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.
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.
I had a few dreams where I was hanging out with Warren*. Nothing stands out, though.
I remember working on stuff we are doing at work – turning CT scan turned 3D models into something interactive.
I remember being at an outdoor wedding or event that took place on a pretty grass hill. We were all sitting at picnic tables. Warren* and Tammi* were nicely dressed and I hoped they’d sit at my table, but they sat at a table near the front before they saw me.
I remember eating cake or something with a reddish-purple fruit jelly inside. I kept asking what kind of fruit it was because I am allergic to raspberries and blueberries.
Note: This was also a reference to a dream I might add to this journal where I stopped eating a piece of raspberry cake and offered it to Warren* and Tammi* and Warren* excitedly jumped up and grabbed it. I pointed out where I ate it so he could eat from the other side, but he grabbed the fork and used it and ate the whole thing. I woke up wishing I had that in waking life – someone to enjoy and eat the food I’d normally have to throw out, but also be there when they can’t have certain food and I can.
So after not getting an answer, I shrugged and kept eating because it was tasty and I hate wasting food.
Later, the bridesmaids came out with large robin’s egg blue boxes with bows. There wasn’t enough for all the tables, so our table had to move to nearer the drop-off. I said I’d have to have my back to the drop off because it was so beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to focus. I described what I saw – the hill went down to a small pond and I said there was a fox or wolf or something down there. The wolf ran up the hill and to me and it was this REALLY LARGE wolf-like creature and it was so sweet! I got to pet it and hug it.
I remember driving and getting lost. I looked at an overhead view of the area and a map. One street I needed was Route 278 or Route 782 and it branched off from a large roundabout and I thought it was Athens, but it had a Leveque Tower-like skyscraper. Later, I ended up under an overpass area (looked a little like that one outdoor area of Glidden Hall) and some guy sang me a song. He was really nice.
* Names were changed.
I remember a “dream game” where I had to hide in some restroom stalls. One was on fire. I remember knowing it was a game and tried to shoot a female “enemy” with a rifle of some sort. I felt bad about it because game or not, it was too realistic and I’m not a shooter – I rather stealth, melee, or friend enemies. I remember running from the room and knowing my way out of a maze of stalls.
Later, I remember being some sort of reporter and reporting on unique sporting events. One involved something like volleyball, but with just kicking and the players were not allowed to take their hands off the ground unless moving. Another “sport” was something to do with motorbikes in a canyon, but the people were mad I was there, so I had to sneak up on them. There was one part, too, where someone was looking for me/someone playing a certain dream game. I pretended to be asleep, thinking they wouldn’t know which game I was playing or just normally dreaming. It worked.