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.
So I recently found pink Rockstars (energy drinks) at an independently-owned gas station and I haven’t seen those in 6 months! So I think these dreams came from drinking those, plus work stress, homework stress, writing a NaNoWriMo story, etc. I even had hypnic jerks prior to falling asleep.
I remember starting a relationship with the actor Chris Evans after meeting him on an online bulletin board website. In waking life, I (a) don’t meet guys online to start relationships and (b) think Chris Evans is hot, but he doesn’t necessarily fit my “type.” The closest to my type (personality wise) that any of the characters he’s played has been the main guy on Captain America. I don’t get star struck so it wasn’t like, Oh, my god! I’m dating a Hollywood actor!” It was more like, “I’m dating a nice guy who happened to be an actor in California.” I kept questioning why he liked me as much as he did.
I remember going to some place with white walls and there was a round pillar near the front glass doors. On the way, there was some song about smelling nice. Once I got into the building, an old male friend randomly stopped me in the hall and got really close, bending over my right shoulder, and said I always smell nice. He was so close, I could feel the heat radiating from him, but he didn’t actually touch me. I thought it was nice of him to say that, but I didn’t believe him. I don’t wear perfume or anything and thought I might smell from taking out the trash, eating something weird, or getting gas, not cleaning my jacket enough, etc.
I remember sitting on a lawn chair next to my mom and we were just relaxing, watching the sunset over some lake. Sean comes over from behind us and hands me a large tree branch with orange and red leaves. He told me to do something with it and I found that it was two branches.
I untangled them while sitting in the lawn chair after Sean left. I threw the first over to my right and looked at the second. I found two small beehives at the end of the branch. They have been broken open from me messing with the branches and I could see the honeycomb pattern inside. The bees started coming out and I noticed they were regular bees that would have to commit suicide to sting me, so I tossed the branch to the side and planned to run from them.
I was barefoot, so I was about to put on an old pair of running shoes as the bees started swarming around me. I saw that three or four bees had flown into my shoe. I tapped my shoe with my foot and they flew around and landed back in the shoe.
Eventually, I tapped it again and took my chances and put my right foot in and got two stings. I remember later holding my foot up to my mom to remove the stingers and she tried pinching them with her fingernails to remove them and I told her that she needed to brush them off or scrape them off because squeezing the end will just put the poison into my foot. She was actually grabbing the stinger part, not the poison part.
Somewhere in the area of the lake, I remember two people in lab coats watching the scene behind a window and asking each other why I even put my foot in the shoe.
I remember being in a large apartment or house with some guy was I dating in the dream and another roommate. One of the rooms had a bed and one dresser, but no other furniture. There were sheets of plastic in the doorway when you opened the door outward into the small hallway. The room was to be painted or something.
The guy I was seeing in the dream had a calico cat and I let it into the almost empty room. I told the cat that it will have more things to explore in about a week or so and told the guy the cat should leave soon since there’s nothing much in the room.
Later, I was getting ready in the bathroom (hair / makeup) and the roommate was adjusting the temperature because he was cold. I told him I already changed it and have been walking around almost nude all morning, so it was warm enough.
This dream happened during a 20-min. snooze before getting up to go to a meeting at work.
I dreamed that family members I’ve never met, my parents, and I were coming back from a memorial for a great uncle who died.
We planned to go to a Max & Erma’s restaurant and I remember my dad was wearing a black suit and tie along with other male members of the family. One cousin stood near a nearby house to smoke a cigarette while we waited to be seated.
I had to get something from my car or my mom was going to ride with me to some other place, but I remember I was using wooden crutches from a hospital to get around. I parked at the farthest spot like I normally do and there was construction being done on the road in front of the restaurant. This left a small amount of pavement that I tried to navigate because the lot was made of large rocks that were supposed to be decorative gravel.
I remember telling my dad I needed to go to work for a meeting and realized I’d need to leave right then and I’d still be late. I wondered if I could call off work since it was a death in the family, but didn’t want to miss ANOTHER meeting. I couldn’t get the times straight and had already missed the meeting hours before.
I had other dreams, but all I can remember is that they took place in locations I’ve dreamed about before.
The one place could have been the top of the “compound” because the interior had wall-length windows with lobby chairs facing them. Behind them, a white wall curved around and in the center were water fountains and restrooms. I think there were classrooms on both sides of this floor of the building. There was also a large round white pillar in the room.
In another dream, I was going downstairs of an early 20th century home and I remember attending parties there before.
I don’t remember exactly what I said in my dream, but I remember being aware of how bitchy and stuck up I sounded.
I was speaking with Charlie*-Alpha / Observer-Charlie and remember showing him random things in a magazine and talked shit about the people in the pictures (something I don’t do in waking life). I even pointed out a friend from high school and mentioned how she got fat. I thought that was really mean, so I said something like, but she’s working out now and getting in shape. Since it was partially Charlie-Alpha ( a character based on the REAL person, not an idealized version of them) that I was talking to, part of me thought I was awake.
I talked throughout the dream, when normally, I’d ask him about his life.
I remember pointing out a couple of small American Foursquare houses near what I call the Miller/Kelton Ghetto in the Near East Side. The houses (like most in the area) looked like good houses that have just been seriously neglected and never fixed after decades of crazy Ohio weather.
I told him my aunt lived on the better-kept house on the right. (In waking life, she lives over 3 miles away from this area in a better neighborhood.) I told Charlie I’d buy the house from her when she wanted to move or maybe buy the house on the left. The house on the left looked like it had a strong foundation, but there was a large hole in the wood siding on the top right, near the roof, from wind damage. The windows were boarded up as well. I said I’d hire some contractor friends — they’d get money and after an initial investment, I’d save money from not having to pay rent or a mortgage.
* Names have been changed.
Note: I don’t think I’d really give up my relatively low rent and awesome location to invest in a Miller/Kelton house. Even though, technically, a developer *cough*Continental*/cough* and cool people *cough*gay community and young professionals*/cough* could make over the Market District / west part of OTE and the NES into something similar to the Short North, but with its own identity/niche and people would build/rehabilitate the residential properties along Main Street, making an investment like the one in my dream worth it in 10-20 years…