This dream started out as a multiplayer “dream game” and we all had these kickass outfits and lightweight headsets that made half-halos around our heads.
We won a level and my dream started to go a little lucid and I was trying to hop from one floating land mass to another. Sadly, I don’t remember this part too well.
What I do remember is being on a platform with who I first thought was Charlie*, but I really think it was Warren*. I’m having a bad reaction to medicine in waking life that’s messing with my mood and that started seeping into my dream. Warren looked down as well, so ran over to him.
He grabbed me in a long Warren hug – that’s when I realized it was him – he looked like a digital version of himself: same eyes, hair, and skin tone, but a wider chin and body type (more like Charlie). He held me longer than usual and whispered in my ear, “I love you.” I whispered back, “I love you, too.” He then said, “everything will be OK.” I was about to say it back, but I ended up saying, “ditto.”
Later, I went to his cabin in the dream – this one-room wooden place. He seemed nervous to let me even see in and I saw why: He was living with demons – cartoonish characters symbolizing psychological issues he has to deal with. They were off to one side of the cabin and there were maybe five or so. One was a tiny furry ball hiding, looking away in the corner symbolizing psychosis (I think); a demon who I couldn’t get a good look at because it moved from one spot to another so quickly, they appeared as a yellowish white blur; and I think I remember a cowering (or sneaky?) little devil guy who represented guilt, but the biggest one that towered confidently over everyone including Warren was this bulky guy in a leopard print wrestling leotard carrying a large wooden club. He was Depression who found joy in hitting his victims over the head and watching them suffer.
He looked at me and his eyes lit up as if he couldn’t wait to make me his next victim. Now, I wonder if it was not to hurt me just to hurt me, but to hurt me to hurt both me and Warren.
I quickly left and walked to my home in the dream – not sure, why, but it was in a place inside a tent. Partway back, I noticed Depression following me. I picked up the pace and so did he.
I got to my place and closed and locked the door (some latch type). Depression tried to get me to open the door, but I thought if I did, he’d find his way in and stay too long and maybe live there, too.
I never did look behind me, but I know there were demons living with me, too. I’m sure my Depression looks either like myself with the number 6 on her shirt or as an amorphous shape of suffocating black smoke. Sometimes, it looks like a long black dragon that likes to suffocate its victims like a boa constrictor.
Other than that, I dreamed I was designing a school building with something similar to Planet Coaster. I was having fun trying to set it all up. I’m kinda disappointed the game doesn’t exist/all my creative work never existed in a way for others to see or me to add to.
*Names were changed.
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 remember having some dream where Warren* was trying to send me a message, but it was in pieces where different words and numbers were on the wall and floor and everywhere and I struggled putting the puzzle together. I only remember a Russian word on a video/image of a Ferris wheel. He tried a few times, ending with some overview of a location with areas highlighted for me to remember.
There was a scene I was on a kiddie train (good luck!!!) and was telling someone my age. They thought I was 22.
This turned into a lucid dream taking place in a modern art museum. I realized I was dreaming, so all of this stuff was from my mind and I should try to recreate the stuff when I woke up. I found out that the pieces were based on the idea that the audience would be dreaming. There was a Mondrian-esque pyramid of squares that turned black when “Paint It Black” was played. The art used sounds, words, and ideas to make the dreamer change the look of the art.
This turned into sleep paralysis with a tall shadow man at my bedroom door. I basically rolled my eyes because I knew I was still dreaming and the shadow people are kinda cliche.
* Name was changed
I dreamed a lot last night, but I’ve forgotten most of it…
The top thing I remember is meeting Warren* and maybe Charlie* at a fountain at a park. I remember a tall pedestal in the center, but I don’t remember what was on it – maybe an angel?
I remember the concept was that the fountain was where you can access dreams and memories. Warren was trying to show me his memories or something and I remember being more wowed by the concept and meeting people at a place that leads to other places.
In the dream, I remembered being there before (in 2016?) and it having something to do with Charlie. I wanted to do something with projection and switching projection and didn’t know how. I’ve been working in TouchDesigner lately and thought, “Hey, now I know how to do what I wanted to do years ago! I should look up that post on Facebook about it to remember what it was.” I also wanted to prove that I HAD been here before.
As for any of the dreams or memories entered via the fountain, I vaguely remember a small bedroom or attic with whitish walls and a slanted ceiling. I have forgotten any plots or other details – probably because I was so determined to prove I’ve been at this darn fountain before.
* Names have been changed.
I stayed up until 5 a.m. playing Detroit: Become Human and ate a brownie right before bed. I have been working with TouchDesigner every day for the last few weeks to get to a point where I can put together my final project which involves augmented reality and projection. I had issues with sleep paralysis right before losing consciousness that involved feeling super cold and hypnic jerks.
My first “dream” involved that one whale in the gym AR demo, but I stripped it down to being just the whale’s spine, added dots along the spine, then controlled the movement with a noise CHOP.
That dream was about 5 minutes, but it seemed like an hour.
Then, I had a long, vivid dream where I was giving a family directions in Columbus. They wanted to take photos and I asked them if they wanted rural or city photos. They wanted rural ones. For some reason, I suggested they check out the Air Force museum out in Dayton and take photos of the rural areas along I-70. We were on a highway – I-270, I think, and I pointed toward the Columbus skyline saying that was east. I pointed in the opposite direction were I think I remember a hill or forests and said, “You’ll want to go west to get to Dayton.”
Note: Yesterday, there was a repeated joke that might have caused this dream: “Where is Engagement, Ohio?”
They followed me to some large area (it reminded me a little of a room my colleague and I presented in last December at the Kalahari Resort in Sandusky) in a building. I remember the lights being off and the sunlight coming in around the doors. There was something about a bookshelf and Warren* was there for some reason. The family knew him from some event he was at. The father joked about “Baby Warrens” embarrassing him. I thought, “If only he knew that I have this thing where if I ever had kids, I’d name the first son after their father.” (Note: we weren’t in a relationship in this dream, it was just a thought.)
Later, these gray fabric covered panels that were dividing the room started to move and an artist that lived in this space was angry at first that we “broke in.” He calmed down, though, and provided projectors to this family to try things. I was jealous in the dream because here are strangers getting free projectors while, *I* – a poor, soon to be unemployed, grad student has to borrow and/or scrape up cash for a projector for my final project. I remember my stress/anxiety coming out as it does sometimes as it does in waking life – I even used a term for it that I used in waking life. That was weird.
* Name was changed.