what and then there’s a part of me that wants to fight it, despite it being something I really want to happen. In waking life, it’s too early to tell, but the prediction is still a possibility and sadly, probably will come down to my actions or neglect.
I somehow ended up in someone’s nice home and remembered I stayed the night – probably some Air BnB thing. I was about to leave and walked toward the door, taking in their Christmas decorating thinking how I don’t have enough energy or time to decorate, but I think it’s great that they did. I then realized I stayed the night, but didn’t explore the house. I thought I’d do a quick walk through when the next tenants came in – a family of four, lead by a nice lady with short reddish blond hair. I surprised her as much as she surprised me and I told her I was just leaving.
This turned into me being in the bathroom of my apartment and hearing someone come up the front steps to my door and knock loudly. Note: in waking life, I don’t have a set of steps like that. I opened the door and went back to the bathroom while this sweaty, maybe drunk, angry lady with her hair tied back and a dirty shirt paced around. I tried to calm her down and de-escalate the situation and she grabbed my shirt and I thought she’d punch me in the face. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t reflecting her mood.
Then, I woke up.
There were other dreams and they were related to the prediction, but they weren’t vivid enough to post.