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 vaguely remember being on a train that went around a round-ish building. It would take 3.5 hours to get to Chicago by train, but I was happy I wouldn’t have to drive. I kept calling the place “O’Hare” and there were airplane terminals around the building, but I felt I had to travel TO Chicago from where I was at.
There was a scene with actors and actresses. I remember getting some girl’s autograph for a friend and Donald Glover (Troy from Community) making jokes and faces that were hilarious.
I looked it up after waking up. O’Hare isn’t completely round like the building in my dream, but it has a train that goes around the airport in the same way the train did in my dream. I thought this must be a common design because I’ve had to have seen the shape and train from somewhere. Apparently, it’s not common and since I’ve never been to O’Hare or knew its shape, I wonder where it got into my head. It had to be from SOMEWHERE.
The biggest part of this dream I still remember is sitting in a row of folding chairs next to some guy. I was trying to gossip or something and tell the guy’s father across the aisle something about another person sitting in front of us. I motioned for him to sit closer, but he wouldn’t. I whispered to him, “I’m not going to whisper-yell to you!”
I thought “Whispering Yells” (or something like that) would make a neat blog name, so I took a pen and wrote it on my right hand. This made a bunch of writing appear on my arm. I instinctively stood up and went to a back door area (there was sunlight coming in) and spoke with someone about what the writing said. It was as if “whispering yells” was a password and it triggered information to appear. I don’t remember what the information was, but I remember being able to read it.
Actually, it wasn’t this song, it was a rip off of this song and I remember getting frustrated about copyright issues.
I remember singing along to this while I was driving alone on a winding highway. I remember tree-covered hills on the right – not has tall as the hills near my house, though. The land on the left was flatter than the right.
I remember an air traffic control tower on the right and soon after passing it, waiting for a fence with barbed wire to open for me to go through.
I think it was memory consolidation from the road trip (two days ago) and flight lessons (10 days ago). I think this song played once on the road trip.
Update: After looking up Chicago’s O’Hare airport for another dream, I realized the air traffic control tower looked like the one there, but with more antennae. I’ve never been to O’Hare, so I’m still trying to find if the images are from a movie or TV show.
I remember being in the kitchen at my parents’ house and they had friends over. One let me unpack a collapsible/mobile weapon that appeared to be made of lightweight white plastic with a clear covering. I remembering making sure I didn’t accidentally pull the trigger while holding the main part of it while assembling it. I thought the lightness of it was neat, but the size of it didn’t seem very functional.
They wanted to go outside and play with the weapons. Instead of the neighbor’s house, there was an open field with targets. I wanted to try the weapons, but I was late for a movie. I knew the movie would suck, but it had been a while since I had seen a movie in a theater, so decided to do that instead.
However, I don’t remember actually seeing the movie.
This dream had a fast decay rate – I felt the memory disappearing as I tried to remember it. All I remember now is sitting in an airport and there was an ad to my right. It was one of those “sail” ads with a curved top. I remember Charlie* being there, behind me, but nothing else.
* Name has been changed.
I dreamed that I had gotten some kind of government job and visited the previous job and my boss from that job brought me into the restroom to talk. She’d only talk to me with the water running and me washing my hands. The new job people injected an RFID chip in my left arm and she thought it could record audio and thought the running water and the hand rubbing would interfere with the audio recording.
The Creepy Letter E – Part 2. GTA-like game. Washington office. Feeling cold near high-rise windows. Rose*? Elevator. Lobby with brown floor.
Riding a motorcycle – Orange? Rush to investigate. Free crackers.
Commercial. Store. Pimp. Two avatars. Spider in shower.
Sex + Revolution festival in a big city. Fireworks during the day. Graffiti on wall. Blond boyfriend driving backward. Bad traffic. My car. Double decker buses. Watching videos from festival. Adopting a cat. Make me fly. Meeting ended for pizza. 4 not 7 out of order.
Job at a news agency. OU reinstated a sports award program. The Daily Caller(?) Money lending. Rachel* steals my photo shoot by Ned* in a gray sweater. Printed news. I was so busy that I thought the upcoming conference would be a vacation.
* Name has been changed.