“Drank a half bottle of water before bed. Having to pee made me have very vivid dreams, but woke me up partway through a sleep cycle, so I feel like I’m still in a dream. I keep feeling like I need to return to the movie theater where I left my friend, make the website in my head, look into when the next Beginning Russian course will be taught, write a story that takes place partially in Ashville because of all the “seed feeders,” give the Newseum the Go Pro photos I took for them, and unpark my car from the top of a minivan on some college campus I’ve been to before in a dream.”
– Hope Moore on Facebook
I will expand on these later.
I dreamed inside other dreams so much last night, that it felt like weeks have passed.
It wasn’t a false awakening loop that made me feel trapped or out of control. It was more like some operating system and the interior dreams were separate programs or games.
I remember watching a gruesome dream where other characters / players were using their “dream” powers to collapse/implode another character’s arms at the shoulder. It bled everywhere.
I looked away, but I knew that it was fake. I didn’t know it was a dream, just that the environment wasn’t real. I told myself I could look because of this, but I remember thinking, “Great, now that image is going to be in my head. Now I’ll have some wack dreams…”
Other things I remember about that scene was that it was in a living room with furniture and doorways to other parts of a house. It was carpeted and there were at least two plush couches. Daylight came in through the windows.
I remember one of the old shoes I wear around the house had gotten so worn that I couldn’t wear it because it hurt my feet. I looked in the left shoe and found that the inside sole was wrinkled but hard. This frustrated me because that meant I had to buy new shoes and I hate shopping.
Later, I remember several business cards (all different) being stuck in the driver’s side of the car I was driving. It was a windy day and they flew away when I gave them to another character. I said not to worry since all the information was backed up digitally.
I was talking to Betsy* at an Athens coffee place – Brenen’s I think. She was moving down to Athens to teach and I kept thinking she was only doing it to compete with me (like in the past). I told her how hard it was to find a place that was a decent size and place. (In waking life, this is not true.)
I had many other dreams, but the ones above are the ones I still remember.
* Name has been changed.
So my first dream was disturbing and the second kinda cool.
I vaguely remember walking out of a grocery store (like Meijer) that I just went shopping with Betsy* and other friends. They all got in their car and since I drove separately, I took my own home. It was nighttime.
Somehow, I ended up at “home,” which was my parents’ house pre-2004 renovation. Outside the window, the “neighbors” came home (they weren’t the real neighbors). I noticed the sky was light as if it was late afternoon and my dream almost went lucid because I questioned how that could be since it was just nighttime.
However, the neighbors were running around in a weird way and two of them started cutting down a tree in front of the window with a tree trimmer. One of the men bust through the window and got stuck trying to crawl in. I don’t know why, but I grabbed him and tried to pull him in. Something snapped in his neck and he died.
I was like, WHAT THE? and started to get seriously anxious. Then, the game ended. Apparently, I was testing a dream game and I had to recode part of it because that shouldn’t have killed the character.
During the dream, the neighbors were called the “Walkers.” I thought it was the last name, but when I woke up realized it was probably a Walking Dead reference.
I remember being in a classroom that had windows that reminded me of a high school classroom. I was sitting in the center of the room, along an aisle, which means I was probably late to the class. I usually sit in the front.
I assumed it was a computer programming class since that is what I’ve been taking for almost a year.
A good-looking teacher came in and he looked like a younger, better-looking Tom Cruise. He had the same color of hair and I distinctly remember he had hazel eyes, but a better nose than the actor. I remember thinking in the dream how I’d describe him using the nickname that was the name of the guy from Minority Report. This was mostly because the teacher was from Washington, D.C., and that’s the first movie that came to mind that had Tom Cruise playing a character in that city. I remembered the name was “John Anderton” after I woke up.
The teacher had a great teaching style and really engaged the students. His style reminded me of a teacher that is working with our department in waking life – one who is really passionate about teaching a subject, uses the white board so much (but in a good way) that he erases it with his hand and would find a dry-erase marker in his pocket later that night on the subway.
He asked me a question about the “value” of something and I said, how would I know and that it would depend on who is being asked. He was glad I answered that way and excused himself from the room. Looking around, you could tell the students – even the “slackers” – enjoyed his teaching style. He came back into the room carrying his Australian Sheep Dog in a blanket. He tried to explain that there is a difference between the monetary value and the sentimental value. I impulsively petted the dog’s head as the teacher told the class about how he got the dog.
Later, I remember watching class while lying on a couch in the back of the room. The dog came up and I thought it was going to lay down next to me like I’m used to dogs and cats doing, but it only sat for a second and left to go sniff the other students. The blanket I had on was a light blue fleece one.
I remember thinking, this teacher guy is too awesome, he must have a flaw, like a short temper, OCD, or set in his ways (all things that wouldn’t really bother me). This turned into some random movie trailer where his character was actually secretly rich and he introduced some hot actor to a “rich” life that ended up being dangerous and corrupt.
There was another part of the dream where the students and I were at a party – I was still lying on a couch talking to some other people and drinking from a red cup.
In the other room, some students got in a fight. I remember there was something involving a green glow. One of the involved students said that the now injured student was a “statue.” The guy to my right got a little angry about how the guy who caused the injury didn’t seem to be concerned enough about the situation and asked him if he really thought we’d believe he was a statue.
I remember living with some middle-aged couple and their teenage daughter. I was frustrated because I needed to get ready for class.
The guy was good looking and looked much younger than his real age and was on his phone all the time.
The living room was furnished with the old furniture my family and I had back in the 1990s and I told the guy that my mom graduated in ’71 and the furniture is from that decade. The couch had large brown flowers as the pattern.
Eventually, the wife drove her daughter and me to our schools. However, on the way, I had to stop by Betsy’s* house to help her with her small business. She wanted me to take off work and skip class to help her glue beads and crystal things to advertising cards.
I told her that I was 30 min. late for class already (I was really only about 3 min. late) and that I was free on Wednesdays. I almost said I was free in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but realized that’s when the wife drives me to school.
Well, I got to school and for some reason, I was back in a wheelchair. The wife pushed me to the elevator in this college that looked like a convention center.
Down the hall, someone asked my coworker Juanita*, where Dan* (my boss’ boss in the dream) was and she replied, “At his funeral.” This was shocking because he had died suddenly from a heart attack. The elevator had Arabic numbers and we went to the third floor.
We had to go all the way around the building to get to class and on the way, another coworker, Geoff*, caught up with us. He went to the funeral that was held in a large auditorium that was on the way to class. All the big-wigs were there and they were playing a slideshow on two large projector screen showing Mitch* at work.
* Names were changed