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?
I remember sleep paralysis where instead of the “shadow people” a lot of people get with sleep paralysis, I got one of those “hat guys” (as I called them in the dream) that look like Men in Black. Just like that past dream, I don’t remember the man’s face and I wasn’t afraid of him, but, instead, afraid of being reprimanded for something I did wrong or something I failed to do. It’s weird.
Later, the dream changed into me being able to crouch behind something and the hat guy became some nude, super tall pink-skinned alien being. The pink skin wasn’t the weird part. It was these rainbow rays coming from his temples. It was so weird, I remember thinking, “I need to write this down!”
I drank an extra half can of an energy drink (120 mg of caffeine) prior to going to bed as well as a slice of pizza.
I remember being in a hospital room setting and a doctor/nurse that was a tall, healthy, black woman was concerned about me. It’s like she knew I had something fatal or something (in the dream only) and was trying to prove herself wrong because she didn’t want me to die.
In one scene, she asked me to lay on the ground. I told her that would be uncomfortable, so she allowed me to sit. She put her stethoscope to the left side of my right knee and listened. I thought maybe it was a blood clot or something – I mean what can be found listening to my knee?
I later found on the computer that they thought I had some kind of lung problem. I thought that was weird. I couldn’t Wikipedia it because I heard the farther of two doors open. A small man walked in the room – like, 3 feet tall – wearing a suit. I wanted to talk to him, but I felt I had to keep our conversation secret.
I closed the doors, speaking loudly, trying to pretend I was yelling over to the phone. I spoke loudly about closing the doors so people don’t get annoyed with me talking on the phone. In the hallway, there was a doctor-like guy and he just stared at me. He’s the first observer I’ve had in a dream in a LONG time. He was Asian and wearing a suit.
I looked at him as I closed the door and he kinda creeped me out. The short man left and left the door open. I rushed to take the phone off the hook and put the phone to my ear as the Observer came in. I don’t remember him walking in, I just picture him gliding in. It was really strange and creepy and he kept staring at me. I pretended to end a conversation with my mom and hung up thinking I didn’t sell that well.
So the short man didn’t make me think I was dreaming, and neither did an earlier scene when I pointed out a meatball that was plugged into an electrical outlet. But after the Observer scene, I remember walking out of the room and in the doorway, questioned if I was dreaming.
I thought, if I was dreaming, I could put my hand through the doorway wall. I was able to put my finger through it. I got excited and put my hand through the wall.
I walked down the hospital hallway and entered a room. There were four other “patients” there. One looked like he could have been the Observer’s son and I remember at least one other male and a female. I think they were in their 20s.
I told them that it was a lucid dream. There was a sign on the wall to my left and I read it aloud relatively easily and said, “See?? You CAN read in a dream!” Of course now, awake, I can’t remember what the sign said. I think it was a map that showed to exits in case of an emergency.
The group looked at me weird, so I said, “We’re dreaming!! Look, I’ll prove it!” I went to a wall and tried to force my hand into it. It was slow at first and I told them it was because they didn’t accept they were dreaming, yet. Quicker and quicker, I was able to get my fingers into the wall. I grabbed it and ripped it away like Play-Doh. The wall and the piece in my hand had impressions from my fingers, but the piece in my hand became as hard as a wall again. I tossed it to one of the people in the group.
I told them that I needed them to do me a favor: To contact me when they wake up. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen nearby. The paper had notes written on it, so I started writing in the white space that was left.
I told them I’d write my phone number in large numbers so they can visually remember it. I started with parentheses for the area code and told them 7-4-0. I drew a 7, but the downward line curved like a lowercase G and I was worried they’d think it was a 9. So I went back and forth to make it look more like a 7. I wrote 4 and 0 with little problem. Halfway through the rest of the number, I stopped because I realized what I said didn’t match what I was writing. I was writing the correct number, but I said a number with 0-0-0. I said, “Wait, that’s not right.”
I looked up and the group was gone, but some guy that looked like the main guy from Nickelback was walking around nearby looking lost. (Probably a reference to the Pop2K playing three Nickelback songs in a row in waking life.) I thought it was him and thought, “Darn it! A celebrity? He ain’t going to contact me.” I got his attention and explained how we were dreaming and asked him to validate this as a shared dream by contacting me when he woke up. I explained that writing my number hasn’t worked. He pulled out a calculator and said he’d type in my phone number. I said that would be great because it would be something he could remember visually. However, awake, I realized it would have been hard for him to type on a keypad in a dream.
I never got the number to him, but I remember ending up outside of the hospital. While I was in there, I heard about some cult and there were numbers involved. Later, I kept seeing the numbers and symbols. I thought, “Wow, this cult has a lot of members or they chose a naturally-occurring sequence of numbers (like the Fibonacci sequence).” The sequence started with 1-4-1-5 then a higher number, double lower number, then a higher number again.
So I ended up drinking a full Rockstar Pure Zero a couple of hours before bed. Partly because I had the next day off and partly to test an idea – that it’s easier to remember dreams when your body is making cortisol from a flight or fight response (usually triggered by negative dreams, which is why they are maybe remembered in more detail). Caffeine raises stress hormones like cortisol, so it makes me wonder if something external could make dreams more memorable without having to find a way to trigger a stress response in a dream.
The problem, though, is when I generally drink caffeinated drinks right before bed, it makes my dreams lucid and then turn into false awakening loops. This would have happened if I had over-consumed the caffeine instead of just drinking it near going to bed.
This time, my subconscious created an environment that made multiple dreams less terrifying. However, I remember less off them when trying to recall them, but I think they’re there and just need the right cue for retrieval.
Part of the multiple dreams were set up where there was an element related to letters and the person creating the premise of the dream would choose letters.
An example would be like a “W-Dream” was a “whole dream” that had a beginning, middle, and end. Mixed with say an “N-Dream” which added a New Person or a “P-Dream” that involved pennies. I loved this idea since it was like writing prompts.
I had many of these prompted dreams, but can’t remember more than flashes at the moment.
I think this was part of the series above, but I remember some woman “case worker” coming to my parents’ house (AFTER the 2004 renovation, which was strange) and asking me questions about me tutoring a neighbor.
The neighbor was the 13-year-old girl that is currently my neighbor in waking life. In the dream, she was fine on her own, but she came over when she had trouble with schoolwork.
The case worker was concerned because I didn’t look professional. I was wearing night clothes that were loose and my shorts too short. I explained that she only came over for help every once in a while and I wasn’t going to dress up all the time just in case.
This was the last one, so it is the one I remember the most. It stuck in my memory enough to make me think I had to change my passwords and check my US Bank account after I woke up. It dawned on me quickly it was a dream and I don’t have to update my passwords (yay!), but I should check my bank account anyway. It wasn’t until I started writing this when I realized I don’t HAVE a US Bank account. So weird.
So, the dream…
I remember sitting in some lobby chairs (gray with metal arms) near a window with two female friends. I don’t remember what was outside the window, but one friend looked at her laptop and said that my credit score just took two “D” hits and I should check it out. I thought it was weird, but decided to go to the restroom first.
It was a large restroom and the other friend (closer in the dream than the other) went in there, too. She said I needed to check my bank account, just to be sure.
I checked it on my phone and saw small amounts ($50 or so) taken out for “some random guy” (it was literally labeled this way). Part of me actually liked the criminal because it seemed as if he was just trying to prove he could hack into my account, but didn’t clean it out.
Others were waiting for the restroom, so we left and I remember walking into an area with tables. There was one with one chair and black…bowls? around it. I don’t know why I wanted to sit there, maybe it’s so strangers didn’t sit there with me, but, since I was dealing with this issue with my friend, I chose a clear table with multiple chairs.
I remember researching about where the money was sent to and it was a Nathan Goss…something (like Gossend, Gosshend, Gossand, etc.) 1
I think I finally fixed the problem and reported it to those I needed to and I remember sitting in the chairs from before, but with a wall behind me. There was a guy to my right who was average height, slightly overweight, had stubble, and thick glasses. Not ugly, but not hot.
I don’t know how we got to it, but he told me his name: “Nathan Goss-something”. I stood up holding my laptop and called him an asshole. He smiled and said he was from “IMET” 2 and worked for the network security team or something and he was using me partly as an example, but also to get me to change my passwords. It made me laugh because I was never truly angry with him and thought it was an interesting way to make a point.
There were observers in several of these dreams. I can only really remember a flash of walking down a city sidewalk after it rained and an observer would watch me from a distance as he rode his bike down the road.
1 However, as I try to remember the name, it changes to Brian or Daniel (so weird!), but I remember thinking when I got up that he “didn’t look like a Nate.”
2 “IMET” is actually a team at an old place I once worked at, but it had nothing to do with security. It’s interesting how my dreams bring up old crap to add detail to dreams.
I remember being at work in a classroom and some co-worker handed me controls and told me to give an exam in the form of a presentation.
It was just a test to see if it needed to be developed more. They got a good-looking (brown-haired fit guy) student worker to take the test.
They wanted me to read the screens for him. I read them and they seemed rather random. Some were missing words, which made me sound weird reading them aloud. I realized I needed to read it in my head first, then read it aloud and fill in the missing words.
While this was happening, there were “scientists” or IT people or something sitting along a row of tables near the wall with laptops. I couldn’t tell if they were just using the space to work or taking notes on us. They watched us a little between periods of typing.
The weirdest part was one question was too quick, so I couldn’t finish reading it. It went to a generic computer “WARNING” screen. It looked like something from the early 90s and was red, black, and yellow. All of the other questions had no time limit, but this one was counting down to something that seemed very bad.
I wanted to see what the question was, so to go back, I put down the TV controller I was holding to flip through the screens and picked up a Wii controller with the rubber casing. To move the screen back to the previous screen, I gestured in a counter-clockwise circle with my wrist.
I don’t remember the outcome.
There was another random part of the dream where someone came in and set up an old TV cart in the room. As he walked out the door, he touched my face as a “Hello!” and smiled as he left the room to go onto his next task. I realized then that it was Charlie*.
* Name was changed.