In my dream, this song was in my head, but it was loud and actually sounded better and more upbeat than this. There was a part where I didn’t know the lyrics and realized I was dreaming when I made the guy slur the lyrics.
I remember sitting in a helicopter, strapped in with a strap on each shoulder. I’ve never flown in a helicopter, so I don’t know how realistic it was. One weird thing was that I was sitting above the pilot and other passenger and I could only see through a window that was below where I was sitting. I was disappointed because I love heights and wanted to watch as we were flying.
We landed near a place with yellow tape. When I got out, I saw we were in a really pretty city with skyscrapers. The other passenger was some “official” person (I called her a handler in my dream) who was around my age. She was dressed in a nice business outfit and I remember knowing she was a nice person. The helicopter pilot was a good-looking guy around my age and was in a military uniform.
The helicopter guy left and I went to one of the buildings to use the restroom. The toilet wouldn’t flush and the stall wasn’t lit well. I left to have someone else fix it.
The woman checked me into a fancy hotel suite. It looked at least 3 stars, but most likely 4 stars. I don’t remember looking outside, so I think the curtains were drawn. The colors were a nice burgundy and cream color. I kept thinking the room was too large for one person – it seemed larger than one of my past apartments!
I was bored, so I walked around and realized I had been there before! There was a small meeting room across from the bathroom. I went in there and found the materials from the event I remember attending. It was a small training class to go over some management thing. I found a “workbook” with a faded/pastel orange cover with stock photos of people working together. It appeared to have been partly damaged by water and then shoved in a bag or box for months. I found a bag that belonged to a coworker and looked through it. I found two pairs of nice motorcycle gloves and remembered our training session was in the winter and he said he would always forget his gloves there and bring new ones and end up with several pairs. There was also a bag inside that I now I think was a rifle of some sort. The main bad was thin and padded and could unzip almost completely.
Later, I checked what was behind the door to the hotel suite, expecting a hallway. Instead, it led out to the lobby. I closed the door and noticed a taped sign that said “Wet Paint” (or repaint?). I turned to go back to the bed and heard what sounded like a cart being pushed along a wooden floor. I woke up thinking someone was in my apartment.
I have been playing Uncharted 3 recently as well as thinking about how some of the cinematography techniques could be used with 360 video and it ended up in my dream as a 3D/virtual reality version of the hanging train scenes from Uncharted 2. It was AWESOME. I could watch pieces of train fall at me, then look down to watch them fall below me. I was trying to figure out how to make this scene when I woke up.
I remember trying to sleep in a new apartment. My furniture wasn’t there, yet, so I was sleeping on the only thing I had – my couch. The apartment was on an upper floor of a city building. It was converted from some office because the door was a window door with an office lock. I remember trying to sleep, thinking about how similar the windows were to my old apartment, but this one had three windows instead of one. A neighbor started blasting some song and I tried to ignore it since it was the weekend. I thought, “Did I lock my door?” Then thought, “No one is going to just walk in…oh, wait, I would.” So I got up to lock the door.
The kitchen area was created out of the reception desk and was the opposite of my old apartment. The door was across from it, facing into an alcove instead of straight into the hall like my old apartment. I opened the door to check the areas in which I’d be visible to someone in the main hall. My neighbor had a solid white door and I thought I’d ask my landlord for one of those. To my left, there was a public restroom and drinking fountain. This apartment reminded me of an apartment I lived in in another dream.
This dream started out with my mom and I visiting some old lady, but I felt as if we were being held there instead of visiting. I remember being mad that someone took a whole can of my energy drink because I brought it and wanted it.
I looked out the window and the view was of a back parking lot area surrounded by one-story business buildings. In the center, there was a huge crater/pothole with a “tiny village” in it. It looked like a recreation of some old German town, but the buildings were like big dollhouse size.
Later, I found myself in the same location, but the crater was a pond with ducks and rare birds. My mom kept trying to get me to look at some black bird with a white tuft that looked invisible when in the water. Someone called it a Jack-bird or something.
This turned into me watching a standup by a local news reporter reporting on the rare birds. Once they finished, I heard in my earpiece (I guess I was part of the news team?) a conversation asking if the reporter was finished. Since she was, men around the pond started gathering the birds – most were limp (either dead or sleep). They told me the business was moving, but it sounded like they were out to kill the birds. I rushed over and grabbed a white goose – it looked like the Aflac one and tried to steal it to rescue it. I thought I could keep it as a pet if it was still alive – I never checked if it was breathing. A lady I knew from the business looked at me weird holding a goose when she was letting in a cleaning crew. I snuck around the back of the building to avoid more run ins with the staff and the same girl exited the building just as I was passing. She never said anything about the goose, but I made it around to my car – some rental that was a dark gray four-door sedan. I put it in the back seat and remembered looking at the buildings thinking the place has changed a lot over the last few years.
I remember writing up a project proposal for school and it was something really simple and uninteresting about whether visual learners are more likely to share photos and videos or post text updates more on social media.
One scene involved me looking at some web tool that helped with organizing notes showing a visual image representing the sizes of tasks and folders. A good-looking guy sat to my right and a little behind me and pointed at it saying he used it “in Afghanistan.” I assumed he was a veteran.
Later, he did something non-violent, but not-quite-legal and went on the run. He drove me out to a place on the highway that was lined with trees – palm trees, I think. He said he had to leave me there and I was to return the car somewhere. I remember thinking it sucked I didn’t get to know him better, but that I’d randomly bump into him a few years from now and be happy he was OK.
This turned into a scene where I was in some mall and had to leave for some reason and just started walking toward the exit. Some woman in business casual clothing looped her arm around my left and started pulling me back. I struggled to keep my balance, but a guy came up to my right side and looped his arm around my right arm and they carried/dragged me. The woman wanted me to help find the vet. I told her I didn’t know where he went and didn’t have access to any tools that would help track him down because I’m not in law enforcement. They led me to a display of computers in the middle of the mall outside a tech place and the woman logged in using her credentials and expected me to hunt down the guy.
Then, I woke up.
Note: There was a quote in this dream as well as the last that I was supposed to remember, but I can’t remember. I’m sure they both would have to be triggered to be remembered. It’s weird to know there’s something I can’t remember, but should…kinda like names.
Another thing I remember was a false awakening where I was in my old apartment and thought some guys had gotten inside while I was still in bed. I think I said, “Hello?” so they knew someone was there, but I can’t remember what they said and in the dream, I assumed it was a hypnogogic hallucination, anyway.
I remember a short dream that had two parts: The first was a scene where I impulsively spent $5,000 on office space that I had never seen. It was supposedly located in a highrise building with windows in all the offices. The space was going to be small, but I decided to have one for whatever business I started in the dream. I remember being parked in the fifth or sixth level of a parking garage looking at the highrise. It was a really beautiful city – like Columbus or Washington with awesome architecture as well as parks and trees and it was very clean.
The second scene took place in some sort of waiting room. The ceiling was a weird flowing white sheet with “ripples” that reminded me of vertical blinds. Otherwise, it was a normal waiting room with gray carpeting and modern office chairs.
Two of the people were played by actors from Flashforward. The guy sat to my left and the girl was seated almost in the farthest seat she could find. There was a person to his left and a guy to the left of the girl that I included in the conversation. The guy and girl were separated and planned on getting a divorce. The guy was an FBI agent and was a workaholic and the girl was a legal consultant. They were splitting up because they never had time for each other and the girl was suspicious of the guy, thinking he must be cheating on her.
I remember explaining that the guy is just always working – “not working with air quotes” (I said while doing air quotes) – but actually working and he wouldn’t have time to have an affair.
I woke up with this church song in my head. My alarm went off – one that was set to snooze for 5 min. instead of the normal 20 min. I snoozed it and fell back to sleep. The song turned into children and their parents singing a Capella over scenes from a movie where a small town is destroyed by Biblical events like a flood and plagues. The scene I remember most was a school bus that was painted a pale peach color and turned into a “church bus” trying to get through deep water with families (mostly children) inside.