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 bad 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.
Dream song – came about two days before I saw a lot of stuff related to the film. I wonder if it’s an anniversary or something and overheard it on the news or something.
The song came from walking through a post-apocalyptic scene through a hotel with maroon carpet. Charlie*, a group of people my age, and I were walking along. Charlie and I randomly started singing this.
I seriously hope I wasn’t singing in my sleep.
* Name was changed
So the dreams I actually remember last night were lucid -ish and in false awakening loops.
I remember staying at some place with a bed, but there were glass doors that led to a carpeted hallway (like a hotel or convention center). I was there with a group, but they left and I was supposed to have the place to myself.
The hallway area was dark. I remember picking my nose looking toward the hallway then thought the others might have gotten back early and are watching and laughing from the other side of the windows.
I went into the hallway and flipped on the lights. It lit up (fluorescent lights) the hallway with a small room at one end and a large “ballroom” at the other end. No one was there.
I went to the doorway of the ballroom and people started walking in. They were of different ages and races and many had nice overcoats. They sat in chairs and I went up to the back row where an aisle was open. An older white woman with short white hair and a dress shirt was on my left and a middle-aged black man with a patterned dress shirt was on my right. I thought I might be dreaming and tried to test it. I asked the woman why everyone was here, especially since everyone seemed tired and down.
She had trouble speaking. I took this as a sign that I WAS dreaming, but she eventually able to speak. I can’t remember her exact dialog anymore. The man spoke up way more easily and said something about they were there because someone wasn’t doing their job or something. I said aloud how interesting my subconscious comes up with this dialog.
I don’t remember the order of the next scenes, but I remember trying to wake up and woke up in the bed in that room with the glass doors. There was a heaviness making it hard to open my eyes (something I’ve had in dreams before). I thought, “See if you’re dreaming! Move something with your mind!” Then thought, “That would be easier if I could actually see anything!” Then I saw, in blurry vision, the door to the room open and a kitten standing there. I made the kitten approach me.
Then, I remember sitting in the same room sans bed. It was redesigned into a high school classroom with posters. I was sitting in a chair, but a large group of people around my age and younger were sitting on the floor and seating on the edges of the room. We were all watching a video on an old TV at the front of the room.
I remember the audio was distorted and couldn’t understand all of it. What was said SOUNDED like it was touching on the stuff I’ve been researching for this dream story, so I was interested. I kept getting frustrated when the audio went weird. They had to rewind a scene.
The scene showed a public bus in a busy city on a very sunny day. The narrator said something like, “The year [can’t remember] gave birth to Dream Tech.” I was so happy to find out this shit really existed that I clapped and shouted, “YES!!” Someone toward the front looked at me weird. I said that I had been researching in that industry for years. She asked, “Industry?” I realized that was the wrong word – there was no Dream Tech industry. I corrected myself and said, I’ve been researching dreaming and using dreams for a story I’m writing for years.
Later, I was walking down the same hall as before to the small room. There was a strange track in the center of the floor. The room was no longer bare. It had shelving along the walls with books and displayed paintings. There was a large window that let sunlight into the room and onto a table that had stacked books in the center and old photos displayed around the edge. I questioned if I was dreaming, but thought the impressionistic paintings and words on all the book spines, etc. were too detailed to be a dream (ironically, all this information and detail was a sign I was dreaming).
I wondered if the pictures were for sale and thought about finding the relatives of those in the photos or maybe sell them on eBay at least. I picked up an old photo that was on the table and looked at the back. I saw 5 2/5 written in that thrift store scribble and read that as 2 for $5 for some reason.