I remember having some dream where Warren* was trying to send me a message, but it was in pieces where different words and numbers were on the wall and floor and everywhere and I struggled putting the puzzle together. I only remember a Russian word on a video/image of a Ferris wheel. He tried a few times, ending with some overview of a location with areas highlighted for me to remember.
There was a scene I was on a kiddie train (good luck!!!) and was telling someone my age. They thought I was 22.
This turned into a lucid dream taking place in a modern art museum. I realized I was dreaming, so all of this stuff was from my mind and I should try to recreate the stuff when I woke up. I found out that the pieces were based on the idea that the audience would be dreaming. There was a Mondrian-esque pyramid of squares that turned black when “Paint It Black” was played. The art used sounds, words, and ideas to make the dreamer change the look of the art.
This turned into sleep paralysis with a tall shadow man at my bedroom door. I basically rolled my eyes because I knew I was still dreaming and the shadow people are kinda cliche.
* Name was changed
I’ve been trying to use voice-to-text when I wake up to “write down” dreams, but I don’t remember this and I lost the date I dreamed it.
Trans fat no friends we’re making bombs because they’re stop motion animation movie about some origins of Christianity was misunderstood and banned by the government I tried my best trying to lie to government officials that I think bug me and this was in a place with the levitated buildings there was another dream when someone describe winning award for their film was the scariest but best day of their life and told a class about it
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 haven’t remembered my dreams in full for a while, but I remember at least two dreams having someone search for me, chase me through the dream, or hunt me. Nothing negative, though. It was more like I shouldn’t have been in the places I was so people were hunting me down to kick me out or give me a fine. One involved an aquarium, I think.
I woke up at a decent time, but I ended up passing out for another three hours.
All I remember from the dreams during those three hours were of being in a “dream game” (video game, but in a dream) where I had to escape a scene/encounter by climbing some brick building that reminded me of Bromley Hall. I remember thinking it was so cool that it was easy to climb (I had very little weight) and I could feel the texture of the bricks. Just like in video games, I was able to climb/jump up to areas of the building impossible in waking life. Each time I reached, a white sphere appeared over the area I could grip that was like the white spheres in Beyond: Two Souls.
One disappointing thing, though, was not being able to safely look down. I really wanted to, too.