To help my memory and creativity, I’ve decided to start writing in this journal again and adding some old notes from other dreams.
Last night, I remember there were “agents” searching for me. There was a group of them as if I’d be hard to catch or something and they were led by one guy. Another guy came to warn me and we ducked into an abandoned store.
I didn’t feel afraid of the group or guilty or anything, but I knew I had to try to run. The guy who warned me was way more concerned than I was.
I was about to go out a back door when a girl yelled my first and last name from outside the front door. I stopped to talk to her because I semi-trusted her. I didn’t know what “side” she was on, but I thought she was a good person and worth hearing out. She didn’t come to warn me about the pursuers as much as just notify me. I told her, “I know and that’s why I’m going out the back.”
I went through a door with one of those security metal coverings and a lever handle that didn’t move and out the back into a city alley. I expected a portion of the group there since it would make sense I’d go that way, but there wasn’t anyone. The alley was paved with old brick and it appeared to have rained earlier. The corners of the sidewalks even had worn yellow “dotted” areas (you know, for the blind?). The storefronts reminded me of the ones on State and Court streets in Athens, but this wasn’t Athens. It felt a little like German Village in Columbus, but it wasn’t there, either. After I woke up, I realized it was similar to a location in a past dream that involved running away from something as well, but I was running in the other direction.
This dream later was played back in a “frame” and it showed how close I was to being spotted, but another character would make me move just in time to avoid an “agent” who comically looked down the alley and into dumpsters for me.
I had other dreams, but I don’t remember them. I do, however, remember waking up and being disoriented. It’s weird to go from dreams with fully detailed environments, developed characters with relationships, and a backstory to waking up looking at my ceiling and remembering what is real and having to understand that all that other stuff never happened and only existed in my mind. Eventually, you get used to the disorientation, but it never stops being disorienting. It’s like when you get used to going out in the cold in a tshirt – it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still freezing.
From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
A place like the Ridges at night. Driving around weird corners and up strange hills. People running in scrubs.
I went up to ask them why they were running and they said they had death threats and something to do with the machines they operate like a CAT scans or an X-ray machines. I asked them if they called the cops and they said no, so I went to go call the cops.
I pictured the bad guy having powers like being able to fire electricity from his hands and my character was a “spiegel” or “mirror,” so I was planning to fire back, but I thought I need to block first. So how do I block? I don’t know how to block, but I was willing to try.
In a classroom, the big TV playing some game. A young woman walked up to the TV, which was needed for the game. I high-fived her and the older guy that also went up to the screen. There was a dog – a big dog – maybe a Rottweiler. I slept on the floor below.
From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
“Pumped full of REM chems and I can’t stop shaking”
I thought this quote from my dream would be great to use in a story. The idea was that the runners have to be given chemicals to get them in and out of REM sleep and an effect would be hypnic jerks making the runner appear to have Parkinson’s Disease symptoms.
I remember being in a “dream game” environment and there were blue lockers everywhere, even on central pillars. I had a heavy black backpack somehow hung on my locker. A female character told me to run because something bad was coming. I wanted to see what this bad thing was and defeat it. I knew I didn’t have time to grab my stuff, so I just hid behind a pillar and watched a moving, changing space/object enter the room. It was crawling on the floor and I didn’t know how to defeat it or if it could hear my heartbeat or smell me. I tried to stealth it by staying on the opposite side of the pillar as it moved around. I don’t remember if I had a weapon, but the scary thing turned into a VERY large, but adorable bulldog. I thought it was clever because it’s cute AND can kill you and I’d feel bad about even attempting to hurt a dog. It was sniffing out my location, though.
This “game” ran a few times and I remember remaking it to have either a wooden or metal bat randomly appear in any of the lockers.
I was telling someone about my 3D interface idea for my final project and they said something similar had been done with a wall mounted shelf and the user would take objects and put them in the shelf to run a specific program. I was like, “I stealing this idea!”
Later, I woke up and realized that was from my own mind. I went back to sleep trying to think how I could use it in waking life. I thought of something in Dream 4.
I remember being in a mall similar to the one on E. State Street. The floor had square brown tiles and the storefronts were openings to “dream games” or environments. I would love to use this in waking life as ways people could go from a landing page to other programs. Second Life used signs and boxes as portals, this dream had a seamless entry into the environments.
I kinda wanted to go to the Cincinnati Zoo for some reason, but the opening went down a half-mile path under a highway just to get to the zoo. I was thirsty and needed water and thought it was a lot of needless walking, especially without water. I do remember a food truck that was selling flavored ice off to the left of the tunnel entrance that reminded me of the one that was outside the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum back in July.
I took the tunnel and ended up in what looked like a Goodwill store. I was confused because I was trying to get to the zoo. I looked around and there was a kiosk of small novelty pamphlets. One had an image of my dad. I laughed and picked it up and looked through it thinking my dad did some random side project. I looked back and the image changed to someone similar looking, but not my dad. That should have been a sign I was dreaming since I even had a conversation around 3 weeks ago in waking life where Owen told me to look at text or a clock or image, look away, then look back and if it changed, I was probably dreaming. But, of course, I just chalked it up to being wrong in the first place.
I somehow ended up in a “social room” where they are like group chats/rooms in that old Palace program from the late 1990s/early 2000s. The people there were hippies all gathering to write songs about the sun or something and their room reminded me of the 60s/70s – way too much corduroy and saffron-colored things. My Intro to VR teacher was part of the group and was the only one who recognized me.
I randomly yelled out, “BOOKSTORE!!!!!” at him and the others. I had just come up with the idea I’d use the wall-mounted shelving idea where people could place books in the shelf and use augmented reality to access the book trailer, more information, etc. and featured books could be in the shelves on a wall.