“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:
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.
The dream was vivid, but here’s what I remember now (later in the day):
I remember a scene where I was in a backyard with grass that was too green and I hid behind a tall hedge near a brown picket fence. There were items in the hedge – maybe including a rubber ducky or a clown mask? A sprinkler nearby started spraying water on me so, I tried moving out of the way, but it continued.
I slipped into what I’d describe a “hard drive” with a LOT of dream games. I recognized it as a popular developer’s collection and was excited to be able to access the games. I knew I could come back and play different ones! They appeared as 3D icons – one was a blue planet with yellow/green clouds.
I played a game, but I didn’t like it much.
Later, there was a scene where I was being shown around a design company’s headquarters by a woman who worked there. The place was beautiful! There was an open area in the middle of one of the floors and the wall had this awesome map design of northeast U.S. and Canada with comic-like black lines and dots. I realized it was a projection instead of a painting which they switch up with different art.
I also remembered being there before when there was a full floor. I remember seeing it collapse. I thought how they turned the hole into an architectural element was smart.