I remember boarding a plane and was on my way to LA for some reason. We could see what the pilot sees on a screen near the cockpit – I thought that was pretty neat. I had a ticket or something with May 11(?) of 2017 (?). I remember scratching out the year, saying it was wrong.
It was night, but what I remember the most was that the buildings we were supposed to fly over were black with orange wirefames (in real life, that would be a fun thing to project on buildings). It actually felt like a plane taking off in the dream. The plane wasn’t high enough, so they tried to avoid the buildings my tilting right, but we were too low and crashed on the right side – the side I was on.
I remember closing my eyes and covering my face to avoid debris. When I opened them, everything was in slow motion and the plane was coming apart into pieces. I couldn’t move (it was probably sleep paralysis kicking in) and I thought it was from maybe the shock or getting hit in the head and that it would wear off soon and I could start making my way out. I didn’t have fear – just like other dreams or things that have happened where I had to take action to save myself and others – I was too focused to feel any emotion. I focused on trying to grab the armrest that appeared to be stable to pull myself up. I counted the seats to the exit (the lights on the rows of seats were white and the exit was red) so I could get out even if the cabin filled with smoke. I thought I could grab at least one person’s arm to lead them out, hoping they’d grab another and start a chain.
I ended up waking up into another dream with characters I don’t know in waking life, but I kept having deja vu moments as I told them about the dream. I kept saying how it was weird I was going to LA since I have no real interest in going there. I mean, I’m in media so most of my classmates and some friends over the years have gone out there, but I’m a Midwest/East Coast person.
I remember being at Polaris mall in Columbus near Christmas. They decked the place out and had Christmas songs playing. I remember walking through an area that was set up like a church with pews and I sang along with the music despite probably bothering people.
I thought, “Wait, wasn’t it just December? How did it get so late in the year?” Then, I remembered a prediction that was made that was supposed to happen by December and I wondered if I should be trying to make it happen or will it happen no matter what and then there’s a part of me that wants to fight it, despite it being something I really want to happen. In waking life, it’s too early to tell, but the prediction is still a possibility and sadly, probably will come down to my actions or neglect.
I somehow ended up in someone’s nice home and remembered I stayed the night – probably some Air BnB thing. I was about to leave and walked toward the door, taking in their Christmas decorating thinking how I don’t have enough energy or time to decorate, but I think it’s great that they did. I then realized I stayed the night, but didn’t explore the house. I thought I’d do a quick walk through when the next tenants came in – a family of four, lead by a nice lady with short reddish blond hair. I surprised her as much as she surprised me and I told her I was just leaving.
This turned into me being in the bathroom of my apartment and hearing someone come up the front steps to my door and knock loudly. Note: in waking life, I don’t have a set of steps like that. I opened the door and went back to the bathroom while this sweaty, maybe drunk, angry lady with her hair tied back and a dirty shirt paced around. I tried to calm her down and de-escalate the situation and she grabbed my shirt and I thought she’d punch me in the face. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t reflecting her mood.
Then, I woke up.
There were other dreams and they were related to the prediction, but they weren’t vivid enough to post.
“Gah. Got stuck in a semi-lucid dream false awakening loop where the plot was that I was a guide in the anesthetic-induced dream for some guy named Sal or Saul Weinstein or Feinstein from the past while he was in surgery. I would explain to him what the weird sounds were and the sound track was from me. Later, some lady talked said a rhyme about how Kennedy wasn’t elected by one person, that it took many. The hours-long scene ended, and the dream started turning black. I started freaking out because I didn’t know how to wake up. I tried and ended up in front of a house in the late 80s /early 90s and the kids there couldn’t understand why I was frustrated. I tried to wake again and it didn’t seem to change much and I went into this whole spiel about how the place was a poor place and because if that, I have no idea what decade I was in because it made sense that this community would have old cars and no cell phones. I kept saying I was from the 2020s and later corrected that. I wondered if I was dead and was about to accept my fate (being stuck in a lucid dream and traveled through time, getting stuck in the past) when I woke up. Only a half hour had really passed.”
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Daylight Savings Time + Stress + 2 hours of sleep so I can work the election = Sleep attacks and 10 hours of sleep and dreaming…
It’s weird to feel like I’ve been SUPER busy because the dreams seemed to take place over a week or two, but nah, I literally just slept 10 hours.
I remember weird “game” scenes – one was in a parking lot near a residential highrise in a coastal area. I remember seeing a logo or some graphic from a game on a wooden fence. I got out my phone to take a photo and the graphic was recognized by an augmented reality app. I thought it was cool because it was an interactive scavenger hunt type game.
There was a scene in the game that required problem-solving in rooms with spikes.
The last scene I remember was being at a sporting event on a date with Charlie*. I was on the seat near the steps and people were leaving. On the way, a friend, Gary*, grabbed my backpack to take it with him for some reason. There wasn’t anything valuable in it, but Charlie grabbed it and just simply kept ahold of it. He was stronger than Gary, so Gary wouldn’t have been able to take it without ripping it. I thought it was hot how Charlie didn’t have to get angry or aggressive to “protect” my backpack. He showed strength in a simple way. Supposedly, the backpack was an important part of the gameplay, so he was helping me win the game. Thanks, Charlie. 😉
* Names were changed.
I remember playing a dream game where there were “life goals” like getting married, having a kid, etc. Part of the way to get the marriage goal was to have a “love interest character” (played by Charlie*) fall in love with my character. I had to find a way for us to meet.
In the first run, I randomly bumped into Charlie’s father and he invited me on a boat for a family and friend get-together where I met Charlie’s character. I somehow drowned.
In the next run, I met Charlie’s father ahead of time and became friends with him. He later invited me to the boat party and I met Charlie’s character again. I died again – I think from a cut on my hand and it became infected or something.
There were a few other runs and I remember being in a raft and going down a river lined with houses.
In the last run I remember, I became friends with Charlie’s father early, but before the boat party, I rushed in his house and went up to Charlie’s character and urged him to help me meet these goals because I’m not wasting this life because I “wasted too many already.” That phrase even made me think it was weird and Charlie’s character looked at me strangely.
* Name was changed.
I remember leaving a party that took place during the day at a large white house. Grace got in her car and I got in mine. Kristy got in Grace’s car and they were planning a trip to Florida and talked about how they planned to have a great time.
It was raining out and the ground was muddy. Grace was driving her car, but the positions of the driver seat and passenger seat switched so Grace was on the same side as I was. We had our doors open and somehow drove backward without the doors hitting.
Grace got out and closed my door. I planned to let her leave first. Instead, she pushed my car out of a muddy rut. I wasn’t expecting it, so I took a second before trying to back up and turn the car. As I turned the car, I saw in the side mirror and backup camera feed that the yard drops of a steep hill. I also remember a shed, dog house, or outhouse on the drop-off that was yellow with a logo – I think it was exposed insulation.
I stopped before I went off the side and both Grace and I sighed in relief. Then, the car started moving backward, sliding in the mud. It accelerated and fell backward off the cliff and flipped. Once I knew it was too late to do anything, I closed my eyes, prepared for the impact by relaxing my body, and prayed.
I remember being at a house party and flirting with some guy, but obviously, the drunker girl on his left was getting his attention a bit more than I was.
I remember waking up later and cleaning up the house. It appeared that a group of guys all ordered personal pizzas. I thought it was a waste of money and they could have ordered many extra large ones and split them.
One of my biggest fears in waking life is swallowing pills. My throat automatically closes off when I put them in my mouth.
In a dream, I was prescribed a drug that started with a B and ended with “van” and it was a gold gel inside a large capsule. After trying to swallow it several times, it split and turned into two smaller pills. I thought this would help, but decided to go to another room.
It was a different apartment than my waking one – possibly the house the party was at in the previous dream. I remember trying to flip on the light for the living room, but flipped the wrong one and it shut down the power to the kitchen appliances. I turned it back on and they “rebooted.”