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.
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.
So on Wednesday, I went to COSI’s Dome Lab where my friend was showing off some of his awesome TouchDesigner and interactive art. Before he went up, another group showed TouchDesigner graphics on the dome while using the surround system to make the chairs vibrate. After days of watching and reading about hypnosis (because I’m looking into “hacking the brain” for good), I started to worry about being put in a suggestible state. There is a certain frequency and making your eyes move in a specific way while your body is in a certain position makes you more susceptible to suggestion.
That led me to want to try a project that WOULD actually do this. I would love to use the format to make people more confident and happy and connected to others and less anxious and stressed.
Too bad it made me have this dream and now I’m worried:
I dreamed I made my experiment and showed it off. People liked it enough to share it with others and have me try it elsewhere. They felt more motivated to accomplish their goals. They couldn’t understand where the drive came from, but they didn’t care. In the end, instead of having the confidence to work toward and complete their goals, they started to compulsively and obsessively work toward unobtainable goals to the point of dying or losing parts of their lives. Even I was starving to death trying to fix my project to make sure it didn’t happen to others because I inadvertently hypnotized myself during tests. I was on version 317 by the time I woke up and under 100 pounds.
The dreams I remember were all about trying to stop or catch bad guys.
I remember being with Warren* (I think) chatting in a city on a pedestrian bridge. He was dressed up for some reason and I joked saying he looked as if he were running for office. I looked back to my left to a building with at least two wings and a place where people dropped off people. On about the third or fourth floor, some guy with an “assault” rifle broke out a window. I thought, “Ugh. Asshole. Breaking windows and shit.”
I tried to count the floors and get a location to report to the police. I asked Warren what the name of the place was and he says it was “Civic Center” or something like that. I know of a “Civic Center” on a riverfront and it didn’t look like this building.
The gunman shot at us and a bullet hit the concrete railing we were leaning against – right in between us. He went back inside the building. I remember trying to look over the ledge and to my right to get a better idea of where I was located, but I woke up.
I remember running through a basement hallway. It was a classic old basement of a building with gray glazed floor and walls with dusty fluorescent bar-shaped lights.
I had to push a janitorial cart out of the way that led into another hallway with a storage closet. No one was there and I was relieved. However, I thought, “I must have gotten here earlier this time,” as if I had played this experience before. Warren was in this one, too.
Eventually, a semi-chubby guy came rushing down the hallway, dressed as a delivery guy, holding a taped Amazon box. He headed straight for the supply closet. I stopped him, telling him he’s going to hurt people with the bomb. I asked him why he agreed to it and he said those that made him help pay for his wife’s life-saving medications.
Sometime during this dream, I started to freak out. I remember being close to Warren as if we had worked together for a long time, but when I tried to remember scenes/memories of after catching bad guys, I couldn’t. I expected to be able to remember the “boring” aspects of this hero “game” or life or whatever, thinking that’s where our relationship grew. Since I couldn’t remember, I started to worry they were blocking my memory of those events for some reason and I HATE losing memories and blacking out in dreams.
* Name has been changed.