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?
From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
Dude with blue hat and beard
“Thanks, but I’m just going to wear the shirt purple tie-dye shirt.”
Homeless girl in the restroom trying to wash things with a weird scrubber.
Don’t want to take this, she’s nice, but she’s desperate. DVD player.
Went back to the parents at the airport. “Have you seen that guy, again? Somebody left this.” It was a DVD file and an audio recording of some time and the guy’s father or whatever said, “These are his REM cycles.” I said, “These are his what?” It sounded like heartbeats mixed in with breathing.
The DVD was partly visual. Something weird was happening with his teeth, but when he would enter the dreamworld, he would go, “Oh, my! Oh, my! What the? This is crazy! This is wild!”
I didn’t say it aloud in the dream, but I was very intrigued by the idea that this guy was part of a program – that he was trying to communicate that I was part of it, too. I just don’t remember and I can’t remember at this time. Well, he asked me in the restroom when I found him, but he asked me something about remembering something and I don’t remember.
Note: The premise of the dream was that this dude with the blue hat and beard cornered me in the restroom and tried delivering me a message. He was surprised I could see him THIS TIME. Also, he was on the run from “agents” and was able to keep one step ahead of them. He told me something that involved remembering, but I couldn’t remember what he said.
Note: I dreamed of this scenario again months later.
I’m not sure if that date is correct, but it was during a time I was having sleep issues and the nightmare combined with sleep paralysis.
I don’t remember a plot, but I remember being creeped out by these Men in Black creatures that kept trying to gain access to my apartment. I don’t remember their faces, but one was taller than the other and they had wide-brimmed hats and suits.
I don’t remember why I was so afraid of them seeing me. I didn’t feel they were harmful or anything. Just…creepy. I also didn’t think about attacking or confronting them as I do with antagonists in other dreams. I remember trying to find a place in my apartment that allowed me to hide from being seen from the windows. I discovered there’s only one place in the whole apartment that I could hide and even thought, “My next apartment will have more hiding places.”
I drank an extra half can of an energy drink (120 mg of caffeine) prior to going to bed as well as a slice of pizza.
I remember being in a hospital room setting and a doctor/nurse that was a tall, healthy, black woman was concerned about me. It’s like she knew I had something fatal or something (in the dream only) and was trying to prove herself wrong because she didn’t want me to die.
In one scene, she asked me to lay on the ground. I told her that would be uncomfortable, so she allowed me to sit. She put her stethoscope to the left side of my right knee and listened. I thought maybe it was a blood clot or something – I mean what can be found listening to my knee?
I later found on the computer that they thought I had some kind of lung problem. I thought that was weird. I couldn’t Wikipedia it because I heard the farther of two doors open. A small man walked in the room – like, 3 feet tall – wearing a suit. I wanted to talk to him, but I felt I had to keep our conversation secret.
I closed the doors, speaking loudly, trying to pretend I was yelling over to the phone. I spoke loudly about closing the doors so people don’t get annoyed with me talking on the phone. In the hallway, there was a doctor-like guy and he just stared at me. He’s the first observer I’ve had in a dream in a LONG time. He was Asian and wearing a suit.
I looked at him as I closed the door and he kinda creeped me out. The short man left and left the door open. I rushed to take the phone off the hook and put the phone to my ear as the Observer came in. I don’t remember him walking in, I just picture him gliding in. It was really strange and creepy and he kept staring at me. I pretended to end a conversation with my mom and hung up thinking I didn’t sell that well.
So the short man didn’t make me think I was dreaming, and neither did an earlier scene when I pointed out a meatball that was plugged into an electrical outlet. But after the Observer scene, I remember walking out of the room and in the doorway, questioned if I was dreaming.
I thought, if I was dreaming, I could put my hand through the doorway wall. I was able to put my finger through it. I got excited and put my hand through the wall.
I walked down the hospital hallway and entered a room. There were four other “patients” there. One looked like he could have been the Observer’s son and I remember at least one other male and a female. I think they were in their 20s.
I told them that it was a lucid dream. There was a sign on the wall to my left and I read it aloud relatively easily and said, “See?? You CAN read in a dream!” Of course now, awake, I can’t remember what the sign said. I think it was a map that showed to exits in case of an emergency.
The group looked at me weird, so I said, “We’re dreaming!! Look, I’ll prove it!” I went to a wall and tried to force my hand into it. It was slow at first and I told them it was because they didn’t accept they were dreaming, yet. Quicker and quicker, I was able to get my fingers into the wall. I grabbed it and ripped it away like Play-Doh. The wall and the piece in my hand had impressions from my fingers, but the piece in my hand became as hard as a wall again. I tossed it to one of the people in the group.
I told them that I needed them to do me a favor: To contact me when they wake up. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen nearby. The paper had notes written on it, so I started writing in the white space that was left.
I told them I’d write my phone number in large numbers so they can visually remember it. I started with parentheses for the area code and told them 7-4-0. I drew a 7, but the downward line curved like a lowercase G and I was worried they’d think it was a 9. So I went back and forth to make it look more like a 7. I wrote 4 and 0 with little problem. Halfway through the rest of the number, I stopped because I realized what I said didn’t match what I was writing. I was writing the correct number, but I said a number with 0-0-0. I said, “Wait, that’s not right.”
I looked up and the group was gone, but some guy that looked like the main guy from Nickelback was walking around nearby looking lost. (Probably a reference to the Pop2K playing three Nickelback songs in a row in waking life.) I thought it was him and thought, “Darn it! A celebrity? He ain’t going to contact me.” I got his attention and explained how we were dreaming and asked him to validate this as a shared dream by contacting me when he woke up. I explained that writing my number hasn’t worked. He pulled out a calculator and said he’d type in my phone number. I said that would be great because it would be something he could remember visually. However, awake, I realized it would have been hard for him to type on a keypad in a dream.
I never got the number to him, but I remember ending up outside of the hospital. While I was in there, I heard about some cult and there were numbers involved. Later, I kept seeing the numbers and symbols. I thought, “Wow, this cult has a lot of members or they chose a naturally-occurring sequence of numbers (like the Fibonacci sequence).” The sequence started with 1-4-1-5 then a higher number, double lower number, then a higher number again.
Seems to be a part of a series of dreams trying to calm down a dream character about the fact that I’m moving near Athens.
I remember showing the character the apartments I am seriously considering renting. I demonstrated my fears of falling and rolling (somersault style) into the ravine.
Later, I was in my parents’ house pre-2004 renovation and some of my old coworkers/friends were there. I was sitting in the doorway between the living room and dining room and the dining room had the old wooden table. I recognized Axel* (God, he is good-looking!) and he said something to Charlie* (I think) who was looking at a computer and trying to figure something out. Axel turned and I said Hi. He paused and as he walked to the other side of the room away from me, he smiled, did a small wave, and winked. It was like he wanted to acknowledge me, but felt uncomfortable walking over because his wife was there somewhere.
A girl with a baby sat to my left and I thought it was Leigh*, but realized Leigh was sitting to my right on the couch and the girl to my left was Axel’s wife.
There was something about a cup of vanilla ice cream with toppings melting in a plastic container (looked like it was from Dairy Queen) and I caught the dripping ice cream and joked that you know I used to be poor when I won’t let ice cream drip. I asked if I could have the ice cream cup and Axel’s wife said “No” and took it from me. I think she made the cups and it was the last one. She obviously wasn’t being mean, just honest.
*Names were changed.