I tried to start a lucid dream to have stuff to put into a dream story and I imagined my character asking Axel* to tell me a joke I would haven’t had heard so I could post it on Facebook to prove the shared dreaming (a part of the story).
Axel’s character changed into Charlie* dressed in full combat military gear getting annoyed at the task. He made a joke similar to this (I can’t remember the exact wording):
What sound does a terrorist not hear?
My brain is weird, I tell you.
* Names have been changed.
The last dream I remember was super vivid (the last ones always are). I remember searching an area – in Ukraine maybe? – with some other guy. He was older than me and seemed nice enough. We were dressed like soldiers (I even remember having fingerless gloves and wondered about leaving fingerprints), but we were more like journalists who gained access to an area before the military.
We even joked about how we should gather evidence for the investigators. The numbers in this dream correlated with my SSN so I have changed the numbers in this retelling. I remember someone narrating (maybe me) that the area we were in was bombed and so many “terrorists” fled in a way that paved roads that haven’t been seen in two decades are showing through. I moved the rest with my hand as if it were a scale model.
We entered a damaged building and looked around for information and “clues.” I remember seeing a binder with Ukrainian/Russian words which I interpreted as “Housing Prices in Ukraine 1968 to Present.” The guy wasn’t interested. I was because I was curious about how the war affected the housing prices. Plus, what a perfect place to hide info!
There was another binder that was labeled “SMOOTH” and I said I made that one, so we moved on. He opened a drawer and I said that I had kept a three diaries of drawings I wrote in every day (a lie). We found all three and he kept talking about page 4, but I told him to start where the ribbon bookmark was – more like page 23.
The drawings weren’t in my waking lifestyle. The drawings looked as if it told some kind of Christmas story and the guy said it was full of clues like “two doors” and “seven gifts.” One image had many gifts and I asked if he wanted to count to see if it was a multiple of seven.
Then, my alarm woke me up.
I love this idea of numbers and info being hidden this way! It’s like Inception’s safe idea. I might go back and see if this idea appears in other dreams.
I remember scenes from a dream where I was dating a character similar to Charlie* and, for the most part, enjoyed the relationship. However, a character, Axel*, liked me and thought he was a better match for me.
I explained I was in a relationship anytime he made an effort to start one with me and he brought up some of the few things that didn’t mesh well with my boyfriend in the dream. For one, he was often controlling and, at times, said sexist things. He even made a comment about me doing something with creating something mechanical about girls not being able to do stuff like that normally. In waking life, I’m outspoken against ideas like that. We didn’t agree on some things, but I felt the character was trying to fight against his natural tendencies for these negative habits and ideologies. I thought that was nice of him to try.
Later, Axel actually pinned me down on the ground – in a non-violent, playful way. In the dream, I did have feelings for him, but I wasn’t about to ruin my long-term relationship with someone I didn’t feel like I was just settling for and someone I actually loved for a risky change to be with some other guy I had feelings for, but unsure would last. I questioned if he would still have the same feelings if I were dating him and not someone else.
He seriously believed we were meant to be together. He pointed out that, with him, I could be myself more often – that he wouldn’t try to control me as long as I continued to not control him. I saw the irony in this promise of freedom while he held me down, but so did he and I think that’s what convinced me he was right.
* Names were changed.
Notes from dreams I never had time to record here:
“Africa” by Toto sent
“The Lion Sleeps Tonight” received
This was a dream about dream tech. I used musical messages where I “sent” the song Africa by Toto to either Axel* or Charlie* and they “sent” The Lion Sleeps Tonight back to me.
Contest to find something hidden in a city. Traded cars. Pulling off to use a phone to research, look at map, etc. Dad won – found hidden cache in road. Recombinant?
Killer bees in a Bible
Elevator that went the wrong way.
Video game for political campaigns.
End of season.
* Names have been changed.
I thought I’d put these notes here in case I ever remember the dreams that went with them. These are from a notepad app that I groggily try to write in after dreaming.
Note: Some have been written, but I think my notes are interesting enough to keep them here.
No street lights. Project Trinity. Red door. Extreme guy. Meeting.
Military before war. Marines. Charlie*. Blue bird. Death omen. Tom Cruise sleeping. Keeping a journal. Bad investments. Not bagging to save money. Told Sean about red bag with books.
Note: Something I should have added: “War every 12 years.”
Tube sound. Cat’s gone. Pirate shirt. Need a restroom. Hole shirt. Girl from high school cutting hair. Plastic surgery with mascara and blood. Hiding in house. Tool box.
Aliens. Countdown. Nepal. No lights. Stream. Scorpion. Doctor. Squid in Hawaiian shirt. Time loop. Things on ceiling.
Note: I never wrote down the one above, but I dreamed it around the time of the Nepal earthquake. The scorpion was on my head and got stuck in my hair. The “no lights” and “things on ceiling” were probably related to a screenplay I was writing for a contest. I’m disappointed I don’t remember the “time loop.”
We built this city. Petting an offended cat. Married?
Note: This was only part of a dream, I think. The “married” part was referencing Axel*, I think because he wanted a relationship with me in the dream, but in the dream, he was married and it confused me how much his wife didn’t care that he wanted to be with other women while married. The “offended cat” was some endangered white lynx I think.
I remember Axel* (mixed with Tim*) and some other cute guy keeping me alive after I witnessed them going after and killing some guys in some “mission.” I was confused because they kept talking about killing me, but I always thought Axel was the type to kill me unless he saw me as useful. So I thought they were bluffing. They were mad at me about something.
I remember being in an open classroom and there were a couple of couples in the room and one girl (a friend and coworker in the dream) was getting married. She wanted me to give her feedback on four wedding songs. I liked them.
Later, there was a scene where a couple of us tried to get a VGA connection to a laptop to work. I commented that we went through all of that to go from one aspect ratio to a slightly better aspect ratio. The cute guy next to me leaned over and said, “…and it looks amazing.”
* Names were changed.