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.
Note: This comes after a 4-day vacation in Washington, D.C. and marathoning Twilight Zone on Netflix…
I remember being in an underwater “ship” and my job was to help dock our ship with other ships. The docking area was a glass hexagonal opening with glass around it. Something happened and a “crew” and I had to evacuate and run from some other group.
I remember random memories of grabbing red bags to escape before the pursuing group got there. There was also some random memory of being in ski gear and walking over snowy land.
The next part I remember is walking into a hotel-like area with the others in an Asian area. Since there were no windows and everything was connected, it could have been underground or part of some large ship, etc. I remember bowing as if I had gotten into the habit on a previous trip and I remembered thinking I could speak Japanese.
This was a red flag for me. I don’t know Japanese and neither did the character in the dream.
I walked through the area, which looked like it was modeled after Bangkok, but was Japanese, and the place I was walking through I think was something like a brothel. I thought the girls were there for one purpose. My character thought about how I’d style my hair to fit in and how cool the kimonos were. However, there was “background thoughts” that were male and less verbal than my own.
I remember later going into a room and realized what was happening. The “crew” was nearby. I willed the body’s hand to move and pound the bed as a said, “What happened? Where is MY body?”
I felt the guy’s whose body I was in get worried and afraid of this loss of control. One of the more leader-y crew members spoke to me saying they had no choice. To save me and lose my body, they transferred my consciousness into a crew member’s body to share until they had a chance to find another body.
This technology was invented to allow people to experience things from others’ point of views and return to their body. Usually, the second consciousness can just watch and is advised against moving the body. The fact that I did so scared the host. It also made me so connected to the body, that I felt the weight and pain the body felt because I couldn’t withdraw as easily to an observer role.
This showed up when the host was clearing the bed of roleplaying costumes for the other customers. The host wasn’t really into all that stuff. I remember one costume was heavy samurai armor. I was worried that the longer I was in this host, the more of his memories would get mixed with mine and I wondered how the mind would consolidate us into one consciousness.
I remember being in a room with standard gray flat carpet. I was sitting in a chair and chatting with a friend to my right about something. He was the friend who trained me when I was going through CCW training in waking life a few years ago.
In the dream, he was a contractor or engineer or something in charge of updating the structure of some of the buildings. I asked him when a certain building was going to be updated and he said another building had to be updated first. It was something like a play on the Pentagon, like the “Dodecahedron” or something and we talked about the crazy naming of buildings. We joked about how they could be named after people like the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Library, you know, after famous people with at least three names.
A training activity began at the front of the class (a corner of the room). I had a pistol (it was given to me as part of whatever program/job I was in) sitting on the chair in front of me, covered up by a navy blue coat (also part of the program). I remember others standing and one girl saying, “That’s a real loaded gun!” I could kinda see someone pointed a gun at the head of some guy in a chair. I thought, “Duh, this training would not be as good if it weren’t.”
The task was to find out if the guy was lying about being an archer. An enlarged form was to their left, but my vision was blurry. I thought, “Gah. It’s so hard to see sometimes in dreams.” I had a similar form that I was supposed to fill out, but I got distracted talking to my friend. Since it was useless trying to look up his blown up form, I thought I’d use mine for clues as I filled it out.
The others asked questions to see if they could complete the task. I started filling out the part of the form for “education.” I started with Columbus State, frustrated that I wrote so poorly in dreams, and I questioned if I should have put my high school or is that given because I’ve been to college?
I woke up. Frustrated I was leaving a dream at an interesting moment, I was able to go back.
When I “spawned,” I was just outside the classroom door and had to open it. I remember forcing myself to focus on details to keep the dream going and to become more detailed. The room’s wall was glass with a linear design that went through the center. The door had a simple lock and a narrow metal bar as the handle that made a triangle with the door. There was a government seal of some sort on the main part of the door.
I opened the door and went in. The activity was over, but the leading agent guy gave me a shout out for providing the best-trained pilots. I thanked him and thought, “He’s just being nice. The other trainers probably do just as well.”
We broke to go out for physical training on steps just outside the building. (I pictured the blueprint for these.) Outside, it was a city street (probably Washington, D.C., that I just visited in waking life) and the steps were in three sets. We jogged up and down them and the agent guy singled me out to talk as we jogged. He said he meant what he said inside – that the methods I use work well. I explained that I had the pilots perform things over and over, including purposely having their planes stall and have them get out of the stall, so, eventually, the feeling of the plane stalling won’t make them panic and instead, instinctually act to fix the problem without having to think.
I remember so many dreams with snow. One was sleep paralysis where I was almost buried with an avalanche of snow from the sky. I wondered how that was possible and there were “credits” scrolling as I tried to avoid being buried.
In another dream, I remember thinking the snow was “old” and dug at it until I found pavement.
I seriously wish this dream comes true someday. It was awesome.
I found a sci-fi series that already had four seasons and still running that had a female protagonist and was set in the near future. The show dealt with the social and cultural aspects of artificial intelligence. The protagonist was a character that was good, but also had shady connections that required thwarting security.
The show was an “experience” where, if you viewed the episodes online, you could have an immersive experience using Google Cardboard and other apps to add to the story. The Google Cardboard/Oculus Rift parts dealt with seeing the environments the story took place in – one was as the protagonist in an alley and the “game” was pointing out areas that might have a security camera. Another part was playing a detective/law enforcement person and going through “police reports” and listening to interviews (using AI within the website) to fill in the backstory of the characters. While that’s going on, you can add security camera feeds that notify you of when motion is detected. Many are false alarms, but also some scenes that advance the plot and add to the backstory.
IT WAS SO AWESOME. I even dreamed I told my mom about it and tried to get her interested.
Part of that turned into a dream where I was in the protagonist’s character in a flashback. I remember being in her bedroom and that parts were visible from the stairwell in the three-story home.
Outside, in and alley, there was a structure with three garage doors. A friend who was a bit more gutsy with exploring and I got into it through a regular door. We found that there was a smaller garage with one large door within a “shell.” I switched to the gutsy character. As her, I found a side door and used a flashlight to look around inside despite the other character being worried. The space was empty except for a large cart/trailer thing with pieces of wood that were cut to be squiggly and painted orange. I thought they were part of a stage production. I also thought the location would be a good hidden location because no one would know that it wasn’t a three-car garage from the outside.
I remember going into a lab in a college where I worked and some professor came in with a student to have them make up an assignment. I remember being half-asleep (really it was because I WAS asleep) and tried to find a way to appear that I was actually being productive. I remember pulling up a map on my tablet and zooming in. There was also something about turning on more lights in the room.
Later, I was at a weekend conference at OU where I do work in waking life and someone visiting got the school mixed up with Ohio State. She had an OSU store/bookstore gift card and I told her if she didn’t use it online, she should still go up to Columbus because there are free things to see like the library and the museum (it’s free on Sunday) and parks.
I remember trying to figure out if I was in a lucid dream by saying, “If I am dreaming, I can…” and made up things. They would come true for the most part, but some things were not exact.
I woke up in my car outside of some apartments at night. I opened the door and I was parked in a parking lot across from a river and a sidewalk. It was a comfortable temperature (maybe 60s?). Some southeast Asian girl to my left was wearing a coat and sat against my car as if she were waiting for someone. She looked at me like I was weird for sleeping in my car. I probably had the same face because she was leaning against a stranger’s car while they slept in it.
About one spot away, there was a guy sitting in the passenger side facing the river holding a camera or cell phone videoing the people walking by. His friend arrived exiting a pedestrian bridge, holding some guy, helping him walk. It was too dark to tell if the guy was drunk, beat up, or sick.
I remember looking at a great skyline that was partly covered by some trees on the right and considered staying at the apartment for another year because the view was good. I don’t remember what city it was, though. Outside of a general LeVeque Tower-looking building and the open spaces between the buildings (so not a LARGE city like NYC), nothing stood out that I could recognize.
It felt like I was beta testing random games in their first states of development.
One was watching shapes fight some creature from the sky. I first avoided getting involved by acting like I didn’t see it, telling someone I was looking into the restaurant nearby, not out through the window.
I was put into the hero black shape’s position.
In another “dream game,” I was testing to see what would happen if I didn’t go with the narrative. It was programmed well enough to trigger other parts of the narrative to add to the story. It wasn’t “smoothed out” so to speak, so the movements of some of the characters were jumpy because they had to go from far locations to a location near the player (me) to have a conversation. It was the jumpiness that I realized I was in a dream game, so I started talking to characters and going to different places to see what was programmed. I think annoyance was programmed into one of the “guide” characters who was trying to get me to go through a door to trigger the next part of the game.
I tried to start a lucid dream to have stuff to put into a dream story and I imagined my character asking Axel* to tell me a joke I would haven’t had heard so I could post it on Facebook to prove the shared dreaming (a part of the story).
Axel’s character changed into Charlie* dressed in full combat military gear getting annoyed at the task. He made a joke similar to this (I can’t remember the exact wording):
What sound does a terrorist not hear?
My brain is weird, I tell you.
* Names have been changed.
The last dream I remember was super vivid (the last ones always are). I remember searching an area – in Ukraine maybe? – with some other guy. He was older than me and seemed nice enough. We were dressed like soldiers (I even remember having fingerless gloves and wondered about leaving fingerprints), but we were more like journalists who gained access to an area before the military.
We even joked about how we should gather evidence for the investigators. The numbers in this dream correlated with my SSN so I have changed the numbers in this retelling. I remember someone narrating (maybe me) that the area we were in was bombed and so many “terrorists” fled in a way that paved roads that haven’t been seen in two decades are showing through. I moved the rest with my hand as if it were a scale model.
We entered a damaged building and looked around for information and “clues.” I remember seeing a binder with Ukrainian/Russian words which I interpreted as “Housing Prices in Ukraine 1968 to Present.” The guy wasn’t interested. I was because I was curious about how the war affected the housing prices. Plus, what a perfect place to hide info!
There was another binder that was labeled “SMOOTH” and I said I made that one, so we moved on. He opened a drawer and I said that I had kept a three diaries of drawings I wrote in every day (a lie). We found all three and he kept talking about page 4, but I told him to start where the ribbon bookmark was – more like page 23.
The drawings weren’t in my waking lifestyle. The drawings looked as if it told some kind of Christmas story and the guy said it was full of clues like “two doors” and “seven gifts.” One image had many gifts and I asked if he wanted to count to see if it was a multiple of seven.
Then, my alarm woke me up.
I love this idea of numbers and info being hidden this way! It’s like Inception’s safe idea. I might go back and see if this idea appears in other dreams.