This was one of the most prophetic dreams I have ever had and as I post this in February 2018, the first half of the prediction has come true. I’m not sure if the second half will come true and it seems unlikely…but so did the first half.
I remember being in a black void and the only things in the environment were the red square arches from the sculpture garden at the Columbus Museum of Art and they had spotlights on them from somewhere.
Two of my friends from the MFA program were there. One looked kinda sad that he had to give me some news. The other – his roommate – was dressed in winter clothing. She was looking at her phone – probably Reddit – and had this attitude of “Just tell her already.”
The first friend had a sculpture from one of his projects in his hands. One part of the prediction: that by the end of the semester, my parents would split up. He said this as he smashed his creation on the ground.
The other prediction was a little more positive based on what I was hoping for at the time (not posting it here unless it comes true), but time has a weird way of changing your outlook on things. Now, the prediction is a bit more neutral.
When I woke up, I assumed the prediction was a combination of him asking me about my parents a couple of weeks prior and a weird superstition that came from a dream 10 years ago.
Note: About 10 days or so after this dream (the date is an estimate), my parents split up after being married for 34 years.
I’ve been watching too much Fringe lately!
The first dream was the character Peter on Fringe trying to outwit some supernatural being. He threatened to gouge out her eye with a twisted paperclip. She did a martial arts move and got the paperclip and threatened him with it as he kept a straight face.
The second dream was influenced from hearing if I got on full time at my job. (I did, BTW!)
I remember my boss (the vice provost) telling me she wanted to speak with me. She went into a room and I saw other people lining up at the door to speak with her. I have been waiting a long time to hear if I got this job, so I went and stood at the door.
I looked in and she was speaking with four other people as if they were about to begin a meeting. I noticed she looked decades younger. She looks young and smiles a lot in waking life, but she looked to be in her early 20s. I looked back at the line at the door – it was now larger and I noticed the styles of their clothing and the technology around appeared to be from the ’70s.
I blinked and things changed to look to be from the early ’90s.
I kept wondering if I were time traveling in some weird way. I thought 1972 for some reason and looked into the room with the line. At a nearby desk, I saw some girl I felt I knew from the present. She was wearing this bright neon-like green dress – it reminded me of the one my mom had from the ’70s. I thought, I can’t be time traveling, I know that girl and she looks the same in the “future.” Then, I thought, “…unless she’s a time traveler, too!” She looked at me winked and said, “I’ll see you in 2012.”
I can’t remember the rest of the dream.
I went to bed early and slept around 8-9 hours.
I remember driving on snow-covered roads. There were three blocks in a grid pattern in a small town. The homes were all on a large hill. I followed a salt truck up one street and they skipped the next street, but it had groves from other traffic, so I went that way. At the bottom of the hill was a concrete barrier and metal fence. At the bottom of the hill, I couldn’t stop because of the snow and ice and ended up hitting the barrier.
I later had a dream where someone was like, “Aren’t you glad that was a dream and your car isn’t damaged?” I looked at my car and it was damaged and thought it wasn’t a dream after all.
What’s worse is when I really did wake up, my car hit a patch of black ice on the way to work and it slid into a front-end collision, damaging my car. 🙁
I had a small flash about talking to someone on Union Street. The shops/diners had green awnings and I realized this was also where I talked to a dream character about moving to Athens in a dream about a month ago.
The interesting dream I had hoped to finish.
I remember being an employee at some prison in the future. I’m not sure how they did it, but they kept the consciousnesses of criminals in devices and froze their bodies or something. What was interesting was there was an older system in brass cylindrical tubes secured with small brass locks. The newer system was in a box about the size of a cable box on the outside of an apartment building. In it, the tubes were smaller and the locks looked like flatten pennies and there was a thumbnail-sized part that would come out if unlocked.
We were training a new guy and we were all wearing buttoned-up beige uniforms. There was a part of the dream where the new guy was practicing recording audio notes and he had the levels so high, his voice was distorted. I told him if he turned the levels down, it would sound better. The other guy, who had been there longer than me, just let him play around with it so he’d figure it out for himself.
I remember using the restroom because I ate something that gave me stomach issues, but I realized that I left the prison room so quickly, I didn’t lock the door.
Later, I noticed an old lock was unlocked. I freaked out a little and then found out it was a training tube. As a precaution, I said we should do a quality check and check all locks. A male coworker who was tall and a little overweight lumbered over and started checking unused locks. He looked tired and just ready for the night to be over. I think the job was an overnight one. I said something and he looked over questioning why I said it and went back to checking.
I started checking the newer tubes and found one of the locks unlocked. I twisted the small part as everyone gathered to find who it was. A holographic screen came up showing that his consciousness was missing – basically a prison break – and it showed his “mug shot” which was a video of him saying his name, prisoner ID number, and crime. I can’t remember his crimes, but I remember thinking his face looked crazy friendly for a criminal. Everyone around me started to get worried because I guess he was some criminal mastermind.
Note: It’s not as related as the accident happening after the dream, but all of our (usually locked) office doors at work were open and ajar. It freaked out a lot of my coworkers – especially when we couldn’t figure out the cause.
I’ve been slacking on writing down my dreams, so here are bullet points from dreams from the last 10 days starting with last night/this morning…
Note: This week was my last class in waking life and this scene played out almost exactly the same.
I don’t remember if it was in Columbus, but I remember the building I was in was in a “downtown” with tall buildings nearby.
I remember waking up in an apartment with large windows and I think I was on the third floor, but it might have been higher.
Outside my window was a building that looked similar to this building:
There was a crane in front of it to the right and I remember thinking, “They are ALWAYS doing some kind of construction.”
I got up and my apartment was laid out similarly to my current one with two main rooms and the kitchen had a breakfast bar facing the window. The carpet was not shag carpet and was a nice gray color. The windows were the length and height of the outside walls and I really liked how the light came in. There were black areas holding the panes together, but I don’t remember any window coverings.
I remember going into the hallway – it was a newer, business-like building and in the center, on both sides, there were public bathrooms, elevators, and stairwells. There was a lady that was mad that she couldn’t leave the building without going downstairs. I thought she was crazy since it was the third floor or so.
The walls in these “public” areas were windows like inside the apartment and had great views of the surrounding city buildings and streets.
I remember having a computer or tablet with an interface with dynamic buttons.
I had to switch it to “voicemail” by pressing the button above the orange square.
The voicemail was from Sean. I had to look for my TV remote and turn down my TV to listen to it a second time.
The voicemail was him pretending to be a bill collector or something and when he got to my address, he said a mixture of past addresses and then stopped and asked Kara, who was in the car with him, to look up my address. She found it quick on her phone. He said, “You found it already?” and she said, “Yep!” He said, “Well, giggity glop!” (This was also subtitled in my computer)…
Then my phone rang and woke me up – it was Sean.
Other than that, I had a dream about working somewhere with my same boss and even though it was 2:30 a.m. and I was trying to hide the web surfing I was doing during “downtime,” she asked me to buy a chocolate cake for a birthday party the next day and I was frustrated because that meant getting up early.
I left and right before I fell asleep, Mitch* (new character!) called me to chat. I really wanted to chat, but I was really wanting to sleep.
Also, I remember my desk was gray and I drank like, two Rockstar Low Carbs in my dream.
* Name has been changed.