I remember some movement where people wore these purple patches and badges to show they were part of it. The patch was lavender and had a phrase on it in bold, white sans serif font with the first and most prominent word being “No” or “Not.” I told them that it’s bad marketing and if they wanted their movement (which I didn’t agree totally with) to succeed, they would need to choose a symbol and use it instead of a lengthy phrase that people can only read if they know English and are close enough to read it.
There was a scene where I was working for some government job with two others. Our manager was in the room just passing the time. He reminded me of a manager from when I worked at the Census, where he was once in our position and mostly became manager because he length of time in the position. He was mostly there to make sure we did our work and helped answer our questions. We were adults with a good work ethic, so his job was easy and he was friendly. I remember wondering if I could ever have a job like his.
Part of the scene incorporated the noisy rooster from waking life crowing its head off outside of the place we were working.
I remember looking out of a front window of a house and seeing Kevin*, Stephen*, and another guy their age (about 5 years younger than me) that I assumed was a friend of Stephen’s from the military. They weren’t wearing uniforms, but their stances looked military and I already knew Stephen recently joined.
They were standing around a pile of large debris from what looked like a construction site for a house. I remember a door without a doorknob lying on the pile. Kevin was sitting in a lawn chair. The other two sat in lawn chairs on either side of him. Kevin lit a match and threw it onto the door. It caught fire quickly, but I felt it was safe because it was away from where I was and the surrounding trees. Stephen and his friend got up when the fire got bigger. Kevin stayed in the seat as if he knew it couldn’t hurt him.
I noticed what looked like gasoline “leaking” in a drip-like pattern, but it was like it was “falling” onto the underside of the awning over the small porch outside of the house. It “rolled” like a drop on a surface – part of it absorbed into the wood – until it hit the siding. Then, it ignited.
I moved away from the fire and was frustrated because I’d have to go outside in night clothes. There was another person in the house, so I thought I’d get them out first. I decided to call 9-1-1 on the way getting the other person, but couldn’t dial the number. After trying so hard, I realized I must be dreaming – dialing numbers into devices are one of the hardest things for me to do in a dream.
All this did was send me into a false awakening loop that played the same scene, but in different ways. I didn’t have any fear, it was more a frustration that they couldn’t burn crap without this gasoline thing happening.
I remember walking along a beach area at a fair or carnival with a friend. He was an older male, but this was the future, so I might have been the same age. We were there with his teenage daughter who wanted to buy material to make clothing. There were vendors and they were selling handmade and recycled items. It seemed to be a trend. The guy said he thought everything looked “ragged” and nothing looked new like it was when we were young. I said it’s a good thing the younger generation was learning how to have recycled things and to scavenge because their generation will have to face wars over resources, devastation from climate change, having too much trash, etc.
* Names have been changed
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 remember is watching what I thought was going to be new Oz movie, but it ended up being some anime version that just got really ridiculous at the end.
I was there with my parents and my godfather in this large auditorium with comfy seats and an aisle of stars down the middle. Instead of projecting the movie in front of us on the IMAX-sized screen, they projected it on the wall to the left and it was smaller than a normal movie theater screen. There was a part of the wall at jutted out, so the screen was partially distorted on the right. The main screen was covered with 4′ x 4′ sheets of paper in a grid pattern.
I got bored with the movie and went up one level and laid down on some seats and watched the movies past my feet. I looked around and realized most of the audience were guys around my age from all over the “nerd scale” (including some hot nerds).
When the movie ended, the lights came one and all the guys left at once. The lights went down a little later when I was about to leave and one guy (not quite “hot,” but not ugly) kept asking me if I had an Xbox something or other. It took me three times to understand him and I assumed he asked if I had an Xbox username. I told him I only have a PS3.
This turned into a scene where I was interviewing for some job. I was in a tiny cramped office with a table that was cluttered and way too big for the room. There was only one incandescent light, but it lit the room OK, I guess.
The person interviewing me was an overweight black woman in a nice patterned blouse. She looked tired as if she was stressed and had a long day. She looked like someone I might have met before (maybe the interviewer for a job back in 2010). She asked me the normal “what are your strengths” type questions and I don’t remember what I answered, but they didn’t look like they impressed her nor did they appear to hurt my chances.
Then, she asked what I thought about the two (or three?) captured people. I told her I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. She explained that the night before, these people were captured from a boat or something and are being held somewhere.
I told her that I didn’t know enough about the story because I was at the movies the night before. She explained the people were related to her and the place they were holding them was closed, but she was worried they might be getting tortured or something.
I told her I was sorry about the situation and that she should be the first visitor when it opens tomorrow morning. Maybe camp out or something. I wondered if I should have been more emotionally affected by this and wondered if I should fake cry. I didn’t know these people, but was she expecting me to become upset with the situation?
I remember leaving the building the interview was taking place in and ending up across the street. I remember trying to get back across the street, but I was crawling on the ground. The traffic picked up so I had to crawl and keep from being hit. I was successful. The sun went down.
This merged into a dream (same time, continuous) where I was being trained by some other employees at some place I was just hired and it was led by a girl a little younger than me with light hair and a nice-looking guy with dark brown hair around my age. I think there was another guy, but he arrived later and had lighter brown hair and a less confident stature. He reminded me of Stephen*. Everyone was in dark blue uniforms.
We came along what looked like a vault half covered by a red brick wall. Some of us had flashlights and the girl asked me if I remember this. I said I remembered the vault door wasn’t real and the brick was fake, too. The girl moved the brick to the left to uncover the vault door, but she pushed on the left brick wall and the whole wall and vault opened out toward us.
We stepped over what looked like daisy-changed car batteries on the ground into a cement room. There was a keypad on the wall, mounted in a white plastic mounting. The guy served partly as a lookout and the girl started trying to hack into the keypad to open the real vault. The red digital numbers above the keypad started counting down from either 3 or 2:30, beeping with every second. Supposedly, the “batteries” were bombs in disguise and we had to stop the countdown to keep them from blowing. I wasn’t afraid at all because the girl was fantastic at her job. She stopped it with more than a minute to spare.
I don’t remember what was in the vault, but I remember moving on to another vault.
Even before we opened the door, I said, “I think I hear something beeping…” We opened the door to find about 38 seconds left on the timer and was counting down. As we stepped over the bombs, I thought that there is no way she can stop the counter and maybe we should disarm the bombs. She fearlessly started working on the timer. The guys looked less relaxed, but not scared.
I got nervous and said, “You know what, I’m going to leave before these blow…”
I ran across the now empty street to a yellowish/tan brick building. I don’t know why I went in there since the wall facing the vault had a HUGE window and auditorium seating facing it. This auditorium had aisles up the sides with short steps mixed in with inclined paths. The carpet was a saffron/tan color.
I ran past the window and up the left side of the seats to the back. I thought I’d drop if I saw the fire, otherwise, maybe the girl was able to stop the timer.
I remember seeing a fiery glow on the buildings and street signs outside the window. Then the big window shattered outward to the street and random papers and trash from the seats blew toward the street. My ears popped and I dropped to the ground.
I watched as the explosion didn’t look like an explosion, but like a fiery liquid that went in a straight line from the window opening to the back of the auditorium. It was hot, but not fire-hot, and it didn’t flow down onto me in the aisle.
The girl and the two guys jumped over me just then and landed and rolled. They were enjoying this whole thing. They appeared to be on fire, but not burning. It was as if they had a clear protective liquid around them and it was on fire, not them. The protective liquid clung to them like water does in zero gravity (like that video of a wet rag being wrung out on the space station). After the fires died down, I got up and the girl and guys were laughing from the excitement. I was saying how I was worried about dying and one of them pat me on the shoulder and playfully shook me to calm me down and said they had a solution for that. That’s why they didn’t mind the danger. I thought they meant cloning at the time (a subplot of a story idea I had), but I think it was really referencing dying in a dream.
This merged into a dream where I was back in the big movie theater (probably because I was trying to remember my dream while dreaming to write this now).
My “mom” (now played by someone else) wanted to leave and so did I (I was partly another character), but my dad (played by another character and became a “step-dad” character with other children) stayed playing with some old-school video game with some of the guys that were trickling out from the movie.
I had a board game in my hands to carry out with us.
The step-dad character gave me the old-school video game so I could see what was so entertaining. It was shaped like an etch-a-sketch and the moving images looked like an etch-a-sketch mixed with an old dot matrix Nintendo Game Boy. I thought it was neat, but wasn’t overly impressed. I thought it was funny how the strangers really liked it, but then remembered most people my age still like old school video games, so that made the guys my age. If they were younger, they’d probably think the graphics were horrible.
We eventually left and this building was weird. We couldn’t just leave out the first door, we had to go through the building up and down stairs and ladders, etc.
We got to a part where they went downstairs and for some reason, the stairs scared me. I told them I took the elevator up, so why can’t I take it down? I remembered where the elevator was and went toward it.
Then, the gravity shifted. The way to the elevator felt as if it were becoming an incline. I grabbed a hold of what I could, but my shoes were slipping. I pulled myself up to press the button. The button was a “toggle” kind with two round button lights that light red when you press them. The doors opened and I had to grab hold of the spaces between the doors and pull myself up and then grab the back railing to pull myself up the rest of the way to lay against the panel with the floor buttons and let the doors close.
Later, I remember being left behind and I had to climb up scaffolding that had random electronics and I had to take a binder with me, making climbing even harder. I was pissed because when I came through the first time, I took a shortcut. Now it was blocked off.
I gave up and left my stuff up there as I went back down to the main room.
This turned into some Disney kids show where two kid investigators went on adventures. One was played by a young Kenan Thompson. lol
I asked them for help and pointed out how high I climbed – it was next to a ladder lined with a bright yellow tarp material.
The main room we were in was cluttered with a ton of random broken things as well as some mixing bowls. I looked in a large mixing bowl that was on a stove/heater thing. It was a butterscotch colored batter with a human eye that blinked.
Kenan’s character pretended to taste it and a cartoon tongue came out and he said, “Ew!”
There were three monsters in the room. The leader looked a little like that monster with eyes on his hands from Pan’s Labyrinth. He wiped some kind of dripping mud from where his eyes should be on his face and he was missing eyes. He said he’d help us, but they would need our eyes. The lobster/bird monster and a hairy monster silently showed they still had their eyes and only pretended to blind themselves. How would the blind one ever know?
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.
I remember two dreams…
Another nice dream with Stephen*…
…and a weird dream about being in a house, not dressed, and some neighbor came to the door and rang the doorbell. I knew he was dangerous and my family (who were gone at the time, hence the not being dressed part) were worried the guy was someday just going to come and kill them.
I remember getting on the floor and crawling to the door, trying to stay out of sight. I could see that he had some kind of automatic rifle and was getting angry and crazy. He somehow saw me and threatened to shoot through the door. I put on better clothes and opened the door.
I don’t remember the rest.
* Names were changed