I remember writing up a project proposal for school and it was something really simple and uninteresting about whether visual learners are more likely to share photos and videos or post text updates more on social media.
One scene involved me looking at some web tool that helped with organizing notes showing a visual image representing the sizes of tasks and folders. A good-looking guy sat to my right and a little behind me and pointed at it saying he used it “in Afghanistan.” I assumed he was a veteran.
Later, he did something non-violent, but not-quite-legal and went on the run. He drove me out to a place on the highway that was lined with trees – palm trees, I think. He said he had to leave me there and I was to return the car somewhere. I remember thinking it sucked I didn’t get to know him better, but that I’d randomly bump into him a few years from now and be happy he was OK.
This turned into a scene where I was in some mall and had to leave for some reason and just started walking toward the exit. Some woman in business casual clothing looped her arm around my left and started pulling me back. I struggled to keep my balance, but a guy came up to my right side and looped his arm around my right arm and they carried/dragged me. The woman wanted me to help find the vet. I told her I didn’t know where he went and didn’t have access to any tools that would help track him down because I’m not in law enforcement. They led me to a display of computers in the middle of the mall outside a tech place and the woman logged in using her credentials and expected me to hunt down the guy.
Then, I woke up.
Note: There was a quote in this dream as well as the last that I was supposed to remember, but I can’t remember. I’m sure they both would have to be triggered to be remembered. It’s weird to know there’s something I can’t remember, but should…kinda like names.
Another thing I remember was a false awakening where I was in my old apartment and thought some guys had gotten inside while I was still in bed. I think I said, “Hello?” so they knew someone was there, but I can’t remember what they said and in the dream, I assumed it was a hypnogogic hallucination, anyway.
I can’t remember the order…
I remember being in a “dream game” designed to look like a city (I’ve been playing Watch Dogs in waking life) that reminded me of a combination of Chicago (from Watch Dogs) and Cleveland (where I went to a conference recently and had to walk and drive through downtown). Part of the dream was in what seemed to be a combination of the lobby of the Wyndham Hotel in Cleveland, the cafe at the Ohio State University’s Ohio Union, and a restaurant/lobby from another dream. It felt like I was at a conference.
There was a part where a security camera video of my dream game avatar choking out a bad guy went viral and people were happy I got rid of the bad guy, but I don’t remember doing it. It was like I had paused to look at my phone “offline” and other programming made my character sneak up on the bad guy while he was ordering food at a counter.
Later, I had to leave and had options, one of which was going to a nearby courtyard, which I thought was a trap and I was going to have to face a gang. I remember avoiding these tall, strange-looking Men in Black “agents.” Like in most dreams they appear in, I didn’t feel they were inherently dangerous or evil, just off-putting and I wanted to avoid them.
I ended up deciding to talk to another type of “agent” – one that seemed like a nice guy my age and was trustworthy. He was good-looking, too. I felt bad, though, because I told him to pick me up at 4:30 p.m. (I think) and I’m surprised he waited for me when I didn’t leave the lobby until 4:45 p.m. He didn’t know where to pick me up, so I had to walk down a block or so (while avoiding the MIB) to get to him.
I woke up around this time and thought, “I have to remember this for my dream journal!” This made the other dreams involve telling people about my dreams.
I remember it being about time travel or a second “run” of a dream where I was tasked with either saving a woman at a BP gas station.or being a witness.
I got there too early, so I went inside the convenience store. I remember thinking it was weird that I stepped DOWN into the store. The store was super dark and for some reason, I thought it was because drug addicts went there and they were sensitive to light or something. I pretended to look for an energy drink at a display.
Later, I remember using the outside restroom. A lot of other travelers were there, including a little older than middle-aged man. For some reason, they were confused they couldn’t open the door. The man tried to and I could see the shadows of him in the light coming from under the door. I mumbled, “Just a minute!” and he started singing, “I’ve gotta pee…”
Later, I thought I had left my cell phone in the restroom, but they turned into stacks of Post-It Notes. I told someone that I knew it was a dream because that explained why the phone turned into Post-It Notes.
I found a string that was like a tough spiderweb band and I pulled on it and it tore a long “crack” in my bedroom ceiling and weakened it enough that the ceiling started to cave in.
“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
I can’t remember most of it now, but I had a long lucid dream last night. I only knew it was a dream because of “inconsistencies” like a desk existing in my office where my bookshelf is and running in my home shoes on ice without slipping.
I remember a short scene where I was walking upstairs in a townhouse apartment thinking in a slightly depressed manner that the bedroom I was going to was going to be my bedroom for the next few years and how weird it will be because I’ll never be in the bedroom (barracks actually, I think) that I had been in for almost a decade. It was a dual feeling of not liking change and being OK with it. I was not the owner of the apartment. It felt as if I were moving back in with parents. I remember a box of belongings on the couch.
I woke up disoriented and thought how weird it was that, for that moment, I was someone completely different with a different back story and anxieties and outlook on life. Dreams like those don’t happen often, but geez, it’s so weird when they do.
There was a character with long ears – maybe a rabbit? It had to go through 2D side-scrolling “puzzle” levels similar to things I’ve seen in Super Mario Maker, but all on one screen like old arcade games. The character could jump, grab, push, and duck like Mario to get through the obstacles. On top of that, the character was a bounty hunter trying to take in another character alive, a character that constantly tried to run away and add obstacles. On top of that, on another level, he had to save a girl character who starts out afraid and unmoving to eventually being an equal partner with the main character getting out of the levels.
After waking up, I thought I’d also have the character drop off the bounty and the couple finds a stray dog character that is attracted to high-pitch noises and afraid of low-pitch noises and later find out that the main character can whistle to train the dog to help get them out of levels.
I was explaining to someone how we’d have to worry less about the Valley of the Uncanny in Dream Tech because we can program it so the person’s mind creates the character (covering up any small things that create the repulsion) and/or program it so the person doesn’t care about the weirdness of the AI characters.
I remember a scene in a shop of some sort and I was geeking out over a 35mm film camera that had raised numbers on dials that went together like gears so you could set them to the proper exposure, and when you wanted to change the aperture or shutter speed it updated the other aspect to ensure the same exposure.
I saw in a reflection that I had a bruise on my left cheek. When I looked closer, I saw the numbers from the camera in my cheek. I assumed I was hit in the face with the camera, but I didn’t remember it.
I remember a scene in a hospital and the floors were just waxed. I remember seeing the prints of crutches and tennis shoes.
Later, I used a phone where 1 was for the speaker and 2 went to another desk. I talked to a guy there and asked about some woman named Nancy. He gave me details about how she was, but nothing too detailed. He got suspicious and I told him I was from IT security doing a random test to see if departments were giving out too much information and that they passed the test with flying colors.
I remember being in a college newsroom and hearing that a new Miami Vice was going to be made. I said I’d do something easy like getting college student and staff’s opinion, you know, “Man on the Street” kind of thing.
I was going to go around some offices in an area nearby that was partly under construction. I found a nice empty office with large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked an area where a new building was being built. There was a vanity license plate on the ground that said, “Miami Vice.”
I looked at the office and wondered if I could move into it. In waking life, my office doesn’t have windows. I watched as construction workers in yellow hard hats and plaid shirts and safety vests work on the foundation for the new building. It was flooded from recent rains and muddy.
The worker on the left who was sitting to get to the place he was working on passed out and started snoring instantly. I assumed he had narcolepsy. Even though he was near the water, he was in a safe position. His coworker woke him up and the guy said he was just exhausted. He then passed out again and a tool he was holding fell in the water. He woke up and reached into the water to get his tool and passed out in the water. His coworker looked down and didn’t know anything was wrong until bubbles came up. He grabbed his clothing and arm to turn his face out of the water, but the coworker passed out as well. I ran from the room telling people to get help for the guys outside and that there might be a gas leak. I remember telling an official about why I was there and what I saw.
I remember experiencing/watching some movie based on a YA novel where there were kids with superpowers. Some became a violent group using their powers to scare people and wreck places. One of the “good” main characters named Miguel tried to avoid them in one scene by pretending to be asleep in his van until the gang left.
One of the gangs had a glass pyramid object that glowed blue and was attracted like a magnet to other “finders” (super power kids). The scene was interesting because after messing up a random car, they found the pyramid was glowing and the person with telekinesis had it float toward where it was being pulled. It pulled over to Miguel’s van where there were several other glowing pyramids. They looked in the van, but he wasn’t there. The strong guy pulled off the side of the van, but he wasn’t there either. He was hiding in the car behind the van, but I woke up before the next scene.
I had several false awakenings as well.