I don’t have time to write these out, but here are some notes so I don’t forget to maybe add them to a story I started.
Some dream where I wandered into a “farm” like area with a sign that it was the [can’t remember the first name] C. Smart Center. A guy with bandages on his head came in, closing the gate as if he were keeping something dangerous out. He looked relieved he wasn’t alone and said something about it, but said he was glad he wasn’t the only one sick. I got angry and confused and argued with him I wandered in. I wasn’t told to be there and if I were sick, it was because I was talking to him (if he was sick) so closely.
I remember passing out fliers that cost $12 for some reason. After I woke up, I realized there was a message on them I should have read and could have read since all the dreams I had that night involved reading.
I remember hearing banging coming from the kitchen. I wasn’t dressed, so I covered up with a towel and went to see what was going on. The back door lock was turning as if someone was struggling with the lock. I thought maybe my landlord needed to enter or something, but the door opened, knocking down the trash bin I have blocking the door and the intruder was some dangerous looking guy with missing front teeth. He seemed dangerous, but I think he was smiling more at the fact he was successful at getting the door open than actually wanting to do harm. He had a little of that “observer” feeling from dreams from years ago.
There was a character that said to me that he was trying shared dreaming and I remember thinking I needed to reach out to him in waking life to tell him it worked. I can’t remember who it was and I’m not about to ask every guy I know.
A lucid dream where I was able to read a sign aloud. The grammar was bad, but the logo looked like a V inside of a V – similar to the Viacom logo, but backward and one V was skinny. It was gold and I keep thinking I’ve seen it on some kind of VHS in the past. Later in that dream, I toured a technology area being run by some Asian company. They said we can look all we want because they’ll erase our memories or block what is secret. It made me wonder why would you even WANT to look at something you’ll know you’ll forget and would you even remember looking at all? Would it be erased memories or would it be like alcohol that prevents memories from even being made?
Going with my story, I questioned if we’d give consent and if we forget giving consent to having our memory erased, would it really be ethical and really be consent? I mean consent in research projects, etc. usually is something you can know you made a decision to do and can change your mind. If you don’t remember giving consent or even remember what you gave consent to, how would that even work? What if what you volunteered to forget is a threat to your life, which you could remedy, but only if you knew the cause and existence of the threat?
“Gah. Got stuck in a semi-lucid dream false awakening loop where the plot was that I was a guide in the anesthetic-induced dream for some guy named Sal or Saul Weinstein or Feinstein from the past while he was in surgery. I would explain to him what the weird sounds were and the sound track was from me. Later, some lady talked said a rhyme about how Kennedy wasn’t elected by one person, that it took many. The hours-long scene ended, and the dream started turning black. I started freaking out because I didn’t know how to wake up. I tried and ended up in front of a house in the late 80s /early 90s and the kids there couldn’t understand why I was frustrated. I tried to wake again and it didn’t seem to change much and I went into this whole spiel about how the place was a poor place and because if that, I have no idea what decade I was in because it made sense that this community would have old cars and no cell phones. I kept saying I was from the 2020s and later corrected that. I wondered if I was dead and was about to accept my fate (being stuck in a lucid dream and traveled through time, getting stuck in the past) when I woke up. Only a half hour had really passed.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
What I still remember from last night’s dreams:
Another dream:
I remember following an English teacher and some other guy across a park or garden area. We were up high on top of the arches and other architectural features. They just jumped down. I was too afraid of landing too hard, so I planned to climb down a metal feature. However, the metal pillar I got onto bent down to the ground due to my weight.
I remember being on a rooftop with a sniper rifle and a goal to shoot some guy. He was originally played by an actor, so I thought it was part of a dream game. Some other character was being suspicious out of view to distract the guy and his bodyguard. I aimed at his head. This was probably because I found a sniper rifle in the game I played before going to bed.
Someone told me that it was the dream game’s programming that told me it was an actor and all part of a game. The name of the real guy I was aiming at was [redacted]. I even asked, [name with slightly different spelling] and someone went, “No. [name spelled out and clarified]” I thought, “When I wake up, I’ll look up that name.” The dream game was still in control with an objective to shoot the guy (now changed to look like someone I didn’t recognize) in the head. I fired, but he moved to look at something and my bullet barely scratched the passenger side of the car he was standing in front of.
Note: I looked up the man’s name on Google when I woke up. The results showed a guy who was involved in protests and non-profit organizations that try to take power away from the government and monopolistic corporations and give them back to the people. I’ve never heard of this guy before this dream, but I won’t put his name here because he is confronting people who probably would have no problem paying someone to take him out to protect their interests. I hope that guy doesn’t have to deal with something like my dream where I played a character that didn’t care about the people I killed, I just had an objective and did what I could to complete my mission.
It felt like I was beta testing random games in their first states of development.
One was watching shapes fight some creature from the sky. I first avoided getting involved by acting like I didn’t see it, telling someone I was looking into the restaurant nearby, not out through the window.
I was put into the hero black shape’s position.
In another “dream game,” I was testing to see what would happen if I didn’t go with the narrative. It was programmed well enough to trigger other parts of the narrative to add to the story. It wasn’t “smoothed out” so to speak, so the movements of some of the characters were jumpy because they had to go from far locations to a location near the player (me) to have a conversation. It was the jumpiness that I realized I was in a dream game, so I started talking to characters and going to different places to see what was programmed. I think annoyance was programmed into one of the “guide” characters who was trying to get me to go through a door to trigger the next part of the game.