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.
I had a few dreams where I was hanging out with Warren*. Nothing stands out, though.
I remember working on stuff we are doing at work – turning CT scan turned 3D models into something interactive.
I remember being at an outdoor wedding or event that took place on a pretty grass hill. We were all sitting at picnic tables. Warren* and Tammi* were nicely dressed and I hoped they’d sit at my table, but they sat at a table near the front before they saw me.
I remember eating cake or something with a reddish-purple fruit jelly inside. I kept asking what kind of fruit it was because I am allergic to raspberries and blueberries.
Note: This was also a reference to a dream I might add to this journal where I stopped eating a piece of raspberry cake and offered it to Warren* and Tammi* and Warren* excitedly jumped up and grabbed it. I pointed out where I ate it so he could eat from the other side, but he grabbed the fork and used it and ate the whole thing. I woke up wishing I had that in waking life – someone to enjoy and eat the food I’d normally have to throw out, but also be there when they can’t have certain food and I can.
So after not getting an answer, I shrugged and kept eating because it was tasty and I hate wasting food.
Later, the bridesmaids came out with large robin’s egg blue boxes with bows. There wasn’t enough for all the tables, so our table had to move to nearer the drop-off. I said I’d have to have my back to the drop off because it was so beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to focus. I described what I saw – the hill went down to a small pond and I said there was a fox or wolf or something down there. The wolf ran up the hill and to me and it was this REALLY LARGE wolf-like creature and it was so sweet! I got to pet it and hug it.
I remember driving and getting lost. I looked at an overhead view of the area and a map. One street I needed was Route 278 or Route 782 and it branched off from a large roundabout and I thought it was Athens, but it had a Leveque Tower-like skyscraper. Later, I ended up under an overpass area (looked a little like that one outdoor area of Glidden Hall) and some guy sang me a song. He was really nice.
* Names were changed.