I remember hanging out with my friend Alice* and going to an amusement park. For some reason, I thought of Kings Island, but this was not like that.
While walking to the entrance, I had this weird feeling we were being followed by a male my age. I mentioned it to Alice, asking if she ever talked to the guy behind us. She asked what I was talking about and I mentioned how I felt this guy following us and I think he was in the back seat of the car coming to the place, but I never talked to him or even looked at him.
I felt as if I had been there before, decades ago, with my parents. In waking life, Alice is usually more outgoing than me and is the one to pull me along to do things. In the dream, I remember taking the lead and asking her to follow. She was hesitant.
I remember going through an area with a tall wooden gate.
We exited an area on a raised cement platform. There was a guy (he looked like an actor I’ve seen before) to our left pushing unpopped popcorn that was coming out of a chute.
I remember him being a “ghost” in an earlier run of this program. (By now, I realized this was a re-run of a dream program and the dream became half-lucid.) In an earlier version, the guy played a trickster role. He said something about him being dead and a ghost and I thought, “I hope he isn’t really dead. He’s not that bad of a guy.”
I used the pile of popcorn as an easier way to jump from the platform and told Alice to follow me.
I went up some stairs and into a building. I knew the building was supposed to be like one from some horror movie, so I went to every room and explored the three-story building. Each room was designed to reflect a character. The weirdest one was one of an old lady/grandmother. The doorknob to her room was missing, but there was a small tip I was able to use to open the door.
After all of this, I found out we were trapped. I went to the kitchen for some food.
I later discovered through a TV / seeing it as a movie a couple that had entered the haunted house. They were cool and both were able to take what crazy shit the house gave them and survived well together. I remember in their version, the refrigerator and other kitchen things were all covered with plastic. They could see the food, but couldn’t get to it.
It was supposed to be a surprise to the audience that the girl’s legs were missing (probably due to the house), but I didn’t understand that since many of the shots showed her sitting in a weird position on the stairs as her husband fetched things for her.
Something happened to one of them and the survivor was ridiculed by the people who ran the program for not protecting the other. I think it was the guy who survived.
* Name has been changed.
I remember a scene where I was in a college class, but it was in a studio with high black ceilings with movable lighting. We sat on foldable bleachers.
I remember talking to someone about the TV show Community.
There was a scene with a boat or maybe some weird white coffin-like device with water in it. I don’t really remember.
I do remember the teacher (I guess he was “The Teacher”) saying it wasn’t weird that I was taking the class because even astronauts (he pointed to a classmate) have to take other courses outside of their major.
I generally don’t watch a lot of horror, but I think the Amusement Park dream came from watching Black Mirror recently. I mean, it TRIED to have a neat twist.
I don’t know why Winnie-the-Pooh shows up randomly. There was a dream a few years ago where I watched a movie where a child was being trained to fight “Poohs,” an alien race of yellow bears. “Beware of the Poohs,” the father said.
The first dream I remember was being and a shallow pool that had a bare-bones boat with orange parts. I found out that it was a ride of some sort. I got permission to drive the boat around the ride and parts of it reminded me of the Jaws ride that was at Universal Studios Orlando.
This one was pretty cool.
I remember strapping into one of the many seats of a space ship as it crashed down to earth. I looked back and saw another girl in the back strapped in and holding on.
We were wearing space suits (those white NASA ones with the big gloves), but I don’t remember us wearing helmets for some reason.
I got a flashback of being in the situation before. I felt that it was my second time and we were in a simulation. Not a normal simulation with a machine that moves mechanically with a screen, but one using dream technology, which means we could get hurt and also leave the ship.
I don’t think I was supposed to remember that it was a simulation. However, I remember the last time had one more person: a tall guy. He rushed over to the controls (on the starboard side toward the stern for some reason – why would anyone put controls there??) Since he wasn’t there, I unbuckled my straps and climbed my way up to the controls.
We were headed at the earth at a dangerous angle and headed toward a highly populated city on the West Coast. I remembered that we ended up landing at the foot of a volcano last time and wondered if that was just how the sim was designed and if we’d end up at the foot of a volcano no matter what.
I was able to get the ship to level out a little better and I hoped it would skip across the ocean like a stone. What do you know, we missed the city and ended up at the foot of an active volcano. It was slow lava (possibly from a link I looked at yesterday talking about that kind), so the danger was relatively low.
I remember trying to remove supplies from the ship for the rest of the dream. The ship was relatively small and looked like a hybrid between the Millennium Falcon and a stealth fighter. Inside was climate controlled and, although I don’t remember the heat, I remember people walking out of the ship being surprised by it and complaining.
One of the neater parts of the end was looking at the entryway of the main area. The outer part was made of thick metal, then there was a 6-8 inch space, then another layer of thick metal. I remember having to step on the thick layers to get in and out of the ship.
I vaguely remember walking through a city (I think it was an amusement park designed to look like a town) with my mom and I kept stopping to paint random landmarks. One was about Abraham Lincoln. I felt I did a crappy job painting.
Later, I remember taking a break at some job in the city. I hoped to catch a protest outside of the building and take photos with my phone. It disbanded before I could take pictures and I was frustrated because I thought, “Great, I’m taking time off my job to do things that should be my job. I wouldn’t have missed the protest if I didn’t have to do something for my current job.” I don’t remember what my job actually was.
Some girl came into the lobby and told me to follow her because other protests were going on – one that was related to Canada, another one was Greece, I think. I pictured them in parts of the “town” and asked her as I followed, “What is this, Protest day?”
Eventually, I ended up in her car and she drove me to a Costco. By then, the sun had gone down so it was dark out. She got out and went into Costco where I could see some female staff doing some kind of group building activity.
Beside me, a tall, large white van drove up to my right and there were two Asian girls my age. They appeared to be waiting for someone.
I wanted to go into Costco, but I had my backpack and the driver’s purse beside me. I didn’t mind having my backpack visible – it was dark anyway and I could partly hide it. I don’t think I had anything valuable in it. However, the driver’s purse was bright red and had a neat Japanese cherry blossom image on it. I thought the red would stand out to thieves. I trusted the Asian girls, but who knows who else was out there.
I decided to start drinking Welch’s white grape and cherry juice before bed like I used to back when I had better dreams. I think it’s the need to pee that makes it easier to remember or something. lol
I had a dream that I was house-sitting and friends of the guy I was house-sitting for broke in and started setting up to make meth.
This was when I was in the restroom, so, when I was done, I walked out and they heard me and started threatening me shoving a gun in my face.
I was like, “Woah! I’m just the house-sitter!” I convinced them I wasn’t a threat and that I just needed to shower, pack up and leave while they do whatever they need to do.
I decided not to shower. Somehow, what they were doing ended up making the water in the house boil. I could tell if it was from heat, added electricity, or a chemical reaction, but I didn’t want to mess with it.
I remember going somewhere warm with my family to an amusement park the size of Disney World. I remember hills and low trees.
It was while the place was being built and I remember housing was being built for employees nearby (with serious detail, like boarded up windows and materials).
There was also a red radio tower being built horizontally.
I was going on a field trip with my mom. On the way, the class stopped at an amusement park. I was carrying a red shirt with me and got barbecue sauce on it. (Recently, I found out that applesauce does a good job getting pizza sauce out.) I got some red fruit juice and stuck the small end of my fried chicken in it and smeared it on the stain to get it out. It somehow worked, but then, I got grease on my shirt from the fried chicken and I tried the same method, but it didn’t work. Then, I saw Elizabeth* there (I guessed she worked there) with a cool chin-length hair cut and glasses. She wanted me to meet her boyfriend. He was stocky with glasses and medium blond hair. He was supposed to be funny, but all he did was tell me what I had on my plate.
* Name has been changed.