I remember having some art show and presentation at some place. The art (shirts?) was picked by someone else and I didn’t think it was good because I considered it unfinished or rough, but others loved it. My presentation was about visually representing mental illnesses in film, graphics, and fashion design. I was nervous because I had NO TIME to create a presentation.
I remember seeing Warren* before the art show in the lobby of the building.
* Name was changed.
This song was in a few dreams and I woke up with it in my head. Not sure how it was related to the content of the dreams, if at all.
Recent dreams had:
* Name was changed.
I tried to turn on my heat last night and ended up turning it off by accident. I was too stubborn to get up and fix it until 4:30 a.m. I fixed it and fell asleep for another 2 hours. My Fitbit says that I slept over 4 hours with more deep sleep than normal, but I feel like I only slept maybe an hour.
The dream I had before getting up to fix the heat was abstract and was about adding hidden data to vectors (the different directions the object can move) of an object in Unity. (I was experimenting with using 360 videos in a sphere in Unity before going to bed.) There was a way to add written info, but a number code was thought to work best.
After I went back to bed, I had dreams of my classmates adding data to Unity projects and each time, the data was hidden better and I was having fun trying to find a number.
I remember scenes from a videogame-like game that had something to do with an interior of a large spacecraft. There were different levels (heights) and I remember trying to do something to win and failing.
I was in a store – like a Walmart, but not. I remember being in that store in other dreams, but not in waking life. I was looking for placemats for my kitchen table – blue and white ones. They weren’t normal ones but rounded square paper ones. There was a cute guy in the aisle looking for something and we talked, but I can’t remember what we talked about. I remember the music was really loud for that aisle and was some 1960s/1970s song.
I went to the next aisle and Charlie* was there. We chatted and I said how interesting that the music was blaring in the aisle next to us, but this one was quiet.
Later, I remember trying to check out before the store closed.
The only thing I remember was that one of the characters wrote “J.D.” on EVERYTHING. I’m pretty sure the first name was Joe and I think the second name was Darling, but I have trouble with names. This dream was the first one I forgot. Luckily, I wrote it down when I woke up.
I’ll probably use this last dream in a story.
* Name has been changed.
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.