Being in a group with Kara, Sean, and even Charlie* watching a horror movie, but we had to write a paper about the tropes and archetypes in the film. I was excited because I find analyzing films fun for some reason. Sean and Kara’s nieces were there as well.
I was on the phone with Sean and he said it sounded like “Pearl Harbor” or something meaning low-flying planes. Within a few seconds, I started hearing them, too.
There was a realistic military training RPG/first-person shooter game (half handheld, half dream tech) that had some neat controls. I wasn’t supposed to use it and even found a part that looked similar to a “dorm room” from another dream.
I followed some guy that looked like John Goodman back to a two-star hotel. I kept asking him the name of the realistic military video game. Before he shut the door in my face, he said, “Mario 2.” I said, “That’s what I keep hearing.” I was frustrated because the game was kick-ass and I wanted to play.
* Name has been changed.
A few days later, I saw a video about how Mario 2 was hard to find at one time due to what could have been a manufactured shortage. That was before I was old enough to remember.
I fell on the ice yesterday, so now I’m covered in bruises and REALLY sore all over. This is interfering with my appetite, so I didn’t eat enough before going to bed.
The title is what I wrote down at 2:30 a.m. lol
I remember being in a large library – it felt “local,” but it was huge like it served as a university library.
I remember sitting on a white couch and looking at Instagram on my phone. I realized one of the photos was from the same seat I was in and I was going to take a picture from the same view as a joke. As I lined up the shot, I could hear what sounded like cable news. A girl sitting on a couch in front of me kept looking back at me, annoyed. I realized my phone was making the camera sound.
Someone who worked at the library came over and told me to turn down my phone. I apologized and realized the cable news voices were from my phone in a hidden app.
Later, I remember taking pictures with a strange camera app interface of a weird lizard figurine in the library. I remember a woman who worked there saying the library closed at 9 p.m. and I looked at the time and it was 9:12 p.m.
I went into another room and the lights started going out. I tried to blindly find my way out through the hallways and I said, “Hello? Lights?” hoping people would realize I was still there and light my way out. I eventually found a lit room.
There was also a connection to a scene that took place in the daylight where I was in a parking lot and some “cute nerd” told my dad some “hot nerd” was being mean to me. There was an orange/red ’70s car that drove off. The “hot nerd’s” mother got out to confront my dad and I remember thinking that her plastic surgery was f-ed up because her face was weird looking.
When I woke up, I had a memory of being in that library before. There was a dream I had recently that took place there, but there was a memory about being there for a shorter time that I wanted to be there. I’m not sure if that was a dream, a memory in last night’s dream, or a real memory from my childhood. I kept trying to remember more of the memory, but I ended up with a headache.
I went back to sleep and it turned into a weird dream that I was in a city neighborhood of a college town (I keep thinking it was the University of Cincinnati with all of the Bearcat symbology), but it was being used as a “set” for a Jurassic Park film/interactive-immersive entertainment thing. I loved the location, but I felt there was a real danger.
I remember being in a large room with computer desks or checkout counters in a crowd facing a wall of windows. I was worried and looked for places to hide. I kept thinking I’d hide on the bottom shelf of a computer desk (they were that cheap Walmart kind), but I worried that taking out the shelf to fit would slow me down.
There was a good-looking guy to my left who was just as worried and kept saying we (the crowd) need to do SOMETHING, not just stand there. The rest of the crowd seemed to think he was nuts. I liked that he spoke up.
We were then moved to a back room, but I thought it wouldn’t really work and kept looking for places to hide, wondering if dinosaurs could smell.
I nudged the guy and pointed at the bottom of a larger desk. He got the message and we cleared the crap that was being stored there in case we needed to hide later.
In the crowd, we walked by an open meat freezer. I thought if worse comes to worst, we’ll hide there.
I remember fewer details of this dream, but it was about going around town with a small group of friends. “Town” being a city (I think it was a futuristic Cincinnati).
The crazy parts that should have made me realize I was dreaming were things like flying cars. They weren’t REALLY flying, they were magnetic, but somehow allowed space between the “road” and the car, but kept the car from flying off the “highway.” The highway was designed to look like a looping knot that formed an upright tall flower. I loved the views from being up high, but couldn’t understand how we don’t fly off the track.
I remember discussing how the neighborhood near the college was a “bad” neighborhood.
There was a scene where a friend (some black female) told us about how I was put in the dorm room near the heating equipment because it was noisy. To get a better dorm, you have to bribe someone. I didn’t mind the room – the noise didn’t bother me.
Note: There were two other dreams I remember that took place in these dorms and I’ll link them when I find them.
I remember following them out, but I took a wrong turn and ended up on a road in a tunnel under a highway. It was blocked by an old tan Honda Accord. There was a guy and a girl that was walking a dog going that way, so I thought it was the correct way. I grabbed the car and easily pulled the wreckage to the side. It revealed a locked door with the style and font of the Cincinnati Museum saying the place was closed. The other people shrugged and turned around.
Note: In October 2015, I had a discussion with someone who used to work at UC and she said the neighborhood near the college was so bad, she was always warned not to walk to her car alone.