Ate pizza and caffeine before bed and couldn’t wake up, so it ended up giving me vivid dreams…
I remember Tim* being in a dream – first time in probably a year. He was really nervous to the point he had to sit and had me sit in specific places at a table. He didn’t want to look at and didn’t want me to look at the mirror in the room. I didn’t understand why. I remember the table was a white table and we were in chairs with wheels. I think there was a large picture window behind me – something that was in every scene, but surprisingly, I never cared enough to look through it to watch people or get a location.
I can’t remember what we discussed.
Later, at the same table, my friend was there testing a Muse “brain sensing” device to see what data showed up. I need to buy one in waking life whenever my school loan goes through.
In another scene, the GRID Lab leaders (my bosses) were preparing a place at another school for a Halloween/VR walkthrough museum sort of thing where there were rows of 10 ft. x 10 ft. (some that went farther back for equipment, etc.) spaces. There was a large fish tank and the fish swam up to me like they do in waking life. One fish looked like it was part dog and I was worried it was going to drown. There were people in there doing a scene, I think, when someone handed me the edge of a sign for the event to stick on the wall. It blocked my view of the scene.
They ended up draining the tank (they saved the fish) to have another space to work in. The room had old faux wood paneling.
Later, I was in a university large classroom with orange seats from the ’70s…or maybe it was a school color and the chairs were from the ’90s? One thing I liked was that the seating wasn’t in straight rows – they actually curved a little. It was still plastic and old soiled material you find in old higher ed schools. I remember another friend coming in and sitting down in a row off to my left – she commented about the color, too.
I was showing off the Kinect and projection in the room doing things like projecting the chairs onto another wall to make it look like there were more chairs and projecting door handles on the door panels so you couldn’t figure out which one was real. The feed glitched every once in a while showing our point clouds and infrared data. I saw people were gearing up to leave through the door I was in front of, so I haphazardly grabbed my stuff to get out of the way. I walked back to the table that was in front of the rows of seats and the first friend looked as if he were sleeping with his head down, using some soft, but thin, craft padding material. I can’t remember if I was wearing a coat or a blanket, but I took it off and handed it to him – it was a really soft and thick material with a funky, but fun design – saying, “This would make a better pillow, but it probably smells like me.” (meaning, I was just really active and I haven’t washed that thing in a while, so it’s probably really sweaty) He took it, bunched it up and used it as a pillow and went back to sleep. I thought it was funny, but still worried about the smell, but ignored my worries I put my tripod and Kinect away.
There were other, smaller dreams, too. But I’ll just add tags and categories.
* Name was changed
I dreamed a lot last night, but I’ve forgotten most of it…
The top thing I remember is meeting Warren* and maybe Charlie* at a fountain at a park. I remember a tall pedestal in the center, but I don’t remember what was on it – maybe an angel?
I remember the concept was that the fountain was where you can access dreams and memories. Warren was trying to show me his memories or something and I remember being more wowed by the concept and meeting people at a place that leads to other places.
In the dream, I remembered being there before (in 2016?) and it having something to do with Charlie. I wanted to do something with projection and switching projection and didn’t know how. I’ve been working in TouchDesigner lately and thought, “Hey, now I know how to do what I wanted to do years ago! I should look up that post on Facebook about it to remember what it was.” I also wanted to prove that I HAD been here before.
As for any of the dreams or memories entered via the fountain, I vaguely remember a small bedroom or attic with whitish walls and a slanted ceiling. I have forgotten any plots or other details – probably because I was so determined to prove I’ve been at this darn fountain before.
* Names have been changed.
I stayed up until 5 a.m. playing Detroit: Become Human and ate a brownie right before bed. I have been working with TouchDesigner every day for the last few weeks to get to a point where I can put together my final project which involves augmented reality and projection. I had issues with sleep paralysis right before losing consciousness that involved feeling super cold and hypnic jerks.
My first “dream” involved that one whale in the gym AR demo, but I stripped it down to being just the whale’s spine, added dots along the spine, then controlled the movement with a noise CHOP.
That dream was about 5 minutes, but it seemed like an hour.
Then, I had a long, vivid dream where I was giving a family directions in Columbus. They wanted to take photos and I asked them if they wanted rural or city photos. They wanted rural ones. For some reason, I suggested they check out the Air Force museum out in Dayton and take photos of the rural areas along I-70. We were on a highway – I-270, I think, and I pointed toward the Columbus skyline saying that was east. I pointed in the opposite direction were I think I remember a hill or forests and said, “You’ll want to go west to get to Dayton.”
Note: Yesterday, there was a repeated joke that might have caused this dream: “Where is Engagement, Ohio?”
They followed me to some large area (it reminded me a little of a room my colleague and I presented in last December at the Kalahari Resort in Sandusky) in a building. I remember the lights being off and the sunlight coming in around the doors. There was something about a bookshelf and Warren* was there for some reason. The family knew him from some event he was at. The father joked about “Baby Warrens” embarrassing him. I thought, “If only he knew that I have this thing where if I ever had kids, I’d name the first son after their father.” (Note: we weren’t in a relationship in this dream, it was just a thought.)
Later, these gray fabric covered panels that were dividing the room started to move and an artist that lived in this space was angry at first that we “broke in.” He calmed down, though, and provided projectors to this family to try things. I was jealous in the dream because here are strangers getting free projectors while, *I* – a poor, soon to be unemployed, grad student has to borrow and/or scrape up cash for a projector for my final project. I remember my stress/anxiety coming out as it does sometimes as it does in waking life – I even used a term for it that I used in waking life. That was weird.
* Name was changed.
Recorded when half asleep with speech-to-text in Google Keep:
Halloween party…. part of a weekly thing. This week was Halloween. I came as a lame pumpkin last week. Someone had a Pharaoh costume for me. Warren* dressed as Rambo and kept pointing a handgun at his head. I kept telling him you don’t point guns at anything you don’t want to be destroyed. He continued.
Dreamed i was doing a secret shop of some MLM and the elevator moved through walls. Stayed in a hotel with a nice chubby blond girl. I couldn’t figure out why I slept in my bra.
* Name was changed
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.