I remember having some dream where Warren* was trying to send me a message, but it was in pieces where different words and numbers were on the wall and floor and everywhere and I struggled putting the puzzle together. I only remember a Russian word on a video/image of a Ferris wheel. He tried a few times, ending with some overview of a location with areas highlighted for me to remember.
There was a scene I was on a kiddie train (good luck!!!) and was telling someone my age. They thought I was 22.
This turned into a lucid dream taking place in a modern art museum. I realized I was dreaming, so all of this stuff was from my mind and I should try to recreate the stuff when I woke up. I found out that the pieces were based on the idea that the audience would be dreaming. There was a Mondrian-esque pyramid of squares that turned black when “Paint It Black” was played. The art used sounds, words, and ideas to make the dreamer change the look of the art.
This turned into sleep paralysis with a tall shadow man at my bedroom door. I basically rolled my eyes because I knew I was still dreaming and the shadow people are kinda cliche.
* Name was changed
I remember losing a tooth and looking at it curious about the roots. I realized that was a common dream theme, so I did a reality check – I made a red shirt that was hanging on the handle of a vacuum cleaner in the bedroom in my dream turn green. I was like, YES I’m dreaming. I then woke up in another dream, not realizing I was still dreaming and getting mad I didn’t try these random “tasks” I wanted to do in my next lucid dream.
I remember having some art show and presentation at some place. The art (shirts?) was picked by someone else and I didn’t think it was good because I considered it unfinished or rough, but others loved it. My presentation was about visually representing mental illnesses in film, graphics, and fashion design. I was nervous because I had NO TIME to create a presentation.
I remember seeing Warren* before the art show in the lobby of the building.
* Name was changed.
This song was in a few dreams and I woke up with it in my head. Not sure how it was related to the content of the dreams, if at all.
Recent dreams had:
* Name was changed.
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 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.