Yesterday, I played and accomplished a lot in Watchdogs, played a little of Game of Thrones (I’m looking at the decision trees), and watched some Last of Us playthrough videos.
I remember my friend Jenn having a trip and a room booked on a cruise (small boat, like a commuter version), but she couldn’t go. She offered the ticket to me as long as I delivered her stuff.
In a later dream, it happened again, but she didn’t have a room. I was frustrated because I had no place to store her stuff safely for the three-hour trip. I found a common sink and wrapped up her things – including these beautiful dark blue glass glasses – hoping they didn’t look like things to steal and put them underneath. I charged my phone and found an old flip phone, but didn’t have the right charger for it. A stranger had one and offered it.
I remember visiting my parents and parking right outside of their open garage, but had my lights off. I honked. I remember turning my lights on and saw I almost hit some tall red display cart.
I put my car in reverse to back up, but couldn’t park my car (a button). I woke up getting frustrated that it’s like when I can’t dial 9-1-1 in dreams. Buttons don’t seem to work.
I remember a dream game that had characters (not animated) in a team that reminded me a little of Team Fortress 2. I heard Overwatch is similar, but I haven’t played that, yet. For some reason, the females, like myself, chose normal-sized and normal-looking humans. One girl was way my promiscuous than the rest of us and I actually complimented her on her confidence, despite her constant want for all the women to show more skin.
I remember we were all trying to go over plans and introduce each other in a small dorm room. I found a gold-plated badge with a player’s ID number and knew the two letters were the initials of the player. I asked if anyone’s real name had the initials, “G as in Gregory and H as in……Hotel?”
There was a part where each person got some kind of ring that gave them powers. A tall lanky character said, “The rings have puzzlers, I tell you!” and another character commented how it made them feel “royal.” The big, muscular character explained, “In all my years of casting rings, I have never seen rings form to each finger automatically. They appear to be magic.”
I remember the winners on my runs were always the survivors – not the best players or leaders, but we won by default. The teams I was on (and often led) tended to be raunchy, chaotic, and immature. My leading style in the game was so laisez-faire that I remember pairing up with a guy who would make inappropriate jokes, but never really reprimanded him – I would just tell people to ignore him.
I saw a glimpse of Charlie’s* “world” (as I called it). He had a better team and was a better leader. The pair was of two professional women and the whole team would survive and the “winners” were based on points and leadership.
There was a scene where I was in a uniform/light-weight armor of some sort and running through a grassy environment near Charlie and we had our IDs in text above our heads. I tried to remember his, knowing it was a dream game, hoping I’d remember when I was awake.
It was 108CS4042…. something (it might have been 109 and the number and initials have been changed to protect the identity this Charlie is based on). The numbers following the initials I don’t think were relevant data, but I remembered them because they were near Charlie’s football jersey number, 41. I’m not sure what the first three numbers stood for, if anything.
I remember talking to someone dressed like the main character on Watchdogs and I remember considering the guy a trustworthy acquaintance, despite having people – as well as the federal government – after him.
We were on a city street at twilight just outside a building with a digital billboard and a camera to the right. I thought he was gutsy for standing outside a camera like that, but it wasn’t his face that was being tracked. He hacked things with his phone – with apps that would be cumbersome to load on burner phones – so the SID was tracked instead. He had an app that would warn him when his SID triggered an alarm, so he would have to go into airplane mode and leave the area.
I thought about asking him about that app the next time.
When I woke up, I thought that would be an interesting way to track people who can’t do their activities on burner phones. Facial recognition can be fooled, SIDs probably can as well, but limiting the ability to use a communication device would be a smart way for law enforcement to deter some crimes.
I remember “investigating” Charlie* – trying to get usernames or something – and found a profile with his info on a Russian website. I only knew it was Russian from the .ru at the end of the address.
I was looking into this at “work” (in my dream, it was at what I called my “old” job). Charlie worked there as well in another department. Someone in his department was testing some expandable turret, but it didn’t have enough room in the hall. The room I was in had an angled, but higher ceiling, so I invited them in to test it there.
During the test, the one guy wanted me to look up something on my computer and went over to look at the results before I even got that far. I started getting nervous because I had all this info about Charlie on the screen. I tried to switch screens, go back, SOMETHING…but…buttons don’t work in dreams.
* Name has been changed
One of the many dreams I had last night was this one:
I remember being in a shelter house with Charlie* and a crowd of people. We were given some kind of welcome or intro and released.
Charlie was having some kind of treatment for a medical problem, and the side effects were weird. He excused himself because of it and told me to go ahead without him. I was disappointed because we planned to do this together, but in the end, it was OK because I like independent guys and can enjoy doing things alone.
He left, and I got in a conversation with an old lady. She said that she was going to blow up the place, and I’d know when because her husband would be on his cell phone. I couldn’t convince her not to blow up the place, which she continued to refer to as “a game,” so I went into the small fair we were at to hunt down her husband. I thought his cell phone was either a detonator or she was waiting for a message from him.
I found him looking at an old flip-phone and tried to convince him not to go through with this, to not kill people. He said they weren’t people, they were polygons in the shapes of people. He was helping to end this because he was “tired of this game.”
The couple started bringing people back into the closed shelter. I was worried Charlie was in there and went in to pull him out to safety. He wasn’t in there, so I left while telling people to not go in.
Charlie was on his way to the shelter house holding souvenirs he won in skill-based games. I was happy that the side effects of his treatment ended up saving his life.
* Name has been changed.
I remember being in my parents’ house (pre-2004 renovation) and Charlie* was there talking to a friend of his who was attending college in Toronto and was about to graduate. However, he decided not to go to graduation or couldn’t for some reason. This made Charlie frustrated because he already ordered tickets for a flight and booked a hotel.
This turned into a dream about following my mom across some city after it snowed to a yoga place. I remember jumping and for fun, making the Super Mario jumping sound as I did.
* Name was changed
This song returned in my dreams. I think it was from working on a dream story and using “dream songs” to communicate. Charlie* was in the dream and started singing this.
* Name was changed
Daylight Savings Time + Stress + 2 hours of sleep so I can work the election = Sleep attacks and 10 hours of sleep and dreaming…
It’s weird to feel like I’ve been SUPER busy because the dreams seemed to take place over a week or two, but nah, I literally just slept 10 hours.
I remember weird “game” scenes – one was in a parking lot near a residential highrise in a coastal area. I remember seeing a logo or some graphic from a game on a wooden fence. I got out my phone to take a photo and the graphic was recognized by an augmented reality app. I thought it was cool because it was an interactive scavenger hunt type game.
There was a scene in the game that required problem-solving in rooms with spikes.
The last scene I remember was being at a sporting event on a date with Charlie*. I was on the seat near the steps and people were leaving. On the way, a friend, Gary*, grabbed my backpack to take it with him for some reason. There wasn’t anything valuable in it, but Charlie grabbed it and just simply kept ahold of it. He was stronger than Gary, so Gary wouldn’t have been able to take it without ripping it. I thought it was hot how Charlie didn’t have to get angry or aggressive to “protect” my backpack. He showed strength in a simple way. Supposedly, the backpack was an important part of the gameplay, so he was helping me win the game. Thanks, Charlie. 😉
* Names were changed.