Seems to be a part of a series of dreams trying to calm down a dream character about the fact that I’m moving near Athens.
I remember showing the character the apartments I am seriously considering renting. I demonstrated my fears of falling and rolling (somersault style) into the ravine.
Later, I was in my parents’ house pre-2004 renovation and some of my old coworkers/friends were there. I was sitting in the doorway between the living room and dining room and the dining room had the old wooden table. I recognized Axel* (God, he is good-looking!) and he said something to Charlie* (I think) who was looking at a computer and trying to figure something out. Axel turned and I said Hi. He paused and as he walked to the other side of the room away from me, he smiled, did a small wave, and winked. It was like he wanted to acknowledge me, but felt uncomfortable walking over because his wife was there somewhere.
A girl with a baby sat to my left and I thought it was Leigh*, but realized Leigh was sitting to my right on the couch and the girl to my left was Axel’s wife.
There was something about a cup of vanilla ice cream with toppings melting in a plastic container (looked like it was from Dairy Queen) and I caught the dripping ice cream and joked that you know I used to be poor when I won’t let ice cream drip. I asked if I could have the ice cream cup and Axel’s wife said “No” and took it from me. I think she made the cups and it was the last one. She obviously wasn’t being mean, just honest.
*Names were changed.
So I recently found pink Rockstars (energy drinks) at an independently-owned gas station and I haven’t seen those in 6 months! So I think these dreams came from drinking those, plus work stress, homework stress, writing a NaNoWriMo story, etc. I even had hypnic jerks prior to falling asleep.
I remember starting a relationship with the actor Chris Evans after meeting him on an online bulletin board website. In waking life, I (a) don’t meet guys online to start relationships and (b) think Chris Evans is hot, but he doesn’t necessarily fit my “type.” The closest to my type (personality wise) that any of the characters he’s played has been the main guy on Captain America. I don’t get star struck so it wasn’t like, Oh, my god! I’m dating a Hollywood actor!” It was more like, “I’m dating a nice guy who happened to be an actor in California.” I kept questioning why he liked me as much as he did.
I remember going to some place with white walls and there was a round pillar near the front glass doors. On the way, there was some song about smelling nice. Once I got into the building, an old male friend randomly stopped me in the hall and got really close, bending over my right shoulder, and said I always smell nice. He was so close, I could feel the heat radiating from him, but he didn’t actually touch me. I thought it was nice of him to say that, but I didn’t believe him. I don’t wear perfume or anything and thought I might smell from taking out the trash, eating something weird, or getting gas, not cleaning my jacket enough, etc.
I remember sitting on a lawn chair next to my mom and we were just relaxing, watching the sunset over some lake. Sean comes over from behind us and hands me a large tree branch with orange and red leaves. He told me to do something with it and I found that it was two branches.
I untangled them while sitting in the lawn chair after Sean left. I threw the first over to my right and looked at the second. I found two small beehives at the end of the branch. They have been broken open from me messing with the branches and I could see the honeycomb pattern inside. The bees started coming out and I noticed they were regular bees that would have to commit suicide to sting me, so I tossed the branch to the side and planned to run from them.
I was barefoot, so I was about to put on an old pair of running shoes as the bees started swarming around me. I saw that three or four bees had flown into my shoe. I tapped my shoe with my foot and they flew around and landed back in the shoe.
Eventually, I tapped it again and took my chances and put my right foot in and got two stings. I remember later holding my foot up to my mom to remove the stingers and she tried pinching them with her fingernails to remove them and I told her that she needed to brush them off or scrape them off because squeezing the end will just put the poison into my foot. She was actually grabbing the stinger part, not the poison part.
Somewhere in the area of the lake, I remember two people in lab coats watching the scene behind a window and asking each other why I even put my foot in the shoe.
I remember being in a large apartment or house with some guy was I dating in the dream and another roommate. One of the rooms had a bed and one dresser, but no other furniture. There were sheets of plastic in the doorway when you opened the door outward into the small hallway. The room was to be painted or something.
The guy I was seeing in the dream had a calico cat and I let it into the almost empty room. I told the cat that it will have more things to explore in about a week or so and told the guy the cat should leave soon since there’s nothing much in the room.
Later, I was getting ready in the bathroom (hair / makeup) and the roommate was adjusting the temperature because he was cold. I told him I already changed it and have been walking around almost nude all morning, so it was warm enough.
This dream happened during a 20-min. snooze before getting up to go to a meeting at work.
I dreamed that family members I’ve never met, my parents, and I were coming back from a memorial for a great uncle who died.
We planned to go to a Max & Erma’s restaurant and I remember my dad was wearing a black suit and tie along with other male members of the family. One cousin stood near a nearby house to smoke a cigarette while we waited to be seated.
I had to get something from my car or my mom was going to ride with me to some other place, but I remember I was using wooden crutches from a hospital to get around. I parked at the farthest spot like I normally do and there was construction being done on the road in front of the restaurant. This left a small amount of pavement that I tried to navigate because the lot was made of large rocks that were supposed to be decorative gravel.
I remember telling my dad I needed to go to work for a meeting and realized I’d need to leave right then and I’d still be late. I wondered if I could call off work since it was a death in the family, but didn’t want to miss ANOTHER meeting. I couldn’t get the times straight and had already missed the meeting hours before.
I had other dreams, but all I can remember is that they took place in locations I’ve dreamed about before.
The one place could have been the top of the “compound” because the interior had wall-length windows with lobby chairs facing them. Behind them, a white wall curved around and in the center were water fountains and restrooms. I think there were classrooms on both sides of this floor of the building. There was also a large round white pillar in the room.
In another dream, I was going downstairs of an early 20th century home and I remember attending parties there before.
I don’t remember exactly what I said in my dream, but I remember being aware of how bitchy and stuck up I sounded.
I was speaking with Charlie*-Alpha / Observer-Charlie and remember showing him random things in a magazine and talked shit about the people in the pictures (something I don’t do in waking life). I even pointed out a friend from high school and mentioned how she got fat. I thought that was really mean, so I said something like, but she’s working out now and getting in shape. Since it was partially Charlie-Alpha ( a character based on the REAL person, not an idealized version of them) that I was talking to, part of me thought I was awake.
I talked throughout the dream, when normally, I’d ask him about his life.
I remember pointing out a couple of small American Foursquare houses near what I call the Miller/Kelton Ghetto in the Near East Side. The houses (like most in the area) looked like good houses that have just been seriously neglected and never fixed after decades of crazy Ohio weather.
I told him my aunt lived on the better-kept house on the right. (In waking life, she lives over 3 miles away from this area in a better neighborhood.) I told Charlie I’d buy the house from her when she wanted to move or maybe buy the house on the left. The house on the left looked like it had a strong foundation, but there was a large hole in the wood siding on the top right, near the roof, from wind damage. The windows were boarded up as well. I said I’d hire some contractor friends — they’d get money and after an initial investment, I’d save money from not having to pay rent or a mortgage.
* Names have been changed.
Note: I don’t think I’d really give up my relatively low rent and awesome location to invest in a Miller/Kelton house. Even though, technically, a developer *cough*Continental*/cough* and cool people *cough*gay community and young professionals*/cough* could make over the Market District / west part of OTE and the NES into something similar to the Short North, but with its own identity/niche and people would build/rehabilitate the residential properties along Main Street, making an investment like the one in my dream worth it in 10-20 years…
I remember trying to remember things throughout the dreams, but there was too much to remember and a lot of it wasn’t interesting enough to stick.
Parts I remember:
* Name was changed.
Some friends from high school and I were staying at a compound of camp cabins. We were all the age we are now. I woke up to a gunshot. One of the girls accidentally shot a hole in the open door of my cabin. It opened outward, so it was not aimed at me. Some of the girls there were worried. I told them to go back to bed, that it was an accident, and asked the girl who shot the gun why she was messing with a gun at night.
This was a weird dream, but the longest and most vivid in days. Helped improve my mood a lot. Probably should have written this down this morning…
I remember waking up within the dream (false awakening) and remembering the feel of the sheets and the pillow and questioning whether I could ever tell the difference between dreaming and being awake. I thought the bed felt like I was in a dream, but thought I was awake. It was in a bare bedroom with off-white walls.
I eventually got up and I was wearing my Edge Walk gray T-shirt (a small that fits like a large – WTF Canadians?) and black night shorts. In waking life, I wasn’t wearing anything near that.
I remember my dad had to work, but already scheduled a vacation (reserved a condo) down in Florida so my mom, my aunt, and I were going to go. My mom wanted me to invite a guy to go down with us. I didn’t know who to invite, but she told me about this smart guy and wanted me to meet him.
I agreed, thinking, at least, he’s intelligent. Yeah….he was a douchebag. He was smart, but he liked to make others feel dumb and not in that “You’re wrong, this is why…isn’t that cool?” way, but a more “You’re wrong and stupid” kind of way.
So my mom, this smart guy, and I were eating at a picnic-style table and he even had a spiral notebook out with random mathematical diagrams. I got a text and a Facebook tag in a post by Sean about a local Science Festival. I received the text around 2:38 p.m. I spent a good portion of the dream trying to find time to fit in an hour of looking around at this Science Festival.
While eating, Dwayne* came in and sat to my right. I’m like, Dwayne! He’d be great to go on vacation with. He’s funny, confident, creative, and smart. (I think he’s gotten a law degree since high school.) So I talked with him for awhile, hoping he’d show the D-bag how someone can be smart, but not rude. I brought up the Science Festival and, although Dwayne isn’t “nerdy” per se, I thought he’d like to go. He asked me why and what was so interesting about science. I was like, excuse me? I came up with something about science being all around us and isn’t he interested in how things worked?
Sometime during this scene, another guy was there. He was a hot guy that I haven’t met before, but he looked familiar. He was a good height, body type, nice face, etc. He had lighter hair than I’m normally attracted to, but I thought he was so good-looking in the dream that it became semi-lucid and I was trying to decide on a fake name for him and could only come up with “Hot Guy.” lol He had a great personality, as well.
I think the D-bag guy turned into small animals of some sort within the dream and I semi-lucidly came up with a way to turn them back into humans. I found an orange/peach D20 and rolled it with the notion that any number would work. That worked except for the time I rolled a 1 twice.
I decided no to go to the Science Festival, partly because I wasn’t dressed for it.
I remember all of this happening in a small town and knew we had to get supplies for the trip in a small town about 15-20 miles away.
Somehow my mom and I were sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of the main street outside of the supply shop. Random people and families started setting up lawn chairs and coolers as if they were getting ready for a parade. One of the chairs a man set up had Charlie’s* last name in waking life. The chairs around had different colors and college and professional sports teams (Ohio State, Ohio University, Penn State, etc.). The chair with Charlie’s last name was black with a Steelers logo.
My dad walked around the corner telling us to get out of the street. We got up and I heard the firetruck about to begin the parade. I think it was a Fourth of July parade. I suggested we get supplies, but I wasn’t dressed to go into the store. I followed my parents back around the corner. As we went around, the Hot Guy went around going the other direction. He looked back and smiled and started singing a verse from some Disney song. I smiled and finished the verse as the scene turned into a locker room.
This turned into a whole other dream where I was dressed in a neat futuristic slate gray uniform. I walked to a slate gray 5-story building that had odd Nickelodeon-like features. As I walked across a street toward the entrance, a young person dressed in a doctor’s jacket and mask saw me. Their eyes got big and he motioned to others who ran off as if I was arriving sooner than expected.
I walked in and all the employees were children (age 6-16?) dressed in lab coats. They were really smart kids – like the ones you see competing at FIRST LEGO League – and all had mannerisms and facial features of adults. I must have looked like someone else who was mean or dictatorial because the employees at this place looked at me as if I was going to bite their heads off. They lined up into two lines and avoided eye-contact and answered with short sentences ending in ma’am or sir. One of the more assertive employees (long black hair, the age of 13 ish?) had me follow her. She led me into a room with Nickelodeon-like machinery.
I walked back to the first room and an adult guy (mid-20s) entered and two kid employees were helping to remove his black leather jacket. He had that “observer” feeling so I instantly felt that I needed to pretend to know what the hell I was doing. Before walking back into the testing room, I looked at the guy – it was Stephen*, but with a nice beard. I left the room and talked with the leader girl with black hair.
I looked out the window and it turned into a helicopter view of a giant Nickelodeon factory/mill/whatever you wanna call it that had tall striped tubes that sprayed water upward, turning into waterfalls. I found out that it was a machine that cleaned the air and water.
Weird dream, but nicely vivid and got to explore a little.
* Names have been changed