This dream started out as a multiplayer “dream game” and we all had these kickass outfits and lightweight headsets that made half-halos around our heads.
We won a level and my dream started to go a little lucid and I was trying to hop from one floating land mass to another. Sadly, I don’t remember this part too well.
What I do remember is being on a platform with who I first thought was Charlie*, but I really think it was Warren*. I’m having a bad reaction to medicine in waking life that’s messing with my mood and that started seeping into my dream. Warren looked down as well, so ran over to him.
He grabbed me in a long Warren hug – that’s when I realized it was him – he looked like a digital version of himself: same eyes, hair, and skin tone, but a wider chin and body type (more like Charlie). He held me longer than usual and whispered in my ear, “I love you.” I whispered back, “I love you, too.” He then said, “everything will be OK.” I was about to say it back, but I ended up saying, “ditto.”
Later, I went to his cabin in the dream – this one-room wooden place. He seemed nervous to let me even see in and I saw why: He was living with demons – cartoonish characters symbolizing psychological issues he has to deal with. They were off to one side of the cabin and there were maybe five or so. One was a tiny furry ball hiding, looking away in the corner symbolizing psychosis (I think); a demon who I couldn’t get a good look at because it moved from one spot to another so quickly, they appeared as a yellowish white blur; and I think I remember a cowering (or sneaky?) little devil guy who represented guilt, but the biggest one that towered confidently over everyone including Warren was this bulky guy in a leopard print wrestling leotard carrying a large wooden club. He was Depression who found joy in hitting his victims over the head and watching them suffer.
He looked at me and his eyes lit up as if he couldn’t wait to make me his next victim. Now, I wonder if it was not to hurt me just to hurt me, but to hurt me to hurt both me and Warren.
I quickly left and walked to my home in the dream – not sure, why, but it was in a place inside a tent. Partway back, I noticed Depression following me. I picked up the pace and so did he.
I got to my place and closed and locked the door (some latch type). Depression tried to get me to open the door, but I thought if I did, he’d find his way in and stay too long and maybe live there, too.
I never did look behind me, but I know there were demons living with me, too. I’m sure my Depression looks either like myself with the number 6 on her shirt or as an amorphous shape of suffocating black smoke. Sometimes, it looks like a long black dragon that likes to suffocate its victims like a boa constrictor.
Other than that, I dreamed I was designing a school building with something similar to Planet Coaster. I was having fun trying to set it all up. I’m kinda disappointed the game doesn’t exist/all my creative work never existed in a way for others to see or me to add to.
*Names were 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 remember boarding a plane and was on my way to LA for some reason. We could see what the pilot sees on a screen near the cockpit – I thought that was pretty neat. I had a ticket or something with May 11(?) of 2017 (?). I remember scratching out the year, saying it was wrong.
It was night, but what I remember the most was that the buildings we were supposed to fly over were black with orange wirefames (in real life, that would be a fun thing to project on buildings). It actually felt like a plane taking off in the dream. The plane wasn’t high enough, so they tried to avoid the buildings my tilting right, but we were too low and crashed on the right side – the side I was on.
I remember closing my eyes and covering my face to avoid debris. When I opened them, everything was in slow motion and the plane was coming apart into pieces. I couldn’t move (it was probably sleep paralysis kicking in) and I thought it was from maybe the shock or getting hit in the head and that it would wear off soon and I could start making my way out. I didn’t have fear – just like other dreams or things that have happened where I had to take action to save myself and others – I was too focused to feel any emotion. I focused on trying to grab the armrest that appeared to be stable to pull myself up. I counted the seats to the exit (the lights on the rows of seats were white and the exit was red) so I could get out even if the cabin filled with smoke. I thought I could grab at least one person’s arm to lead them out, hoping they’d grab another and start a chain.
I ended up waking up into another dream with characters I don’t know in waking life, but I kept having deja vu moments as I told them about the dream. I kept saying how it was weird I was going to LA since I have no real interest in going there. I mean, I’m in media so most of my classmates and some friends over the years have gone out there, but I’m a Midwest/East Coast person.
I remember being at Polaris mall in Columbus near Christmas. They decked the place out and had Christmas songs playing. I remember walking through an area that was set up like a church with pews and I sang along with the music despite probably bothering people.
I thought, “Wait, wasn’t it just December? How did it get so late in the year?” Then, I remembered a prediction that was made that was supposed to happen by December and I wondered if I should be trying to make it happen or will it happen no matter what and then there’s a part of me that wants to fight it, despite it being something I really want to happen. In waking life, it’s too early to tell, but the prediction is still a possibility and sadly, probably will come down to my actions or neglect.
I somehow ended up in someone’s nice home and remembered I stayed the night – probably some Air BnB thing. I was about to leave and walked toward the door, taking in their Christmas decorating thinking how I don’t have enough energy or time to decorate, but I think it’s great that they did. I then realized I stayed the night, but didn’t explore the house. I thought I’d do a quick walk through when the next tenants came in – a family of four, lead by a nice lady with short reddish blond hair. I surprised her as much as she surprised me and I told her I was just leaving.
This turned into me being in the bathroom of my apartment and hearing someone come up the front steps to my door and knock loudly. Note: in waking life, I don’t have a set of steps like that. I opened the door and went back to the bathroom while this sweaty, maybe drunk, angry lady with her hair tied back and a dirty shirt paced around. I tried to calm her down and de-escalate the situation and she grabbed my shirt and I thought she’d punch me in the face. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t reflecting her mood.
Then, I woke up.
There were other dreams and they were related to the prediction, but they weren’t vivid enough to post.
I can barely remember it now, but I vaguely remember trying to get out and help others get out of some place with maze-like hallways.
I remember getting tasered/shocked by some earbuds. I’ve never been tasered in waking life, but in the dream, I don’t remember pain, but I froze in mid-sentence, my mouth was open, so drool came out, and I dropped because I couldn’t move to catch myself from falling. The earbuds with the electricity shocking me stayed against my skin like a magnet. I found it really interesting while it was happening.
I remember telling others about this dream in the dream and about how I generally don’t run from people in dreams, I plan how to get others out and take down whoever the “bad guys” are through outwitting them or befriending them.
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.