I remember going to the first day of a class. The tables were rounded wooden rectangles with a medium brown faux wood pattern. I sat next to my cousin and I remember there was a cute guy at another table. We smiled at each other and I planned to welcome him over to my table or go over to his. My cousin and I sat in the center so we could see the projection screen.
There was a part where the teacher just didn’t teach. There was an ice cream truck at one area of the room and my cousin got me a Blizzard-like cup of ice cream with pieces of chocolate and banana. She got an actual chocolate banana and made sex jokes about the way it looked. It was funny.
Note: The chocolate banana was probably from my boss getting embarrassed over the appearance of the chocolate bananas sold at an ice cream truck near my office.
Random parts I can still remember:
There was a part where I was part of some graduating class of Marines (I think). We had neat white Marine uniforms and everyone had a hat, but me. I went to go get one and the hats were weird and had to be folded over and before I folded mine, everyone was yelled at for even having hats. They took them off and put them on a table near where we were sitting. I put mine down unfolded so others could tell I wasn’t part of the group originally with hats.
There was a part where I was working in a technology position in what looked like a large high school gym or event space with only windows near the ceiling. There were large TV screens on the wall and our workspaces were open cubicles in circles – 5 to a circle, I think. The computer screens were flatscreens and the computers were PCs. We had a cartoon of some sort (maybe a collective game?) on the TV screen to run in the background as we worked. I thought it was funny how as adults, we worked well with cartoons playing at work.
There was a part where I had a boss and he dressed as Hitler for some reason. I returned some kind of form, turned back to my coworkers and said, “What am I to do when my boss is literally Hitler?”
I remember being in a school designed similar to the middle school I went to with a courtyard in the center (I think this is related to the hospital my friend just had her baby in). We had a schedule to keep to like school, but I think it was a conference.
I remember someone complaining that there was an IT all staff meeting that had free food, but we were no longer IT, so we had to find food elsewhere. I saw a perfect untouched lemon poppy seed muffin in the trash. I took it out and ate it. It was OK, but it was small and didn’t even rise above the paper.
I also went to the all staff meeting for more free food. No one said anything to me about it.
There, a friend from a past job said her husband was DJ-ing someplace in the city. I thought this was weird since the guy is usually shy in waking life. I later asked her if he had a website, but, as usual in the dream, that question was ignored because they thought I’d offer to create one for them…for a price.
I remember having lots of dreams, but the ones I remember:
There was a scene where I walked to a class the most efficient way possible – through the back allies through tan brick buildings. I remember dropping a paper napkin.
I remember the class was a Spanish class I was taking for an easy credit since I’ve had Spanish before. The teacher said it was only one day and he taught it like a math class, even writing equations on the board. I thought he just had a new way of teaching Spanish or something. However, he stopped without tying the equations in with the language.
At the end, some people went to the board and started writing things. One was some teacher who didn’t like me nor trust me. The other was similar to a faculty member I work with who does like me and he even joked about me. The guy who didn’t like me was confused by this.
There was a part where there were photos of a young blond girl and I said, “Doesn’t she look like…” and I looked up a fake Facebook profile that used a photo of someone I thought was probably caught in sex trafficking or something and I pointed out how she looked like the grown version – she had the same hair color and “German nose.”
There was a scene where I was watching a movie and a woman came into the room and I found out she had PTSD attacks whenever she saw someone in a military uniform. I told her I’d fast forward through that part of the movie, but remembered later the character’s C.O. appears in uniform.
I offered to find a movie to watch with her that didn’t have any triggers. We decided to watch Big Hero 6 on Netflix. Somehow there was a lag and it played a comedy from the 1970s.
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.