I dreamed a lot last night, but I’ve forgotten most of it…
The top thing I remember is meeting Warren* and maybe Charlie* at a fountain at a park. I remember a tall pedestal in the center, but I don’t remember what was on it – maybe an angel?
I remember the concept was that the fountain was where you can access dreams and memories. Warren was trying to show me his memories or something and I remember being more wowed by the concept and meeting people at a place that leads to other places.
In the dream, I remembered being there before (in 2016?) and it having something to do with Charlie. I wanted to do something with projection and switching projection and didn’t know how. I’ve been working in TouchDesigner lately and thought, “Hey, now I know how to do what I wanted to do years ago! I should look up that post on Facebook about it to remember what it was.” I also wanted to prove that I HAD been here before.
As for any of the dreams or memories entered via the fountain, I vaguely remember a small bedroom or attic with whitish walls and a slanted ceiling. I have forgotten any plots or other details – probably because I was so determined to prove I’ve been at this darn fountain before.
* Names have been changed.
Voice notes while half asleep (better details below):
Across this Great Divide space themed we weren’t a TV show part of it hooked up some kind of device to our backs and it hooked up to something that early adopters used for game video games and they figured out how to hack it so that it turned us into shooters that and used our video game reflexes to shoot enemies they tested it on and I seen that it was interesting that I felt no guilt they are on a ship full of these people that were being trained to go after enemies and I had plans on not only making it through bringing my friends with me I think Charlie was there there was an actor from The Magicians really need scene about blocking and defending it was a nice black guy who warned me about naked people fell asleep after one of the things and a closet if you want to call it that I was just bored
Actually, the song was “New Divide” by Linkin Park and it was the theme song to this TV show. It was a space theme, but the interior of the ship I was on looked like stock Unity assets.
The first scene I remember was stepping onto a platform and I was wearing a baggy gray/blue jumpsuit. Some other people were directing me to stand still – they opened up the back of my suit to get to some device embedded into my back. The people around me added another device to the one I had and it hacked it to somehow hack my brain and it was able to control me.
I remember people in uniforms holding guns running around a corner and I had to shoot them like a video game. They disappeared and numbers came out when I shot them. The people around me made some adjustments and the scene happened again, but some of the people were real. I gave in to the automatic shooting movements and shot and killed the real people. The people around me smiled and said I did a great job. I mentioned to them I liked the fact the hack took away any guilt I’d normally have in this situation. I really felt no guilt or anything really – it was like playing a video game – how often do you feel bad about killing enemies then? I also said these things as a way of putting myself on THEIR level. Make friends with your enemies and authority so they don’t look down on you and are less likely to hurt you.
I was one of many on this ship. I felt I wasn’t there on purpose – like I was kidnapped or something and was making the most of it to eventually escape.
The embedded device was something immersive video game related and everyone participating on the ship had this device, but only the earliest version – so I saw many classmates later because we all tried out the technology as part of our studies.
I remember randomly crawling halfway into a storage compartment because I was bored and I was trying to make people laugh. I said, “This is a nice area to take a nap!” My voice sounded different because of the shape of the space. Some other participant that was friendly and about 10 years older than me crawled all the way into the compartment and laid down and agreed with me. I laid my head on his stomach and we talked about what was going on. He had been their longer and said each test would be harder and they eliminate those who score low or fight the hack – part of testing this involved using anything to emotionally arouse or distract participants – like nudity and whatnot. I laughed saying that I’ve used the internet since I was a kid and that random nudity/sex/etc. is something that shows up all the time. I think I could catch what is going on and ignore it and win those rounds.
The same guy sat near me on some bleachers in a large room as we watched the participants that have been there longer working on a theater performance. It looked like a scene from some 1930s movie with dancing and people in the back with large props and a jazzy singer at a microphone at the front. The director said “CUT!” and I was curious to who it was. It was the actor from The Magicians and I thought, “That’s great! I like his acting and his character on that show.” (I tend to like characters who are ass hole-y, but in the end care the most about those around them, even strangers). I remember seeing Charlie* in a group milling about.
The next part is hard to explain in text since it was the guy behind me VO-ing over the scenes I was watching. It’s kinda how I picture my memories – as some edited piece of film. He told me to pay attention to EVERYTHING. Sometimes the smallest detail could save me in one of the trials. The actors began practicing a fight scene where one guy had only a towel to defend himself. The scenes I saw showed people blocking my view of the actor, then moving based on what he said as he figured out the blocking on stage. Then, the character twisted his towel and used it to block a blow to his face. The guy behind me thought this was about fighting and training. I said it was all about blocking.
Note: This “different types of blocking” theme is actually from waking life. Last semester, I thought it would be neat to make a story/film that looks at how film terms can mean different things. It was also related to something with Warren* which is probably why he showed up later.
So I woke up and recorded the voice notes at this point. I wanted to watch more of this TV show and did, but the scenes weren’t very entertaining.
Went back to sleep…
I remember being in a food line that went around in a zig-zag pattern. Tammi* and Warren* were about 4 people behind me. Warren was making friends and, even though he’s super friendly, I wondered if he had a similar plan to mine. One of the other people kept saying Tammi and Warren were together romantically. Tammi blushed and said they weren’t, but the way she said it made it seem like if they weren’t she wished they were. I like Warren, but I’ve always thought romantic or friend relationship, Tammi and Warren need to stay in SOME kind of relationship because they need each other’s support. I thought maybe she was trying to deny their closeness was because it could be used against them.
I remember being in a small lodging room with a window that looked into space. I walked around, looking at things in the room – there was a phonebook with a scrapbook under it. I would have looked at the scrapbook, but there was another participant resting in the room. He was talking about how some of the trails have Hentai and if I knew what that meant. I wasn’t sure what he was hinting at, but I said that the technology takes memories from our minds, so at least one participant probably watches it.
I’m not sure if this was the same series, but I remember an elevator and floor leveling system. I had gotten to Floor 5 safely but ended up back on Floor 1. Usually, “Explorers” start here and look everywhere and collect fruit needed by the time they get the letter saying they need to collect fruit to get to a higher floor. I was replaying, so I went for the letter and had to look around for something and had no idea where it was. This was while some new storm element was added, making it a timed event.
I saw two participants while looking through large rooms with stacked cardboard boxes near large cargo doors. I haven’t seen them in months. They claimed they just started and I said, “In case you didn’t know, it’s May.” They actually didn’t have any memory of the past few months.
Kinda dream scene:
It wasn’t a full dream, but part of the technology involved gloves that either make your emotion more positive, more depressed or no emotion at all.
* Names were changed
I remember scenes from a videogame-like game that had something to do with an interior of a large spacecraft. There were different levels (heights) and I remember trying to do something to win and failing.
I was in a store – like a Walmart, but not. I remember being in that store in other dreams, but not in waking life. I was looking for placemats for my kitchen table – blue and white ones. They weren’t normal ones but rounded square paper ones. There was a cute guy in the aisle looking for something and we talked, but I can’t remember what we talked about. I remember the music was really loud for that aisle and was some 1960s/1970s song.
I went to the next aisle and Charlie* was there. We chatted and I said how interesting that the music was blaring in the aisle next to us, but this one was quiet.
Later, I remember trying to check out before the store closed.
The only thing I remember was that one of the characters wrote “J.D.” on EVERYTHING. I’m pretty sure the first name was Joe and I think the second name was Darling, but I have trouble with names. This dream was the first one I forgot. Luckily, I wrote it down when I woke up.
I’ll probably use this last dream in a story.
* Name has been changed.
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 more 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.