I only really remember two small scenes.
I remember being double parked near some brick building. There was a silver sedan.
Dwayne* was getting some weird spa treatment with what looked like curved plywood with wires covering him on some massage table. He was so happy about it and told me I should get the spa treatment, too.
* Name has been changed
I really need to get back into the habit of writing my dreams down in the morning.
What I can still remember:
I remember being in a hotel for some conference and I remember thinking about how the hotel had that “hotel carpet” that was red/maroon with square designs. I think it was from a memory from a Phi Theta Kappa conference back in 2007(?) at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel. (See this picture, that’s as close to it as I could find.) There was also a white railing on my left with a ceiling area made of windows over the stairs that went down.
I was walking on my knees for some reason. I felt I could walk faster this way and it was fun, so I kept doing it. As I walked, I talked with Dwayne*, who had a really weird foreign accent. I kept asking questions about what has he been up to lately and what he does for a living and why he was at the hotel. We entered an elevator and he avoided talking about his current life, almost as if he wasn’t allowed to talk about it and looked at me suspiciously as if I was trying to gather information about him.
I remember being frustrated that I had an early-morning appointment that involved the swimming pool. I like swimming, but it was going to be a 4-hour event/training/something that was supposed to start at 9 a.m. I don’t like having to actually BE somewhere sometimes, especially on road trips.
In another scene, I remember being in a chair – not sure if I was tied into it or not, but I remember looking at large boards (like the chalkboards that flip and have wheels) with blueprints of a building. There were small rooms near the entrance, then a very large room in the back labeled “Tesnor Enterprises”. It reminded me of “Ticnor” in waking life while in the dream, but now that I’m awake, both “Tesnor” and “Ticnor” do not show up in Google searches as anything I would have seen or heard, so it’s probably just my brain making up words. lol
After I glanced at it, one of the guys in lab coats in the room rolled away the boards. I remember thinking, “If you really want me to remember the blueprint, you’d let me look at it longer.”
* Name was changed.
Note (06/19/2013): I realized “Tichnor” is from the postcards I sell. I haven’t sold them in a while and just started back up again.
This was a weird dream, but the longest and most vivid in days. Helped improve my mood a lot. Probably should have written this down this morning…
I remember waking up within the dream (false awakening) and remembering the feel of the sheets and the pillow and questioning whether I could ever tell the difference between dreaming and being awake. I thought the bed felt like I was in a dream, but thought I was awake. It was in a bare bedroom with off-white walls.
I eventually got up and I was wearing my Edge Walk gray T-shirt (a small that fits like a large – WTF Canadians?) and black night shorts. In waking life, I wasn’t wearing anything near that.
I remember my dad had to work, but already scheduled a vacation (reserved a condo) down in Florida so my mom, my aunt, and I were going to go. My mom wanted me to invite a guy to go down with us. I didn’t know who to invite, but she told me about this smart guy and wanted me to meet him.
I agreed, thinking, at least, he’s intelligent. Yeah….he was a douchebag. He was smart, but he liked to make others feel dumb and not in that “You’re wrong, this is why…isn’t that cool?” way, but a more “You’re wrong and stupid” kind of way.
So my mom, this smart guy, and I were eating at a picnic-style table and he even had a spiral notebook out with random mathematical diagrams. I got a text and a Facebook tag in a post by Sean about a local Science Festival. I received the text around 2:38 p.m. I spent a good portion of the dream trying to find time to fit in an hour of looking around at this Science Festival.
While eating, Dwayne* came in and sat to my right. I’m like, Dwayne! He’d be great to go on vacation with. He’s funny, confident, creative, and smart. (I think he’s gotten a law degree since high school.) So I talked with him for awhile, hoping he’d show the D-bag how someone can be smart, but not rude. I brought up the Science Festival and, although Dwayne isn’t “nerdy” per se, I thought he’d like to go. He asked me why and what was so interesting about science. I was like, excuse me? I came up with something about science being all around us and isn’t he interested in how things worked?
Sometime during this scene, another guy was there. He was a hot guy that I haven’t met before, but he looked familiar. He was a good height, body type, nice face, etc. He had lighter hair than I’m normally attracted to, but I thought he was so good-looking in the dream that it became semi-lucid and I was trying to decide on a fake name for him and could only come up with “Hot Guy.” lol He had a great personality, as well.
I think the D-bag guy turned into small animals of some sort within the dream and I semi-lucidly came up with a way to turn them back into humans. I found an orange/peach D20 and rolled it with the notion that any number would work. That worked except for the time I rolled a 1 twice.
I decided no to go to the Science Festival, partly because I wasn’t dressed for it.
I remember all of this happening in a small town and knew we had to get supplies for the trip in a small town about 15-20 miles away.
Somehow my mom and I were sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of the main street outside of the supply shop. Random people and families started setting up lawn chairs and coolers as if they were getting ready for a parade. One of the chairs a man set up had Charlie’s* last name in waking life. The chairs around had different colors and college and professional sports teams (Ohio State, Ohio University, Penn State, etc.). The chair with Charlie’s last name was black with a Steelers logo.
My dad walked around the corner telling us to get out of the street. We got up and I heard the firetruck about to begin the parade. I think it was a Fourth of July parade. I suggested we get supplies, but I wasn’t dressed to go into the store. I followed my parents back around the corner. As we went around, the Hot Guy went around going the other direction. He looked back and smiled and started singing a verse from some Disney song. I smiled and finished the verse as the scene turned into a locker room.
This turned into a whole other dream where I was dressed in a neat futuristic slate gray uniform. I walked to a slate gray 5-story building that had odd Nickelodeon-like features. As I walked across a street toward the entrance, a young person dressed in a doctor’s jacket and mask saw me. Their eyes got big and he motioned to others who ran off as if I was arriving sooner than expected.
I walked in and all the employees were children (age 6-16?) dressed in lab coats. They were really smart kids – like the ones you see competing at FIRST LEGO League – and all had mannerisms and facial features of adults. I must have looked like someone else who was mean or dictatorial because the employees at this place looked at me as if I was going to bite their heads off. They lined up into two lines and avoided eye-contact and answered with short sentences ending in ma’am or sir. One of the more assertive employees (long black hair, the age of 13 ish?) had me follow her. She led me into a room with Nickelodeon-like machinery.
I walked back to the first room and an adult guy (mid-20s) entered and two kid employees were helping to remove his black leather jacket. He had that “observer” feeling so I instantly felt that I needed to pretend to know what the hell I was doing. Before walking back into the testing room, I looked at the guy – it was Stephen*, but with a nice beard. I left the room and talked with the leader girl with black hair.
I looked out the window and it turned into a helicopter view of a giant Nickelodeon factory/mill/whatever you wanna call it that had tall striped tubes that sprayed water upward, turning into waterfalls. I found out that it was a machine that cleaned the air and water.
Weird dream, but nicely vivid and got to explore a little.
* Names have been changed
I wish I remembered more of this movie in my dream because I remember really liking it in the end.
The basic plot was about an alien invasion and the aliens even used biological warfare against us.
The first scene I remember was where I was playing a mother character in a car. Someone was driving and we were on the highway. I had an 18-month-old daughter with light hair. I held her with her back to the windshield, facing me.
A good-looking guy on my right, my husband in the dream, was wearing camo clothing with pockets, utility belt, knives, water bottle, and a large handgun. He said he didn’t see any aliens and that we might have outrun them. He looked all around. I told him, “above!” and our baby was so smart, she even looked up. I gently angled her head back down and smiled. I didn’t want her to be afraid.
There was a large alien spaceship flying over our vehicle. It almost resembled a “teddy bear” face with the way the elements were designed on it.
To keep her from freaking out, I started singing, “The Wheels on the Bus.” Part way through, I nudged my husband and he tried to smile and sing along. The driver had trouble controlling the car. After running out of lyrics, I started singing, “The Bear Went Over the Mountain.”
It cut to me in my dream looking at artistic renditions of the next scene where the whole family gets killed by the aliens. People were mad that the writers didn’t even spare the baby and I said it was to make us hate the aliens even more.
There was a part of the dream where I was part of the groups trying to survive and considered being part of a team to help my friend, Dwayne*, move to the east coast. My mom tried to talk me out of it. I remember a long field of some pretty bush with leaves similar to poison ivy and it was night time.
Later, I was a leader of a survivor group that ended up getting bad press or something and a lot of other survivors didn’t like me. I remember checking mail in a classroom with my survivor group and found a letter from someone who didn’t like what I was doing and it had the biological agent we were avoiding. It was put on/in these neon green packets and boiled at room temperature. I knew that was it. We were all exposed and most likely would die within hours.
I told the group, “Do whatever the hell you want.” And told those with food rations that they were saving to eat them and enjoy them. I remember using my last moments hugging people and getting to know them. One guy (big muscles, tall) I kept saying that it was weird we didn’t cross paths sooner.
One girl said she knew how to get the antidote and that the sender was the guy who created the neon green felt lining of the trunk of the car in the dream. One character in the movie committed suicide by leaving the classroom and getting an alien to impale her with its scorpion-like pincher. The alien was neon green.
I thought that it was a lame ending to the story and couldn’t understand why so many people liked this story. I found out that there were alternate endings.
Throughout the movie, there were cutaways of people recording music and CDs being made and distributed.
The better ending showed the evil aliens and the humans working with them were overthrown by the suffering humans and how this weird movie was an allegory about civil rights.
The ending sounds confusing and crappy when I explain it here, but OMG I loved the alternate ending so much, I cried. (This only happens in real life with REALLY well-told stories.)
The other parts I remember that may or may not be part of this dream:
I remember being in a house with green worn carpet. The owner of the house looked like Robin Williams with weird hair. He pulled out a large pistol and put it down. I remember a scrap of paper on the ground and found it was the City of Canton torn from a map of Ohio. I remembered creating a diagram with cities torn from the same map and wondered where I’d put Canton.
Later, the man talked about some situation and said he’d “use this” to scare something away. He handed me his gun. It was big and heavy, but I was able to pull the slide easily.
There was another part of the dream where I was in a bad neighborhood and was trying to fix my window on my van, but instead somehow made my back windows roll up and down instead. I remember the parking lot cement barriers being torn up and not straight and the shop I parked in front of was brick and elevated a half story from the parking lot. This town had many hills.
* Names were changed.
Note: Neon / lime green shows up when my subconscious is trying to tell me I’m dreaming. It’s the color I change objects to when I do a reality check in lucid dreams. I call this color “dream green.”
The first set of dreams I had involved, at least, three fake “observer” dreams. I say they’re fake because the observers didn’t have the “observer” feeling and I think I had them because I was writing something similar in a story where someone communicating something important through dreams would say the same thing over and over to make sure the message got through instead of forgotten.
The dream wasn’t crazy detailed. All I remember is Stephen* telling me if I saw squares, he was somehow involved in the dream and Dwayne* was telling me to look for a pattern with movie titles or something.
So the next dream starts with me participating in some experiment with dreaming and I was going through a screening process. I remember sitting in some training room/classroom in a Sears Hardware store. There were a chalkboard and a pull-down projection screen to my left. I was sitting in the middle of the room facing into a center aisle. A nice-looking scientist in his early-to-mid 30s entered the room and sit across from me (on a cushioned stool with wheels that doctors have) with a spiral notebook and did the whole “doctor” thing with flipping through information and clicking a pen to write down something. He looked tired like I was his 30th participant that day and he normally doesn’t get up that early and the coffee wasn’t kicking in. I remember thinking he must be a nice guy…when he’s got some sleep. I can’t remember if he asked me questions, but I remember him touching my face and moving my head around a little as if he was looking at my eyes or skin or something. He wrote something down and looked up at me. I blinked and he suddenly appeared to be calming down from laughing his ass off. I think his eyes were even watering. The way he looked after the blink was if I said something so funny or unexpected that it woke him up and made his day. He couldn’t stop smiling. I remember my face hurting as if I had just laughed for a while as well. I also noticed the projection screen moving a little. He got up and went to the door and opened it for me saying we were done. I looked at him, confused, and said, “You hypnotized me?” He said, “What makes you think that?” I told him about how weird it was that his mood changed in a blink and the screen was moving and he said, “You’re very observant,” and signaled me out of the room.
In the next room, it was in a kitchen area, but desks were set up. I was one of the last people in the class and tried to choose a desk within the “Princeton ’T’” but the only one left was the one by the door I just walked through. We all turned our chairs/desks inward, so I ended up in the back anyway. The class was about trying to move around the limbs of our dream bodies. Most people picked it up quickly and the wheelchair-bound person on the other side of the room was surprised she could move her legs. I had no trouble with the tasks – even the “advanced” stuff like moving both arms and legs at the same time. I was even doing movements over and over and joked, “Is this a fitness class?” Then again, I’ve had other “training” dreams where I’ve dreamed I was learning to use dream technology and had to use my mind to move the limbs and picked that up quickly, as well. We even had to make signs with our hands. One of the signs we had to make using our hands was forming a SQUARE with our index fingers and thumbs. I also remember we had paper bracelets like the ones you get at expos saying you paid or festivals to show you are old enough to drink. The girl next to me had two dark green bracelets laying on her desk. I had (I think) a light green bracelet on and a maroon/purple one on my desk. I often fidgeted with my bracelet. I think that part was from having a lavender bracelet from the expo on Sunday in waking life.
When the class was over, I left last (as usual) and actually ended up cleaning up after the other participants. We had food and I remember throwing out pizza and some other things and stacking plates and bowls. Staying after allowed me to chat with the teacher – my competitive way of standing out in a class. If you sit in the front row and treat the teacher with respect, you can get away with crap like showing up late once or making up tests if you have a good reason for missing class and teachers seem more willing to provide tips on remembering material for tests, etc. The teacher was a nice guy in his late 30s I think. After a while, I knew I was wearing out my welcome and people dressed as french maids were frustrated I was doing their job.
I remember after leaving that I forgot my purse and walked all over the store looking for that room. I remember looking at the brick-like floor in a home improvement area and thought, “Squares!” but then realized the corners were rounded and wouldn’t count as squares. However, there was laminated flooring hanging near some bathroom faucets that would count. I tried to walk past that area, but there was a cart with products in the aisle and four big bags of grass feed or mulch stuff fell onto the edge of the cart, blocking my way. I looked down the aisle looking for kitchen signs, but I saw none. I recognized the far end being someplace I’ve been before in another dream and knew the room wasn’t down there.
There was a weird part where a character that looked like the Baldwin guy in the character of the Capital One commercials tried to help me by bypassing rooms. Some of the ways we tried to go had fiberglass bathtubs laid upside down against a wall.
In another dream, I remember separating two groups of kitchen supplies – one to be thrown away and one to keep. My dad, however, threw out both and when I told him I wanted to keep one group, he claimed it was old and what would I do with it? So I told him I can’t afford to buy new things and some things, like an old flour sifter, was mom’s originally and they don’t make them like that anymore.
After that, I was in a semi-lucid dream where I knew I was dreaming, but I didn’t have the control to change things. I was joining a wedding party on their way to the ceremony. We were in the city near a street and the ceremony was in a lower yard area. Everyone was dressed in a future version of some ’80s styles. I hate ’80s styles, but these outfits were awesome. They had the oversized thing going on with rolled up sleeves, but done in a really cool looking way. My dress was this gorgeous over-sized deep purple dress that was off-the-shoulder and the skirt part was wide and went almost to the ground, but I didn’t have to pick it up and it was a comfortable, light dress. I walked up to one of the guys in a tux and asked, “What part of the ’80s is this?” He looked at me weird and kept walking.
I followed them down some steps and somehow got sidetracked and started walking, then climbing on a white geometric art structure that was built over the yard. It was made out of SQUARES. I felt safe where I was on the structure looking down (I love heights) and I was really surprised the dress was surviving this whole thing. I was 15-20 feet above the ground and thought the only way down was to jump down and do a parkour landing with a roll, but the potential fall scared me, even though I knew it wasn’t real. I saw a girl in a white dress hanging off another part by just her arms about four feet from the ground. I tried to become her in the dream – I don’t know why I thought I could – so I had less of a distance to drop down. I couldn’t figure out how to do it, though. I gave up and woke up on a bench only 15 feet from where I was on the structure. I realized from there that I could have crawled to the sidewalk and walked down the stairs.
In the last dream, I was at some African-American family’s house. I had built puzzles on a small stool before in the dream and I mentioned to the mom that I didn’t know where the stool was. She grabbed it out of a large drawer and put it on the table in front of me. Since it was hidden, I told her I’d want her son’s permission to use it. She said he was upstairs. I told her I couldn’t remember his name. She said it was Tyler and joked later saying that as a joke sometimes they call him Heather. I was about to shout up the stairs when the father started a load of laundry in a room near the door to the stairs. I didn’t think he’d hear me, so I didn’t yell. Eventually, he came downstairs. He was 7 or 8 years old and dressed in a plaid buttoned shirt with beige dress pants. I told him I didn’t want to use the stool without his permission and asked if he mind if I used it. He said, “No. Forever.” I then began to try to build something, but all of the square pieces I normally used were missing.
* Names were changed.