I dreamed that I decided to join the Marines – for the fitness and skills. I remember knowing it would be beyond exhausting and painful, but would have awesome results. (I need this kind of motivation to work out in waking life. lol) Charlie*, who was in the Marines previously in the dream, was worried because we both agreed the country was gearing up for war and it would be one of the worst times for me to join if I wanted to avoid a major war.
I was first put in a small group in a room. I think everyone was female, which confused me since I expected a mix of guys and girls or mostly guys. Luckily, they were all pretty awesome people and we all got along, at least partially. The entire time (about a full day), I assumed we were being tested to see how we handled stress. I saw the others as both allies and competitors because social ranking was still up for grabs and gaining a leader position would hopefully make my life easier.
One scene happened after we went to sleep. Someone opened our door and a bird flew in. The bird had blue in it and I later argued with someone whether it was a blue jay or a magpie because they said we were on the West Coast. It flew in the room waking people out of deep sleep and landed on a person’s head. I got up, half asleep, grabbed a broom while telling everyone, “That’s a death omen, by the way” and kindly shooed it back out of the door, through a lighted room, and outside. I think a couple of guys out there were about to kill it, but I shut the door and went back before seeing it killed. I remember later doing something similar with another animal and I was questioned why I’d leave before the animals were killed. I explained that if a war was coming, I’d eventually see enough death and I didn’t need to see it when I had the ability to leave and no way to save the animals anyway. I remember putting the broom back – it was like the one I have in waking life with an angled brush and I remember getting grumpy/frustrated with trying to lean it against the wall to keep it from falling.
There was another scene where I went outside by another door and found a guy sleeping on a cot. He looked like Tom Cruise with stubble. When I woke up, I realized it was “The Teacher” from previous dreams.
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* Name was changed
I remember my dad telling me to invest money with some company right before they started showing signs of failing. I remember letting a chief executive drive me around talking about the company and drove me around their campus. I remember a brown building with windows that appeared black. I had already done the research and saw they were getting bought out, but by an equally risky company. I decided not to invest.
I remember stores were charging for plastic bags and then, to make a higher profit, told baggers to bag as few items per bag as possible. I told Sean and Kara to bring their own bags to save money. I also remember being at Target and finding some awesome small backpacks that came with a children’s book on sale and told them to come look at them. They were bright red and pink.
At this time, I woke up and couldn’t sleep for two hours.
I remember being in a house with a large kitchen (larger than waking life, but similar setup. A large three-part “pipe” (about 2.5 feet in diameter) attached to the ceiling spun around making a weird noise. It then split into the pieces and fell to the ground. One piece disappeared and I started to question if it was a dream. I remember thinking the word, “pipe” to describe the thing and looked up and the ceiling was missing and had nothing but exposed pipes and wires.
I saw old cat food on the floor and realized I hadn’t fed or seen the cat in days and started to freak out that it died. I started looking for it. I was SO happy that was a dream and there was no dead or neglected cat.
I remember looking for a restroom in some themed shop. It looked like the place was made out of logs. Eventually, someone told me the restroom was upstairs and I decided to go somewhere else.
I somehow ended up outside in a lawn chair talking to a character that was getting their hair cut by someone I went to high school with. I waited to see if the girl recognized me, but she didn’t. I remember first wearing a shirt that looked like that “Pirate Shirt” from Seinfeld and then a navy blue t-shirt with holes in my left sleeve. I didn’t want to wear the shirt because of the holes, but I found that it was the “style” of the shirt. Another girl came over to perform cosmetic surgery on the other character, but almost cut into my face. I pushed them away and said, “I don’t want surgery. She does!” The other girl had markings where she was going to be cut in the face, but it looked like mascara streaks. Later, I remember here having both blood and the black stuff dripping from her hand.
I remember house-sitting for a friend. Someone came to the door and knocked. I said, “Who is it?” and then got mad at myself for saying something. They knocked again, so I thought they didn’t hear me. My friend is great with covering windows, so I felt safe that this person couldn’t see me.
I was wrong. One window’s curtains were open enough for the guy to look inside. He looked like a nice guy, but it was creepy. He went back to the front door and I realized I could see through the door near the ground. The guy said he was returning something that belonged to my friend. He put down a bright red toolbox thing. It fell apart. He awkwardly put it back together as if he was trying to hide the fact that it was broken.
I remember hanging out with my friend Alice* and going to an amusement park. For some reason, I thought of Kings Island, but this was not like that.
While walking to the entrance, I had this weird feeling we were being followed by a male my age. I mentioned it to Alice, asking if she ever talked to the guy behind us. She asked what I was talking about and I mentioned how I felt this guy following us and I think he was in the back seat of the car coming to the place, but I never talked to him or even looked at him.
I felt as if I had been there before, decades ago, with my parents. In waking life, Alice is usually more outgoing than me and is the one to pull me along to do things. In the dream, I remember taking the lead and asking her to follow. She was hesitant.
I remember going through an area with a tall wooden gate.
We exited an area on a raised cement platform. There was a guy (he looked like an actor I’ve seen before) to our left pushing unpopped popcorn that was coming out of a chute.
I remember him being a “ghost” in an earlier run of this program. (By now, I realized this was a re-run of a dream program and the dream became half-lucid.) In an earlier version, the guy played a trickster role. He said something about him being dead and a ghost and I thought, “I hope he isn’t really dead. He’s not that bad of a guy.”
I used the pile of popcorn as an easier way to jump from the platform and told Alice to follow me.
I went up some stairs and into a building. I knew the building was supposed to be like one from some horror movie, so I went to every room and explored the three-story building. Each room was designed to reflect a character. The weirdest one was one of an old lady/grandmother. The doorknob to her room was missing, but there was a small tip I was able to use to open the door.
After all of this, I found out we were trapped. I went to the kitchen for some food.
I later discovered through a TV / seeing it as a movie a couple that had entered the haunted house. They were cool and both were able to take what crazy shit the house gave them and survived well together. I remember in their version, the refrigerator and other kitchen things were all covered with plastic. They could see the food, but couldn’t get to it.
It was supposed to be a surprise to the audience that the girl’s legs were missing (probably due to the house), but I didn’t understand that since many of the shots showed her sitting in a weird position on the stairs as her husband fetched things for her.
Something happened to one of them and the survivor was ridiculed by the people who ran the program for not protecting the other. I think it was the guy who survived.
* Name has been changed.
I remember a scene where I was in a college class, but it was in a studio with high black ceilings with movable lighting. We sat on foldable bleachers.
I remember talking to someone about the TV show Community.
There was a scene with a boat or maybe some weird white coffin-like device with water in it. I don’t really remember.
I do remember the teacher (I guess he was “The Teacher”) saying it wasn’t weird that I was taking the class because even astronauts (he pointed to a classmate) have to take other courses outside of their major.
I generally don’t watch a lot of horror, but I think the Amusement Park dream came from watching Black Mirror recently. I mean, it TRIED to have a neat twist.
I don’t know why Winnie-the-Pooh shows up randomly. There was a dream a few years ago where I watched a movie where a child was being trained to fight “Poohs,” an alien race of yellow bears. “Beware of the Poohs,” the father said.
I remember sitting in a classroom with Kevin* and other people about my age. Our desks were designed into a large rectangle where I was nearly facing Kevin.
There was an open CD or DVD player on my left laying lopsided against a stack of books. The teacher was able to spin it with his hand and later, he put a CD or DVD on the area that it should go and spun it again. I later fixed it to have the title of the CD/DVD to be straight. I don’t remember the words, except that it was all in caps and two words.
The teacher seemed similar to the teacher in a previous dream. I think my subconscious is making archetypes and this was “The Teacher.”
I remember he asked the girl next to Kevin how she and Kevin’s birthdays went. Their birthdays were in mid-April, so I thought it was around May.
Later, I had switched to a seat closer to the front and started taking notes. I remember the compass symbols and, although the teacher said we didn’t have to write them down because they were too detailed, I did anyway because I liked the symbols. I remember writing words as well, but I only remember the word, “Russia.”
There was a small scene where I discovered I was in my parent’s house (pre-2004 renovation) this whole time and the classroom was my old bedroom. I saw Charlie* laying on the couch in the living room and I almost approached him, but I ended up backing up and hitting a desk.
* Names have been changed.
So my first dream was disturbing and the second kinda cool.
I vaguely remember walking out of a grocery store (like Meijer) that I just went shopping with Betsy* and other friends. They all got in their car and since I drove separately, I took my own home. It was nighttime.
Somehow, I ended up at “home,” which was my parents’ house pre-2004 renovation. Outside the window, the “neighbors” came home (they weren’t the real neighbors). I noticed the sky was light as if it was late afternoon and my dream almost went lucid because I questioned how that could be since it was just nighttime.
However, the neighbors were running around in a weird way and two of them started cutting down a tree in front of the window with a tree trimmer. One of the men bust through the window and got stuck trying to crawl in. I don’t know why, but I grabbed him and tried to pull him in. Something snapped in his neck and he died.
I was like, WHAT THE? and started to get seriously anxious. Then, the game ended. Apparently, I was testing a dream game and I had to recode part of it because that shouldn’t have killed the character.
During the dream, the neighbors were called the “Walkers.” I thought it was the last name, but when I woke up realized it was probably a Walking Dead reference.
I remember being in a classroom that had windows that reminded me of a high school classroom. I was sitting in the center of the room, along an aisle, which means I was probably late to the class. I usually sit in the front.
I assumed it was a computer programming class since that is what I’ve been taking for almost a year.
A good-looking teacher came in and he looked like a younger, better-looking Tom Cruise. He had the same color of hair and I distinctly remember he had hazel eyes, but a better nose than the actor. I remember thinking in the dream how I’d describe him using the nickname that was the name of the guy from Minority Report. This was mostly because the teacher was from Washington, D.C., and that’s the first movie that came to mind that had Tom Cruise playing a character in that city. I remembered the name was “John Anderton” after I woke up.
The teacher had a great teaching style and really engaged the students. His style reminded me of a teacher that is working with our department in waking life – one who is really passionate about teaching a subject, uses the white board so much (but in a good way) that he erases it with his hand and would find a dry-erase marker in his pocket later that night on the subway.
He asked me a question about the “value” of something and I said, how would I know and that it would depend on who is being asked. He was glad I answered that way and excused himself from the room. Looking around, you could tell the students – even the “slackers” – enjoyed his teaching style. He came back into the room carrying his Australian Sheep Dog in a blanket. He tried to explain that there is a difference between the monetary value and the sentimental value. I impulsively petted the dog’s head as the teacher told the class about how he got the dog.
Later, I remember watching class while lying on a couch in the back of the room. The dog came up and I thought it was going to lay down next to me like I’m used to dogs and cats doing, but it only sat for a second and left to go sniff the other students. The blanket I had on was a light blue fleece one.
I remember thinking, this teacher guy is too awesome, he must have a flaw, like a short temper, OCD, or set in his ways (all things that wouldn’t really bother me). This turned into some random movie trailer where his character was actually secretly rich and he introduced some hot actor to a “rich” life that ended up being dangerous and corrupt.
There was another part of the dream where the students and I were at a party – I was still lying on a couch talking to some other people and drinking from a red cup.
In the other room, some students got in a fight. I remember there was something involving a green glow. One of the involved students said that the now injured student was a “statue.” The guy to my right got a little angry about how the guy who caused the injury didn’t seem to be concerned enough about the situation and asked him if he really thought we’d believe he was a statue.
I remember being in my apartment, but there was an opening to a balcony where my window is in waking life. I had curtains and they were mostly closed, but through the opening, I saw some “maintenance” guy watching me from the balcony.
After having an unspoken staring match with him, I went out to the balcony to see he was really standing on some walkway/roof of a ground-level walkway connecting the buildings. The balconies on our building and the walkway had no railings.
I went back inside to find other maintenance people saying I had to live in a hotel for a week as they fix the weakening foundation. The sounds I have been hearing were the building falling apart.
There was another dream where one of the characters looked like Tom Cruise. He and another male character tried to enter someplace/attack something dealing with aliens.
The aliens had a machine that would take out part of the attacker’s brain little by little until they give up. The second guy stopped after the first time and I could see pieces of brain hit the ground, but the guy was left unharmed otherwise.
The Tom Cruise look-alike was more stubborn. He attacked, at least, three times before stopping.
The creepy part was the one guy who only had a small part of his brain taken out talking about how he couldn’t remember colors. Like, he knew the concept and there was a thing such as colors, but it frustrated him that he couldn’t DEFINE colors individually.
Later, I was in a group practicing pistol shooting. The Tom Cruise look-alike was there, so I left before the guy missing half his brain picked up a gun.
Note: This Tom Cruise look-alike became a reoccurring character that I’ve named, “The Teacher.”