I don’t have time to write these out, but here are some notes so I don’t forget to maybe add them to a story I started.
Some dream where I wandered into a “farm” like area with a sign that it was the [can’t remember the first name] C. Smart Center. A guy with bandages on his head came in, closing the gate as if he were keeping something dangerous out. He looked relieved he wasn’t alone and said something about it, but said he was glad he wasn’t the only one sick. I got angry and confused and argued with him I wandered in. I wasn’t told to be there and if I were sick, it was because I was talking to him (if he was sick) so closely.
I remember passing out fliers that cost $12 for some reason. After I woke up, I realized there was a message on them I should have read and could have read since all the dreams I had that night involved reading.
I remember hearing banging coming from the kitchen. I wasn’t dressed, so I covered up with a towel and went to see what was going on. The back door lock was turning as if someone was struggling with the lock. I thought maybe my landlord needed to enter or something, but the door opened, knocking down the trash bin I have blocking the door and the intruder was some dangerous looking guy with missing front teeth. He seemed dangerous, but I think he was smiling more at the fact he was successful at getting the door open than actually wanting to do harm. He had a little of that “observer” feeling from dreams from years ago.
There was a character that said to me that he was trying shared dreaming and I remember thinking I needed to reach out to him in waking life to tell him it worked. I can’t remember who it was and I’m not about to ask every guy I know.
A lucid dream where I was able to read a sign aloud. The grammar was bad, but the logo looked like a V inside of a V – similar to the Viacom logo, but backward and one V was skinny. It was gold and I keep thinking I’ve seen it on some kind of VHS in the past. Later in that dream, I toured a technology area being run by some Asian company. They said we can look all we want because they’ll erase our memories or block what is secret. It made me wonder why would you even WANT to look at something you’ll know you’ll forget and would you even remember looking at all? Would it be erased memories or would it be like alcohol that prevents memories from even being made?
Going with my story, I questioned if we’d give consent and if we forget giving consent to having our memory erased, would it really be ethical and really be consent? I mean consent in research projects, etc. usually is something you can know you made a decision to do and can change your mind. If you don’t remember giving consent or even remember what you gave consent to, how would that even work? What if what you volunteered to forget is a threat to your life, which you could remedy, but only if you knew the cause and existence of the threat?
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.