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.
I don’t remember the whole thing, just that it was the end of the world and I was in a small “colony” of sorts holed up near a river/aqueduct that I associated with California.
I remember being angry at one point. It was when we were growing low on food and the military (and ex-military) members who decided to become THE leaders decided to make a team go out and search for food, water, and other resources. I felt they had made a clique of muscular men all with similar skills and views to be the “survivors” and viewed everyone else as people who could be sacrificed when the food starts to run out. They claimed they were looking for food for everyone, but I didn’t believe them.
What made me angry was the poor leadership decisions. In waking life, I believe in becoming anarchist if the world ever went to shit and everyone would be a “leader” of some sort. Everyone has value and a diverse, cross-trained team would be better than the homogenous group they formed. I kept saying that some others (an old man, a middle-aged woman, a teenager, etc.) and I should be able to help. The military men can be the front “strength” view that other survivors would see so we’d avoid easy attacks, but without diversity, there wouldn’t be any diplomacy. I told them they should have some translators (being California, I assumed we’d run into Spanish-speaking people and none of them knew anything more than English and few words in Arabic/Farsi from their time overseas). I said on top of languages, I have a knack for navigation, exploring, taking inventory, and noticing details others overlook. They laughed and treated me like a child.
I remember being some “evil” spirit in the shape of an orange cube-shaped stone that floated and talked to young people. I vaguely remember having poisonous spiders fall on and line up on the spine of some girl and I was going to have them bite her all at once to paralyze her.
We got to some place called “Fire Lane” where there was a positive presence despite many buildings damaged by freak fires and the spiders fell off.
This dream was inspired by the short film Jiminy.
In waking life, scientists were able to hook up wires/chip to a mouse and control its actions.
In my dream, a law was passed to where everyone had one of these chips put in their brain stem.
People could opt out – it’s America, after all – but were required to get them if they wanted to get a government-issued ID, driver’s license, passport, etc. and criminals were given them no matter what and homeless people had to get them for any assistance.
Most people opted in for “safety” reasons. Criminals could be programmed to drop weapons, made to not want to commit crimes, and depressed people could be programmed to not have suicidal thoughts or at least not physically be able to kill themselves.
It was also to help with addictions that lead to crimes.
So, one night, someone hacked the system and basically made everyone hooked into it kill themselves and others. They’d kill others out of fear because the program made them think their lives were in danger.
There was even a scene where a whole apartment complex were made to want to go swimming at the same time and never surface for air.
I played the main character and never understood why, but the chip I reluctantly received had little to no effect.
I spent the dream running and hiding from the crazy people finding those who weren’t affected either and helping them.
I woke up pissed because I don’t like nightmares, especially ones with a premise and no plot or solution.
Luckily, I fell back to sleep.
I remember a scene where I spoke to someone through a fence and was able to convince them that something was wrong. I told them to ignore their impulses and think things through – did they feel this way the day before? why did they feel this way now?
It made the person focus on metacognition and it seemed to turn off or lower the volume of the chip.
I found out that was why many of us weren’t affected – we were the type to question WHY we thought the way we do and made decisions more on logic instead of impulse.
The last thing I remember was a rising crane shot of a dark city street.
I was about to speak over a loud speaker to get people to think about their thoughts in an effort to turn off the chip.
Then, I woke up.
I remember scenes of saving someone with two others from a burning houseboat on a lake.
The setting was the end of the world caused by pollution. In the survival group I was with, one guy once flew over waterways and dumped leftover Artex into it. I partly blamed him for the end of the world.
I tried to go back into the dream later for more details of the story. All I got was a rising waning gibbous moon that put the time a couple of hours after sunset.
Just like Winnie-the-Pooh, the song “Wheels on the Bus” is becoming a recurring element. I last had it in a dream about an alien invasion and their spaceship looked like a large teddy bear.
This time, I was in a dream space, playing with dream tech. The overall environment and theme were “post-apocalypse.” I stayed in a set of buildings without walls (they were being constructed).
Some group started using my table and I confronted them. I told them I don’t care if they use the stuff because nothing is owned by one person anymore. We’d have to share for survival, but if they planned on just using stuff in the future, “Don’t.” I explained too many others would kill you over objects.
We ate a meal – I think it was baby chicks, but I’m not sure. I remember it had tiny ribs that would get stuck in your teeth and hurt your tongue. I had to dig out the bones.
Later, I was going to act like an insane character because the other players were sane and reasonable. I remember hoarding shampoos and lotions upside down in a beat up car.
I later skipped under (well, on the first floor) one of the buildings. The ground was gray gravel and my feet would slide on the stones. I remember singing/humming “The Wheels on the Bus.” Every time I’d get to one edge, I saw red lasers from guns and someone would try to fire at me from the floor above. I would just turn around and skip and sing to the other side, annoying the hell out of the gun-toting characters.