“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.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
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.”
I remember several dreams…
I remember being at some spa or something in/near a field of green grass. I didn’t think I was supposed to be there, but I enjoyed relaxing in some bed. I saw some woman and a postman walking toward me from a distant building and realized I was half naked, so I grabbed the nearest thing I could find – an old slate gray fleece jacket/sweater from a previous job.
I remember thinking how I had to go somewhere inside a building to pick up my mail, but it has been forever and should just ask the mailman. Then, I remembered I wasn’t supposed to be there, so I didn’t ask and he put mail into an old metal (tarnished and rusted) mailbox that said “U.S. Mail” in sans serif font.
The woman gestured toward the empty, but beautiful field and asked if I liked it there. It reminded me of a scene in a sci-fi movie where the field was there just to keep me calm and the woman was a person/computer-generated character that was there to help me out.
I remember a snippet of a male scientist main character (he wore a long white lab coat) walking around in a lab. A double of him, but with a strange neon green aura (the color that represents dreaming in my dreams). The aura version told the main character to stop fooling himself and that he is dead. He just doesn’t want to accept it. Just as the main character looks like he might finally accept it, he goes back to doing what he was doing. While watching this, it made me question my reality. What if the scientist was me?
I remember being in the student lounge in Baker Center sitting at a table with three guys. One guy was part of a student organization and was writing our names down in some marker that was supposed to be black on the white side of a paper, then turn white on the black side of the paper. The marker didn’t really work on the black side, though.
I remember liking the other two guys. They were good looking. The guy on the left (in front of me) was more my type physically than the other, but the guy next to me on my right had more confidence, so I remember him more and I liked his personality. The group member was trying to write our names down and I told him my first name and the guy on my right gave his last name as my last name. It made me laugh. He spelled it out first, J-O-R-D-A-N. I was like, “Jordan?”
Note: In waking life, I know maybe one Jordan family and the guys in that family look nothing like this guy in my dream. This guy was muscular and had wide shoulders (like, ex-Army). He also had lighter colored hair, which is why I was first more attracted to the other guy, who had dark brown hair.