I drank too much caffeine before bed and my sleep cycles were out of order again.
It was the first recurring dream I’ve had in a long while and I only remember a snapshot of it. I haven’t put the original online Here is the dream, yet, but it was the dream I had in July that inspired a story that tied a lot of ideas from dreams together mixed in with a hacker/anti-government corruption theme many of my stories have. The scene was of the guy in the women’s restroom who was on the run from “agents.” He was surprised I could see him and in the first dream, he gave me a message that I forgot by the time I woke up. He gave me a message in this one, too, I think, but I only remember the scene and thinking, “WOAH. This is happening again?”
I remember trying to remember this one, but….I don’t. I know it’s in my brain somewhere and I will randomly remember it when I’m writing something similar.
WAIT! I remember dates – 11/12/17 and maybe 11/13/17? I remember thinking, “That’s in the past.”
This one seemed long. I was working as part of the management team in a hotel/office building. It was a concrete highrise and the design of the building was very blocky and cube-like and the sides of the “cubes” were large windows. I remember seeing the ceiling-mounted fluorescent lights through them.
One guy came in wanting a room, but for some reason uncontrollably peed everywhere. I backed away and used my clipboard to block it, telling him he could aim away from people. I thought he was rude for not doing so and decided to put him on the hotel’s blacklist. I think this was one of those things to make me realize it was a dream, but of course, I just thought it was a weird thing happening in waking life.
There was a small scene about air filters for the furnace. (In waking life, I just replaced my air filter.)
I remember a couple coming down to the lobby. The guy was older and Austrailian and his wife was 10-20 years younger than him. She was blond and they both were nice people. They said there was a fire in their room. I kept asking for their room number and I kept forgetting it and mixing up the numbers – it was like 4188 or 488 or something. The guy gave me a card or maybe it was on something we had on file for him, but I remember trying to remember his name that was printed on the card. It was in the form of an email address or something and looked like “steven.l.carey.au@ … au” I can’t remember it now. Note: I have no idea where that name came from.
I was going to go up and hopefully see the fire had gone out or to put it out myself when a coworker started telling people to evacuate the building. I asked why and if the fire had spread. Then, the fire appeared by the couple and they ran out with other tenants. I grabbed my keys and a coworkers’ keys and some other stuff near me. A coworker grabbed computer equipment.
We went outside and I said repeatedly, “Has anyone called 9-1-1???” I would have but my hands were full. The coworker behind me moved the computer parts in her arms to get out her cell phone. I said, “Have someone else do it, your arms are full.” Then, I heard alarms and said, “Finally!” The coworker said, “Yeah, that was me.”
I remember navigating through a flooded parking lot/yard with stone barriers and planned to look back at the building, but I woke up before I could.
From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
Graveyard. Ice. Washing machine or was it a dryer?
Hotel. “I don’t really want to spend the money.”
Can’t remember the guy’s name, but would recognize it.
Plaster award. Back of one of the round ones had a label. He reminds the maker, if you update the words used (?)
I remember sitting in a helicopter, strapped in with a strap on each shoulder. I’ve never flown in a helicopter, so I don’t know how realistic it was. One weird thing was that I was sitting above the pilot and other passenger and I could only see through a window that was below where I was sitting. I was disappointed because I love heights and wanted to watch as we were flying.
We landed near a place with yellow tape. When I got out, I saw we were in a really pretty city with skyscrapers. The other passenger was some “official” person (I called her a handler in my dream) who was around my age. She was dressed in a nice business outfit and I remember knowing she was a nice person. The helicopter pilot was a good-looking guy around my age and was in a military uniform.
The helicopter guy left and I went to one of the buildings to use the restroom. The toilet wouldn’t flush and the stall wasn’t lit well. I left to have someone else fix it.
The woman checked me into a fancy hotel suite. It looked at least 3 stars, but most likely 4 stars. I don’t remember looking outside, so I think the curtains were drawn. The colors were a nice burgundy and cream color. I kept thinking the room was too large for one person – it seemed larger than one of my past apartments!
I was bored, so I walked around and realized I had been there before! There was a small meeting room across from the bathroom. I went in there and found the materials from the event I remember attending. It was a small training class to go over some management thing. I found a “workbook” with a faded/pastel orange cover with stock photos of people working together. It appeared to have been partly damaged by water and then shoved in a bag or box for months. I found a bag that belonged to a coworker and looked through it. I found two pairs of nice motorcycle gloves and remembered our training session was in the winter and he said he would always forget his gloves there and bring new ones and end up with several pairs. There was also a bag inside that I now I think was a rifle of some sort. The main bag was thin and padded and could unzip almost completely.
Later, I checked what was behind the door to the hotel suite, expecting a hallway. Instead, it led out to the lobby. I closed the door and noticed a taped sign that said “Wet Paint” (or repaint?). I turned to go back to the bed and heard what sounded like a cart being pushed along a wooden floor. I woke up thinking someone was in my apartment.
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.
I remember being in some hotel/motel with rooms on the outside and one in the center. The way the rooms worked was that there was a slot with hotel info and the keycards. You claim your room by removing the brochure and use the key card to go inside. The brochure was white with blue ink.
The group I was with pissed off some gang, so they came and started firing automatic weapons. Many of us were in the center room and dropped to the floor. I told everyone to find things (like the mattress) to put against the walls. My thought was that the bullets would go through the walls and the thicker the material they had to go through, the slower they’d get and be less deadly if they go through all the layers.
I remember sneaking out when they were reloading and found a stairwell. I was able to make it to the roof before waking up.