Ate pizza and caffeine before bed and couldn’t wake up, so it ended up giving me vivid dreams…
I remember Tim* being in a dream – first time in probably a year. He was really nervous to the point he had to sit and had me sit in specific places at a table. He didn’t want to look at and didn’t want me to look at the mirror in the room. I didn’t understand why. I remember the table was a white table and we were in chairs with wheels. I think there was a large picture window behind me – something that was in every scene, but surprisingly, I never cared enough to look through it to watch people or get a location.
I can’t remember what we discussed.
Later, at the same table, my friend was there testing a Muse “brain sensing” device to see what data showed up. I need to buy one in waking life whenever my school loan goes through.
In another scene, the GRID Lab leaders (my bosses) were preparing a place at another school for a Halloween/VR walkthrough museum sort of thing where there were rows of 10 ft. x 10 ft. (some that went farther back for equipment, etc.) spaces. There was a large fish tank and the fish swam up to me like they do in waking life. One fish looked like it was part dog and I was worried it was going to drown. There were people in there doing a scene, I think, when someone handed me the edge of a sign for the event to stick on the wall. It blocked my view of the scene.
They ended up draining the tank (they saved the fish) to have another space to work in. The room had old faux wood paneling.
Later, I was in a university large classroom with orange seats from the ’70s…or maybe it was a school color and the chairs were from the ’90s? One thing I liked was that the seating wasn’t in straight rows – they actually curved a little. It was still plastic and old soiled material you find in old higher ed schools. I remember another friend coming in and sitting down in a row off to my left – she commented about the color, too.
I was showing off the Kinect and projection in the room doing things like projecting the chairs onto another wall to make it look like there were more chairs and projecting door handles on the door panels so you couldn’t figure out which one was real. The feed glitched every once in a while showing our point clouds and infrared data. I saw people were gearing up to leave through the door I was in front of, so I haphazardly grabbed my stuff to get out of the way. I walked back to the table that was in front of the rows of seats and the first friend looked as if he were sleeping with his head down, using some soft, but thin, craft padding material. I can’t remember if I was wearing a coat or a blanket, but I took it off and handed it to him – it was a really soft and thick material with a funky, but fun design – saying, “This would make a better pillow, but it probably smells like me.” (meaning, I was just really active and I haven’t washed that thing in a while, so it’s probably really sweaty) He took it, bunched it up and used it as a pillow and went back to sleep. I thought it was funny, but still worried about the smell, but ignored my worries I put my tripod and Kinect away.
There were other, smaller dreams, too. But I’ll just add tags and categories.
* Name was changed
I vaguely remember a conference trip with Tim*. There was a weird scene about running out of time or bad timing or something and it gave me an idea for a story.
We got back to this swanky conference hotel a bit late and the hotel staff were weirded out by our presence and almost didn’t allow us up to our room. I remember getting on the elevator near this open indoor balcony area with the stairs. We got off on floor 3 (I think) and I think the elevator went up to at least floor 5 or 6. I remember wanting a photo from the top of the stairs and wanted to take the elevator higher the next day to get an even better shot.
I remember some of the layout of the building and seeing security devices and cameras in the hallways and conference rooms near the elevator. We got to our room which was a neat shared room with king beds – one on one side and one on the other with the heads of the beds against a center wall so there was some privacy. A shared kitchen and bathroom were near the door between them.
I remember wanting my story to be private, but we were sharing an iPod with an Otterbox case on it.
* Name has been changed.
I remember hiding in a house similar to the one I live in during waking life. I can’t remember who I was hiding from. There was a scene where a purple circular tablet thing was in my food in my fridge. A friend found it and I took it and looked at it. I threw it on the ground before it exploded. It wasn’t a big explosion, but it would have numbed my hand and possibly be fatal if I swallowed it.
The blinds are like the ones in my house in waking life where they don’t cover the whole window. A person in the house trying to help me hide put t-shirts up as curtains (this referenced my friend who did this and his wife posted it to FB), however, it didn’t cover the entire window. I remember looking through the open areas and seeing a group of guys in uniform busting into a neighbor’s house looking-for-the-Boston-Bomber style. They had weird large helmets with “MP” on the front. I thought they were looking for me.
I rushed to another room where there was another set of MPs, but they didn’t seem interested in me so I assumed they weren’t after me. I found Tim* on an old cordless phone and I kept trying to tell him about the other MPs and he kept turning away to talk on the phone.
In another part, some “agent” that was helping me out came by before a formal inspection of some sort. There was plaster, plastic from a Muscle Milk cap, and other messy stuff on the floor. She told me I’d need to clean before the inspection. I thought I could easily sweep it all into a dustpan so I said it was no problem.
Later, my upstairs neighbors and their friend who, in waking life, I never got his name, so I call him the “Blond Raven” came down for my birthday party. The girl gave me weird meat – I think it was rotten. The guy and the Blond Raven helped bake pumpkin muffins. I got frustrated afterward because I still didn’t know the Blond Raven’s name.
There was another scene that took place in a rural town where I was telling some guy about how I have always had issues with seeing distance. I can see depth, but my brain likes to compress depth, making it flatter the farther something is. It creates issues with hills because the hill looks taller and steeper than it really is when I look at it head on.
I also remember a scene in a cafe and I had a towel over my head. A staff member saw me and said, “Heather, right?” and then named off something this “Heather” would order. All I can remember is lemonade. I was in a weird mood and corrected her and said, “Everyone keeps calling me Heather, I should change my name.”
I remember Axel* (mixed with Tim*) and some other cute guy keeping me alive after I witnessed them going after and killing some guys in some “mission.” I was confused because they kept talking about killing me, but I always thought Axel was the type to kill me unless he saw me as useful. So I thought they were bluffing. They were mad at me about something.
I remember being in an open classroom and there were a couple of couples in the room and one girl (a friend and coworker in the dream) was getting married. She wanted me to give her feedback on four wedding songs. I liked them.
Later, there was a scene where a couple of us tried to get a VGA connection to a laptop to work. I commented that we went through all of that to go from one aspect ratio to a slightly better aspect ratio. The cute guy next to me leaned over and said, “…and it looks amazing.”
* Names were changed.
I drank a 16-oz. energy drink (around 300 mg of caffeine), but it didn’t have much of an effect so I just went to bed and slept 11 hours. Also, it hasn’t really seeped into my dreams, yet, but I’ve been binge watching Burn Notice.
I remember playing a “dream game” where I was shooting different cartoon characters. And on some characters, there was a magnetic/locking target. Some “official” or “agent” asked me why I shot those characters. I don’t remember what I told him, but when I was telling someone this dream in another dream, I said the characters were “Winnie-the-friggin’-Pooh.”
Note: This is becoming a strange pattern and I have no clue why my subconscious has focused on this cartoon.
I remember being outside in a desert-like area and some tall structure was being built to my right. It was a combo of steel and rock. The rock pillars all had large heads. I called them “Aztec” in the dream, but they were more like the heads on Easter Island. My hands were close together – They might have been bound. I don’t remember wanting to walk, but being forced to. I thought it was weird that no one seemed to notice the faces and thought maybe I tend to look up more often than others…maybe because I’m short.
The dream turned into another one that took place in a large warehouse store. The inside aisles all had pets, including tiny goats and deer. My hands were no longer bound and I went around petting the animals. I started to worry because I didn’t wash my hands and wondered if I was spreading disease between animals as well as myself.
I ended up where I needed to be – in an office supply area. I looked for note cards or Rolodex cards or something and found some. I ended up buying them for Sean, who I met (with Kara) at what I think was Perkins in London.
I remember a vague scene where I was being interviewed by a woman and man in suits in a room with large glass windows overlooking the interior of a building. They were excited about “storage options” as in data storage. I worked for a software company in the dream and they were excited about the possibility of using me to get their hands on the storage. They asked me about how I use their storage. I said that I didn’t and use a different company. Their mood changed and I obviously didn’t say the “right” answer.
This started out in a dream where I was doing some kind of surveillance in a dark room with blue and red lights and monitors that showed basic graphics. I remember having large headphones on watching a waveform as I listened to grainy audio. I remember text being on the screen, but I didn’t read it.
I started to daydream a story idea and it turned into another dream.
I and Charlie* (I think) were helping some human-looking aliens that were helping Earth people develop space technology lead a tour of recruits. The interior of the spaceship was similar to the room I was working in with blue and red lighted elements. I also remember trash bins being in good locations and I remember eating and getting rid of the trash quickly. I remember thinking it’s good I got in the habit of throwing away trash quickly, otherwise, I’d have too much crap in my hands.
At one point of the tour, we all had our innate superpowers activated (one per person). To demonstrate this, I flew. I thought the scene of me, a short person, rising above the small crowd would be an interesting scene. Charlie (or Tim*?) pulled me back down because I was wearing a black dress that was too short to really be flying above people’s heads.
Also, flying wasn’t my power. I was a “Spiegel” or “mirror” and was using someone else’s flying power. I flew later, but I had to keep up with the person who was the flyer because I would lose that power if I got out of range.
Note: This continues the idea that I need a reason to ever fly in a dream.
* Names were changed.