One of the many dreams I had last night was this one:
I remember being in a shelter house with Charlie* and a crowd of people. We were given some kind of welcome or intro and released.
Charlie was having some kind of treatment for a medical problem, and the side effects were weird. He excused himself because of it and told me to go ahead without him. I was disappointed because we planned to do this together, but in the end, it was OK because I like independent guys and can enjoy doing things alone.
He left, and I got in a conversation with an old lady. She said that she was going to blow up the place, and I’d know when because her husband would be on his cell phone. I couldn’t convince her not to blow up the place, which she continued to refer to as “a game,” so I went into the small fair we were at to hunt down her husband. I thought his cell phone was either a detonator or she was waiting for a message from him.
I found him looking at an old flip-phone and tried to convince him not to go through with this, to not kill people. He said they weren’t people, they were polygons in the shapes of people. He was helping to end this because he was “tired of this game.”
The couple started bringing people back into the closed shelter. I was worried Charlie was in there and went in to pull him out to safety. He wasn’t in there, so I left while telling people to not go in.
Charlie was on his way to the shelter house holding souvenirs he won in skill-based games. I was happy that the side effects of his treatment ended up saving his life.
* Name has been changed.
Daylight Savings Time + Stress + 2 hours of sleep so I can work the election = Sleep attacks and 10 hours of sleep and dreaming…
It’s weird to feel like I’ve been SUPER busy because the dreams seemed to take place over a week or two, but nah, I literally just slept 10 hours.
I remember weird “game” scenes – one was in a parking lot near a residential highrise in a coastal area. I remember seeing a logo or some graphic from a game on a wooden fence. I got out my phone to take a photo and the graphic was recognized by an augmented reality app. I thought it was cool because it was an interactive scavenger hunt type game.
There was a scene in the game that required problem-solving in rooms with spikes.
The last scene I remember was being at a sporting event on a date with Charlie*. I was on the seat near the steps and people were leaving. On the way, a friend, Gary*, grabbed my backpack to take it with him for some reason. There wasn’t anything valuable in it, but Charlie grabbed it and just simply kept ahold of it. He was stronger than Gary, so Gary wouldn’t have been able to take it without ripping it. I thought it was hot how Charlie didn’t have to get angry or aggressive to “protect” my backpack. He showed strength in a simple way. Supposedly, the backpack was an important part of the gameplay, so he was helping me win the game. Thanks, Charlie. 😉
* Names were changed.
I remember putting candles away in a box during the first day of some session of classes of some sort.
I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to turn around, knowing I’d have to interact with certain people, so I kept putting candles away. I looked over and Charlie* (he looks like the person in waking life the character is based on) was part of a group holding up a banner and having their photo taken.
Later, I remember sitting in a back row of a classroom about one column over from Charlie, who was asking the teacher some legit intelligent questions. He seemed frustrated that no one could give him a clear answer. I thought it was cool how intelligent he was/is.
There were other scenes, but I forget them now.
* Name has been changed
I remember being given a task (I have no idea what it is now) and I knew I could get to a destination if I turned left at a crossroads. I had not gone this way before, but could imagine the map in my head and I was pretty sure that was the best route. The intersection was surrounded by cornfields and I could have sworn I’ve been there before in a car in a dream fragment before. Knowing this made me try to remember it, thinking it was important. However, as I woke up and throughout the day, the memory of it is fading fast. It is as almost as if part of the dream was to forget it. (I need to put this in a story – dreams programmed to either be forgotten or have a fast decay rate to protect info.)
I remember what I first recalled as a “helicopter” dropping down over the field on the right. It was probably just a large drone. I rode by it and it bumped into my right shoulder. (I wonder what happened in waking life to cause that feeling.) I saw more drones over other fields and they began spraying a white mist and yellowish spray. I kept holding my breath and closing my eyes as I went by each drone.
I woke up before reaching a destination and I still have no real idea what the task was – something about delivering a package or message?
This dream also happened in an area I’ve dreamed about before – Charlie’s* house. In waking life, I’m pretty sure the person the character Charlie is based on lives in a ranch-style home, but in these dreams, there is a staircase that is open to the living room.
I remember him walking down the steps and it was Charlie (How I’d guess the REAL Charlie would look like now, with extra weight, older, with facial hair.) The situation felt awkward because I thought I was awake and I was trying not to project my assumptions based on the dreams of him, which I know aren’t real. I was relatively quiet. He seemed angry. I don’t know why or if it had something to do with me. I went to help him help his mom prepare a meal.
Next time, I’ll try to ask why he’s grumpy and see what my subconscious comes up with as a reason.
* Name has been changed
I remember being in a small classroom with desks arranged in a circle. It was a gathering of “IT people” and a new guy was there. He sat to my right and he looked Indian or of Indian descent. He was about my age, thin, and had glasses.
I received a text about a past colleague and I got up saying I had to take it because the last time I got a text like that was to inform me that someone I knew died. I was frustrated because the colleague was only about 5-10 years older than I and a great guy who just had a kid and was about to get married.
I don’t remember what happened after that with the text, but later, I remember we were on a break and there were tables put together for a group that was giving out free food. It was a political group with a three-letter acronym. The free food was either a chocolate cake or something with red, gooey, fruit? It switched back and forth. I didn’t want that much sugar, so I cut small pieces.
There were tables set up in another part of the room for other groups that weren’t there at the moment. I wanted to steal some grapes, but I knew I couldn’t just steal one or two so I opted for stealing a chocolate power-covered marshmallow.
Usually, my dreams have some logic, but every time I focused on something and tried to remember it, it changed. Liquids turned to solids and solids to gasses, etc.
There was a part where I was walking through a high school/college hallway that I remember being in in a past dream. I was holding…something … It was a grabber tool, fake sword, something… and the guy to my left grabbed it and tried to pull it out of my hand.
I found out it was Charlie-Alpha* who went on to say mean things about other people in the hall. I thought, “I don’t remember Charlie being that much of an asshole…” I think it was a way for my mind to remember the dream because if he were nice or passive, I wouldn’t have remembered the scene.
I remember an office that had a notice with red writing saying the office was closed.
There was a scene with steps carpeted in burgundy. I remember having to take off my red coat and being annoyed with spring and having to wear a coat in the first place.
There was another scene where I was trying to sell software or a product to a company. The place we met was open and the ceiling went up, at least, two stories. The walls were slate blue.
*Name was changed.