Yesterday, I played and accomplished a lot in Watchdogs, played a little of Game of Thrones (I’m looking at the decision trees), and watched some Last of Us playthrough videos.
I remember my friend Jenn having a trip and a room booked on a cruise (small boat, like a commuter version), but she couldn’t go. She offered the ticket to me as long as I delivered her stuff.
In a later dream, it happened again, but she didn’t have a room. I was frustrated because I had no place to store her stuff safely for the three-hour trip. I found a common sink and wrapped up her things – including these beautiful dark blue glass glasses – hoping they didn’t look like things to steal and put them underneath. I charged my phone and found an old flip phone, but didn’t have the right charger for it. A stranger had one and offered it.
I remember visiting my parents and parking right outside of their open garage, but had my lights off. I honked. I remember turning my lights on and saw I almost hit some tall red display cart.
I put my car in reverse to back up, but couldn’t park my car (a button). I woke up getting frustrated that it’s like when I can’t dial 9-1-1 in dreams. Buttons don’t seem to work.
I remember a dream game that had characters (not animated) in a team that reminded me a little of Team Fortress 2. I heard Overwatch is similar, but I haven’t played that, yet. For some reason, the females, like myself, chose normal-sized and normal-looking humans. One girl was way my promiscuous than the rest of us and I actually complimented her on her confidence, despite her constant want for all the women to show more skin.
I remember we were all trying to go over plans and introduce each other in a small dorm room. I found a gold-plated badge with a player’s ID number and knew the two letters were the initials of the player. I asked if anyone’s real name had the initials, “G as in Gregory and H as in……Hotel?”
There was a part where each person got some kind of ring that gave them powers. A tall lanky character said, “The rings have puzzlers, I tell you!” and another character commented how it made them feel “royal.” The big, muscular character explained, “In all my years of casting rings, I have never seen rings form to each finger automatically. They appear to be magic.”
I remember the winners on my runs were always the survivors – not the best players or leaders, but we won by default. The teams I was on (and often led) tended to be raunchy, chaotic, and immature. My leading style in the game was so laisez-faire that I remember pairing up with a guy who would make inappropriate jokes, but never really reprimanded him – I would just tell people to ignore him.
I saw a glimpse of Charlie’s* “world” (as I called it). He had a better team and was a better leader. The pair was of two professional women and the whole team would survive and the “winners” were based on points and leadership.
There was a scene where I was in a uniform/light-weight armor of some sort and running through a grassy environment near Charlie and we had our IDs in text above our heads. I tried to remember his, knowing it was a dream game, hoping I’d remember when I was awake.
It was 108CS4042…. something (it might have been 109 and the number and initials have been changed to protect the identity this Charlie is based on). The numbers following the initials I don’t think were relevant data, but I remembered them because they were near Charlie’s football jersey number, 41. I’m not sure what the first three numbers stood for, if anything.
I remember talking to someone dressed like the main character on Watchdogs and I remember considering the guy a trustworthy acquaintance, despite having people – as well as the federal government – after him.
We were on a city street at twilight just outside a building with a digital billboard and a camera to the right. I thought he was gutsy for standing outside a camera like that, but it wasn’t his face that was being tracked. He hacked things with his phone – with apps that would be cumbersome to load on burner phones – so the SID was tracked instead. He had an app that would warn him when his SID triggered an alarm, so he would have to go into airplane mode and leave the area.
I thought about asking him about that app the next time.
When I woke up, I thought that would be an interesting way to track people who can’t do their activities on burner phones. Facial recognition can be fooled, SIDs probably can as well, but limiting the ability to use a communication device would be a smart way for law enforcement to deter some crimes.
I remember “investigating” Charlie* – trying to get usernames or something – and found a profile with his info on a Russian website. I only knew it was Russian from the .ru at the end of the address.
I was looking into this at “work” (in my dream, it was at what I called my “old” job). Charlie worked there as well in another department. Someone in his department was testing some expandable turret, but it didn’t have enough room in the hall. The room I was in had an angled, but higher ceiling, so I invited them in to test it there.
During the test, the one guy wanted me to look up something on my computer and went over to look at the results before I even got that far. I started getting nervous because I had all this info about Charlie on the screen. I tried to switch screens, go back, SOMETHING…but…buttons don’t work in dreams.
* Name has been changed
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.
I vaguely remember a scene where I was in a city and I had to cross the street, but the light would change too quickly. I remember what I thought was a small Statue of Liberty on the roof of a building to my left, but it ended up being “Blind Justice.”
I remember a lucid dream (or maybe 75 percent lucid) that took place in a store – a Target, I think. I think I was a worker there and so was Charlie*, who triggered the lucidness by walking by me and nodding hello.
I ran over to a microphone thing and told everyone in the aisle: “Attention customers! I have something important to tell you. We are all dreaming. THIS is a dream. Now, I want you to do me a favor…” By now, I was trying to keep the lucidness and the dream going, surprised it lasted so long. “I want you to call me when you wake up. My number is [area code] 6-6 – FUCK! – GRR!” I took a deep breath and let it out. [Area code] 6-0-1 – [rest of correct phone number].” I even was able to repeat the number.
I woke up frustrated that telephone numbers were so long and no one would remember 10 digits upon waking up.
* Name was changed
I remember looking out a window 2-3 stories up looking over a field with leaf-less trees.
A mountain lion walked up to the nearest tree. It was SO COOL. I love animals and especially big cats and it was awesome!
In the tree, there were squirrels, birds, and a fox. I remember them all making noise to scare off the cougar. The cougar walked around the tree and also stood up on its hind legs. It looked curious in the tree animals. Then, birds and squirrels from the other trees started throwing pebbles and twigs at the cougar, scaring it away.
I thought it was neat how the animals teamed together.
Out of all my dreams I still remember from this night, I remember a purely symbolic one:
I chloroformed a small monkey, cut some corn off a corn cob and planned to eat a meal of monkey meat, corn, and peas. In waking life, I don’t eat corn or monkey meat.
There was also a scene where I fed a goldfish to a cat. It slowly ate away at it.
I later wanted to revive the monkey, but I didn’t know if it were possible.
I know who the monkey and the fish symbolize. I understand why I killed and wanted to revive the monkey, but not why I fed the cat the fish.