I remember sitting in a helicopter, strapped in with a strap on each shoulder. I’ve never flown in a helicopter, so I don’t know how realistic it was. One weird thing was that I was sitting above the pilot and other passenger and I could only see through a window that was below where I was sitting. I was disappointed because I love heights and wanted to watch as we were flying.
We landed near a place with yellow tape. When I got out, I saw we were in a really pretty city with skyscrapers. The other passenger was some “official” person (I called her a handler in my dream) who was around my age. She was dressed in a nice business outfit and I remember knowing she was a nice person. The helicopter pilot was a good-looking guy around my age and was in a military uniform.
The helicopter guy left and I went to one of the buildings to use the restroom. The toilet wouldn’t flush and the stall wasn’t lit well. I left to have someone else fix it.
The woman checked me into a fancy hotel suite. It looked at least 3 stars, but most likely 4 stars. I don’t remember looking outside, so I think the curtains were drawn. The colors were a nice burgundy and cream color. I kept thinking the room was too large for one person – it seemed larger than one of my past apartments!
I was bored, so I walked around and realized I had been there before! There was a small meeting room across from the bathroom. I went in there and found the materials from the event I remember attending. It was a small training class to go over some management thing. I found a “workbook” with a faded/pastel orange cover with stock photos of people working together. It appeared to have been partly damaged by water and then shoved in a bag or box for months. I found a bag that belonged to a coworker and looked through it. I found two pairs of nice motorcycle gloves and remembered our training session was in the winter and he said he would always forget his gloves there and bring new ones and end up with several pairs. There was also a bag inside that I now I think was a rifle of some sort. The main bad was thin and padded and could unzip almost completely.
Later, I checked what was behind the door to the hotel suite, expecting a hallway. Instead, it led out to the lobby. I closed the door and noticed a taped sign that said “Wet Paint” (or repaint?). I turned to go back to the bed and heard what sounded like a cart being pushed along a wooden floor. I woke up thinking someone was in my apartment.
I remember working at some studio and I was alone and closing for the first time. I thought I’d do fine, but it was a bit creepy being in a big place alone at night. As if programmed, lights started fading out one by one and I worried about tipping on equipment trying to get through the place.
I remember walking out to a car in a lot next to a bridge of some sort. The car was a fancy two-door red car. It was the kind I wouldn’t buy, but know a lot of guys that would love that kind. It might have been a convertible based on how the windows were.
I got in on the driver’s side, but in the back, but still had driver controls. I rushed to get in because two “agents” or Men in Black -like figures with ugly sunglasses and fedoras were watching me. The taller one on my right approached my car. I looked down and away pretending I wasn’t paying attention, but he did that “cop thing” and knocked on the passenger side window to get my attention.
I rolled the window down (with Prius window controls on my left) and he reached in, opened the door, and plopped down on the seat. He leaned back and asked, “What the hell are you doing?” (or something like that). I didn’t feel fear – I actually saw him as a nice person, just with authority. I woke up before responding.
I remember writing up a project proposal for school and it was something really simple and uninteresting about whether visual learners are more likely to share photos and videos or post text updates more on social media.
One scene involved me looking at some web tool that helped with organizing notes showing a visual image representing the sizes of tasks and folders. A good-looking guy sat to my right and a little behind me and pointed at it saying he used it “in Afghanistan.” I assumed he was a veteran.
Later, he did something non-violent, but not-quite-legal and went on the run. He drove me out to a place on the highway that was lined with trees – palm trees, I think. He said he had to leave me there and I was to return the car somewhere. I remember thinking it sucked I didn’t get to know him better, but that I’d randomly bump into him a few years from now and be happy he was OK.
This turned into a scene where I was in some mall and had to leave for some reason and just started walking toward the exit. Some woman in business casual clothing looped her arm around my left and started pulling me back. I struggled to keep my balance, but a guy came up to my right side and looped his arm around my right arm and they carried/dragged me. The woman wanted me to help find the vet. I told her I didn’t know where he went and didn’t have access to any tools that would help track him down because I’m not in law enforcement. They led me to a display of computers in the middle of the mall outside a tech place and the woman logged in using her credentials and expected me to hunt down the guy.
Then, I woke up.
Note: There was a quote in this dream as well as the last that I was supposed to remember, but I can’t remember. I’m sure they both would have to be triggered to be remembered. It’s weird to know there’s something I can’t remember, but should…kinda like names.
Another thing I remember was a false awakening where I was in my old apartment and thought some guys had gotten inside while I was still in bed. I think I said, “Hello?” so they knew someone was there, but I can’t remember what they said and in the dream, I assumed it was a hypnogogic hallucination, anyway.
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.”