I vaguely remember a conference trip with Tim*. There was a weird scene about running out of time or bad timing or something and it gave me an idea for a story.
We got back to this swanky conference hotel a bit late and the hotel staff were weirded out by our presence and almost didn’t allow us up to our room. I remember getting on the elevator near this open indoor balcony area with the stairs. We got off on floor 3 (I think) and I think the elevator went up to at least floor 5 or 6. I remember wanting a photo from the top of the stairs and wanted to take the elevator higher the next day to get an even better shot.
I remember some of the layout of the building and seeing security devices and cameras in the hallways and conference rooms near the elevator. We got to our room which was a neat shared room with king beds – one on one side and one on the other with the heads of the beds against a center wall so there was some privacy. A shared kitchen and bathroom were near the door between them.
I remember wanting my story to be private, but we were sharing an iPod with an Otterbox case on it.
* Name has been changed.
Wow. Lots of dreams last night! Let’s see if I can remember any…
I remember being at some convention-like/training area with a lot of people. We were being tested on random things. I remember one scene involved each player having to shoot a target in the sky with a bow and arrow. A lot of times, this was the face of a loved one and the weaker players couldn’t even shoot.
When it was my turn, I had already had a reputation for being a good gamer/finding ways to bend game rules to win, so the crowd was interested in seeing how I’d do with this event. Since I’m desensitized and would have no issues putting an arrow through the fake face of a loved one in the sky, I was feeling pretty good about this game. However, they knew how I was and instead of a large target of a loved one’s face, it “cycled through” images and ended on a tiny dot target. The crowd even went “Ooh!” since it didn’t take bravery or cleverness, it took skill.
I think I hit the target.
In the end, I was one of the highest scoring players. I remember this whole dream being in a haze of orange/red with gritty black dust.
I remember being in a dream where my bedroom was an office…
I remember learning some computer coding language that had objects that were thought as puzzle pieces and the objects began and ended with # and it was to symbolize how they fit together.
I remember walking out of a building to my car and it had rained. It was one of those Ohio rains that lasted 5 min., but there were 1-2 inch deep puddles of water everywhere. While I was taking photos of my car, the weather got bad again and wind knocked a tree limb onto my car. Luckily, I was bending down at the time because the limb fell right over my head. I also remember tree limbs being tossed by the wind on the street.
This merged into a dream where I remember wearing clunky high-heels (gold and clear) and trying to go up and down stairs at a crowded party.
I remember being part of a group that traveled to some city for a convention. There was a scene where I was in the audience in an arena and basketball players and other performers were dancing neat choreographed dances.
Later that night, a Facebook friend that was friends with a friend in high school asked me why I wasn’t going to the bar with them. She said it was a tradition to go drinking on the convention trips. I wanted to stay at the arena because it seemed like more fun than going to a bar and getting sick from alcohol with people (women) I barely know.
In another dream, I remember a scene about going up a steep slippery hill/ramp with other convention goers. There was some pop/Latino music playing and I found out that dancing to it made it easy to get up the ramp.
In another dream, I was in a gym or some other big room with booths around the walls. It looked a little like a job fair. I remember shaking booth people’s hands. There were freebies on the tables and one freebie was foundation/concealer combo makeup. I told a nearby friend that I’m lucky I’m pale because I can match a lot of this free stuff, but the makeup ended up being one shade too light.
One of the booths was for Title Boxing Club. I was like, “Oh, yeah! That’s the place that’s in the old Border’s bookstore building!” People looked at me weird and I tried to explain one more time, but gave up. This place, however, was located in another state.
In another dream, I was going through a bucket of things looking for things about Charlie* for some reason. I remember finding two gold coins/tokens with a location that started with an “N” on them. One was bent.
I remember living with some middle-aged couple and their teenage daughter. I was frustrated because I needed to get ready for class.
The guy was good looking and looked much younger than his real age and was on his phone all the time.
The living room was furnished with the old furniture my family and I had back in the 1990s and I told the guy that my mom graduated in ’71 and the furniture is from that decade. The couch had large brown flowers as the pattern.
Eventually, the wife drove her daughter and me to our schools. However, on the way, I had to stop by Betsy’s* house to help her with her small business. She wanted me to take off work and skip class to help her glue beads and crystal things to advertising cards.
I told her that I was 30 min. late for class already (I was really only about 3 min. late) and that I was free on Wednesdays. I almost said I was free in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but realized that’s when the wife drives me to school.
Well, I got to school and for some reason, I was back in a wheelchair. The wife pushed me to the elevator in this college that looked like a convention center.
Down the hall, someone asked my coworker Juanita*, where Dan* (my boss’ boss in the dream) was and she replied, “At his funeral.” This was shocking because he had died suddenly from a heart attack. The elevator had Arabic numbers and we went to the third floor.
We had to go all the way around the building to get to class and on the way, another coworker, Geoff*, caught up with us. He went to the funeral that was held in a large auditorium that was on the way to class. All the big-wigs were there and they were playing a slideshow on two large projector screen showing Mitch* at work.
* Names were changed
The little I remember:
I was in a restroom similar to the ones at Lennox AMC. There was a girl looking in the mirror speaking German. I asked her in German, “Where is this?” She said it was a dance competition. I had a conversation with her and left. I meant to say, “Have fun!” in German, but it came out half German, half Spanish, like “Mach diviértate!” I came back and explained in German that I was sorry and that I was learning the language. I tried to say, “Have fun! or “Mach Spaß!” but it kept coming out as “mach spät!” which means something like “be late!” or “make tardy!”
I then walked across some convention center hallway and into an auditorium. I ran and jumped and I was barefoot and did twirls for no reason around the room. I later sat near the front and Betty* came over and sat across from me. Some creepy old guy sat next to her and flirted with her and gave her his number. She left because she was creeped out.
Somehow, later, she found old paperwork/journal entries of mine that said I had some crush on a guy I was friends with in the dream. I admitted having a crush on him … but back in 2004. I knew, however, she’d use this info as blackmail since the guy was getting married in some big wedding later that month.
I woke up in another dream and my bed was outside and there was dust flying around and a road nearby. A car sped along that road and I knew it was Betty* leaving to tell the guy my secret at his wedding – she can be such a bitch.
I remember sitting up and seeing barely-standing walls of what was once a small house. I put my feet on the ground and it was rocky and hurt my feet. Some of the rocky dirt stuck on my feet in between my toes and I was frustrated because it REALLY hurt. I had trouble breathing and my eyes stung because of the swirling dirt and dust. I looked up and saw a giant American flag through the haze of dust.
Part of me wanted to try to change the color of something to see if I was dreaming and part of me was like, “You’re not dreaming and wanting to test to see if you’re dreaming is insane.” I grabbed a grabber tool that was red and was able to turn it green. That made me more frustrated because I didn’t know how to wake up and I was sure I was awake, but also knew I was dreaming.
I eventually woke up after 1-2 more false awakenings.
* Names were changed.