My Facebook post sums it up:
“One of my dreams last night was about a friend betting I couldn’t create a religion and convince people to follow it. I created a nice, peaceful one using archetypes found among world religions and basic psychology. I posted it online and random people started following and teaching it. Then, my friend bet me I couldn’t convince the followers I made it up or even disprove the existence of the fake “god.” My friend won that bet. I have such weird dreams.”
I remember organizing a college organization that was going to be about discussing different religious beliefs. It was supposed to be open and free and interesting and include MANY faiths, but some lady ended up making it a southern baptist group and anything non-southern baptist was prohibited.
I was mad and spoke with a classmate about how this wasn’t the plan and we have to find a way to go back to the many faiths idea. Scott* from high school was there and I mentioned he’d help because he wasn’t religious and was somewhat insensitive. He wouldn’t be against trying to make it a many-faiths thing.
I can’t remember the rest of this dream.
* Name was changed
I remember being in masters classes and making some kind of mechanical thing with electrical charges and lights. I was able to make it look good and made it work the first time. I was the only one in the class who didn’t have trouble building it.
However, I flunked the assignment. The teacher was filling in for the original teacher and didn’t understand the building process. She was an English teacher with a Ph.D. and thought publishing articles in a scholarly journal was the highest achievement in life. I suck at writing essays and hate lit reviews and reading research about something that doesn’t lead directly to something practical. I wrote my paper similar to a news article and the teacher said I failed because I kept getting zeros on her rubric. One of the criteria was not to use certain words on a list I was never provided (the other students had the list from an English class they had last semester with her). I was given a chance to redo the assignment, but I was mad about it.
I even rebuilt the device – it had metal rods and I had to wind copper wire around the rods.
Part way through this, I remember talking to someone in a garage or maybe a hallway(?) and a family member quit her job and got a job at the family bakery. I remember realizing I was on vacation and haven’t checked the assignments for three classes. I tried to get my email on a smartphone designed similar to an old GameBoy – even with the dot matrix screen. Some virus got in it and I thought, “I’ll take care of it later.” However, it kept putting Russian porn model photos on the screen. This was while I was telling someone I couldn’t believe I didn’t keep up with my assignments and he said, “It’s not illegal [to miss assignments].” I said, “I sometimes rather do something illegal than stress about getting these assignments done.”
I wondered why I took on a full class load AND still worked 40 hours a week. I thought about quitting and working at the bakery, which would be less stress. The owner was my father-in-law (I’m not married in waking life). I decided against it because I knew it wouldn’t pay enough.
I remember a scene where I was looking through an old book. The bottom of the pages were falling apart and reminded me of dead leaves.
Matt* and I were at Walmart because I wanted to stop there and at the time, either I was driving Matt home, or he was driving me home.
Well, we were there and I wanted to go to the crafts department and we couldn’t find it. I went through a back door and found a sign saying something about a store selling things from the past was upstairs. There were two elevators. Betty* came out of one and went by us. We went and stood by the nearest elevator and this one girl I’m friends with, stood near the other. I was getting impatient and hers opened up first, so Matt and I decided to go with her.
When we got in, the elevator got smaller and I read that it takes 5 minutes to get to the top and I freaked out because I didn’t think there was enough air for all three of us and I got out.
Then, later, Betty came back and I decided to ride with her. The whole time I was by the elevators I remember hearing static or something like cable wires snapping. They were even louder when Betty and I got in the elevator. She said it was normal and that it always does that. So the elevator started to move and I saw the 5 minute timer start counting down. About 2 1/2 minutes later, the elevator tipped over 30-45 degrees to the right and sent us flying against the wall. We freaked out!
It eventually evened out and it seemed to be stuck, but I looked up and saw a warehouse ceiling as if there was no ceiling for the elevator. It rotated 180 degrees and we got out.
Later, I remember being back in the past and at someone’s house when they were having a get together. I found out that it was a New Year’s party. I remember someone that looked like my friend Lynn* in the dream. Looking at an old radio, a bad transmission came through and it was a saxophone playing “Auld Lang Syne.”
Earlier, I remember being in Mr. Barry’s* class, but being in Mrs. Green’s* classroom. We turned in our Great Gatsby books, but I forgot to turn mine in and went to the library. On the way, I was bored and did a dancing twirl thing. I remember that it felt like summer.
I went in the library and I thought that the books weren’t there, so I gave my book to a friend who would know where to put it. Then, in psychology class (second period), I played a “Where was I?” game with Marie*. She later left to go to her next class and this other, older girl that was sitting in my usual seat asked to play, but we didn’t have enough time. I took another seat at a desk and someone scooted me up close to a TV screen. I said, “I don’t want to be this close.” I scooted back. Scott* sat behind me and to my left and he put his hand on my left shoulder. I think we were going out in my dream. Well, in the class we watched The Road to El Dorado.
* Names have been changed.
I remember a red rose..then being in the van with Dad driving and a friend (girl) and Steve* sitting in the back seat and we stopped at some food place or gas station..I went out toward the bigger parking lot and there was a bunch of melting snow and ice on the ground..I saw Hannah* (who worked there) peeling some of the ice of the black top, she later explained to me that it was fake ice..I ended up helping her..then, I went back to the van and knew the four of us were supposed to go to a movie and I had a mustard colored piece of magazine type paper with a list of 40 movies I’ve always wanted to see, but haven’t and we decided to go see #40..but when I got back to the van, Mom and my aunt were there and so were Ronda* and Harry* and other friends I sat down and said that there won’t be enough room, so people have to claim their seat now..oh, and all during this time it was night..
In another dream, I was in a school setting and there was a ghost (one we couldn’t see) that kept opening doors and I used telekinesis to close and open them and to knock books of tables and desks to get on the teacher’s nerves..I also remember having thick books I had to read piled in my room..and something about a yearbook saying Scott* played football..
* Names have been changed.
I can’t remember everything..
Something about keeping blurry pictures of Scott* (I had a crush on him in my dream) playing soccer in a black three-ring binder..a yellow stationary thing..Mark* thought the pictures were of him, he was also on the soccer team in my dream..he tried to get the pictures, thinking I had a crush on him..
I didn’t want to show them to him because the pictures were so blurry it could look like him, and that I did have a crush on him..I remember after playfully fighting with him for awhile, he ended up with his arms around me..and later I found out, he got the pictures from my binder..
I also remember sleeping or laying on an instrument shelf..
In another dream, I told someone, that someone else was mad at me for having pictures of Charlie*..
In another dream, I had a picture of Scott hanging off a jungle gym and I made the picture move like a movie..
Then, in another dream, I was drawing a house or a shop..
* Names have been changed.
First, I remember eating something sitting next to this psycho girl about my age. I had this feeling that she was going to try to kill me, so I picked up two forks and put one in my pocket. The girl tried to attack me, but I tried stabbing her right arm with one of the forks. It didn’t break the skin. I jumped off the table we were sitting on and started running. She ran after me and caught me, so I tried stabbing her again. This time, it broke a little skin and she let me go. I remember running around this stage like area. I ran by tables, through back rooms, turned left, ran, turned left, ran up some stairs to a stage thing, turned left, ran down some stairs, and ran into the table that I ran by earlier. Then, the psycho killer girl grabbed a fireplace poker and went after me with it. I fought back.
In my next dream, I was in an auditorium with friends. I was supposed to take pictures. People came in and the show started. There were about 10-15 people that were supposed to perform, one of which was Scott*.
I don’t remember much, except Scott making the audience laugh. Then, I remember him dragging a red or pink ½ inch thick cord behind him and in cursive it said my name and someone’s I couldn’t read. Someone said it was supposed to be current or past relationships and I said, I never went out with him, which is true. Then, Scott bundled the cord up and tried carrying it while also holding something striped and rolled up underneath his chin.
He walked across the stage. People crowded around and I got in front to take pictures. Later, I remember going backstage where they were showing a movie Scott was in. I always thought he would be a good actor. In the movie, he acted like an old guy reading a newspaper and yelling at someone in the other room while going to the bathroom. All they showed was his feet, which had brown fuzzy slippers on, and his face, which looked like a 20-year-old with movie make up on to make him look old. I also remember being in Mrs. Green’s* room talking about something funny that Scott did.
* Names have been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Psycho Killer Girl.”