I guess I’ll put down a little bit of multiple random dreams I remember.
In no particular order:
I remember hanging out with a friend’s family and sitting in the back seat of their small car. Out of nowhere, David* (a new character that looks like a friend from high school that I was wondering a few days ago whatever happened to that guy?) walks up and asks me if I still remember his social security number. I didn’t know why I’d even know that and said no (although I do remember his Ashville telephone number). He said it was ADD-D [letters ] LM-NO. I didn’t understand why his SSN would be letters. He was almost like an observer-character. So if converted to numbers – 144-4 [?]-3456?
Also, sometime in the dream, some guys with assault rifles were shooting at cops from the edge of a forest as the cops tried to talk them down. Behind them, there was some sniper guy that was covered in branches hiding on the ground.
I remember thinking about going to El Vaquero, but decided against it. Instead, I remember getting food from a buffet, but the plates were already made. For some reason, I took broccoli from one plate and noodles from another.
Outside, the “pavement” was made of primary colored weird shaped bricks. They weren’t held into the ground in any way so I fell three times because I had clunky high-heeled shoes on. Had to use a stranger’s car mirror to get up.
I remember being in my apartment and David came to my door and rang the doorbell. I told him I wasn’t dressed for company, but I was really just cleaning up to take the trash out. I felt bed, thinking that this is why my life sucks – I don’t take chances and make the safe decisions. I wondered how my life would have changed had I opened that door.
I remember there was some kind of message or email from Kevin* on the window made with a red window crayon. Somehow the room became a workplace and a co-worker erased the message despite me yelling at her not to erase it.
In another dream, I lived in a dorm room in the same building I worked and a co-worker that didn’t like me trashed my dorm room and put in alcohol (which was forbidden) in there. I remember having to go to some building with blue doors to explain that the things weren’t mine.
*Names have been changed.
Dreamed of a different compound this time. I had to pee in waking life so it turned into remembering a lot about restrooms in the dream.
I remember that there was an “employee” restroom and a “general” restroom and telling people how to find this hidden “employee” restroom, but it made it overcrowded.
There was some presentation as well, led by Charlie* and David*. I remember pretending to not know them for some reason, even though Charlie’s real name was written on the whiteboard. There was a moment when they were speaking and then motioned for me to finish their sentence and I finished it saying that we should look around (meaning the dream space).
I remember something about Charlie working for the City of Columbus. I thought that was cool. In waking life, I think he’s a student or works in a restaurant the last time I talked to him. However, it could have just been that he was working IN Columbus. Just the city was written on the board.
There was something about a fluorescent green fog or haze in the dream – I think this was supposed to make the dream go lucid, but it didn’t.
The fact that I could visualize the map of the compound was pretty neat.
* Names have been changed
I remember living in and going to school in another city that I don’t remember being in in waking life.
I remember the campus had a bunch of old tower buildings made of stone and looked like old late 19th-century churches. I think I lived in one
There was a scene where I was walking into one of the buildings from a side/back door and I remember looking back behind me and it was a beautiful open courtyard with buildings surround it. There was about an inch of snow on the grass and there was a tall tree to my left.
Later, inside, I remember there was a large room and one side was a large wall of old windows looking out over the courtyard. It was an art classroom and a bunch of wooden desks were put together to make one large table. David* was there. He asked me some questions, but I don’t remember what they were.
Another time in the dream, I was trying to find a ride from a shopping center/movie theater (like the Lennox) back to campus. I had no car and depended on local public transportation, but the movie theater was outside of the city and the buses/trains that went out there stopped at 7 p.m. I remember that the highway behind the shopping center was elevated and so close to the center that it looked like it overlapped the buildings.
I woke up and went back to sleep and dreamed a minute of being on a train (above ground) on my way to class/work. There were passengers and one was reading the newspaper. I remember the light coming in was that nice “glossy” light from a snowy day. It was pretty.
* Name has been changed
In another dream, I lived with my parents in their house and they also had some Somali tenant there and he would walk into the restroom when I was using the toilet because he really needed to go.
I was like, “but I’m using the toilet right now, please leave.”
He left, but he didn’t close the door all the way.
I was about to leave the restroom when I noticed outside the window (which was lower and had decorative bars), there was a stray gray cat. I pet it for a short while and then a calico kitten came by and I made a big deal about how adorable it was and how I can maybe try to keep it. I felt bad because I didn’t treat the older cat that way 🙁
What’s worse was that the Somali guy was back in the doorway because he had to pee and I was keeping him from doing so.
I went into the other room and found one of my musical keyboards split in half and in the dirty dishes in the sink. (The broken keyboard was also in the “Thou Shall Not Steal” dream as an item being stolen.) I took it out, frustrated that my dad “keeps breaking it in half” and there was also a white cup of some sort that was covered in a tomato sauce. I was able to clean part of it, but I had to leave to go to class.
Note: After looking around, the “city” and “school” looks a lot like the University of Toronto. I probably drove by it when I visited in 2011.