I remember being at a university that was in a downtown area of a large city. The city reminded me of Cleveland or Pittsburg, and some of the streets were angled weird instead of the grid I grew up with.
I was in a cafeteria that had a second level where people could eat and look down below (like Carnegie Melon) and I was on the first level. Some guy came in and shot someone famous. Everyone got down and ran. I got away from the building, but I wasn’t worried about being a target – this was obviously a hit on that one person.
I later went in because I was hungry and all the food areas were shut down. I went to join a group of people waiting to get food from the vending machine. I needed change, so I went over to a cashier who was still working, but she wasn’t allowed to sell the food. I asked for change and they looked at me like I was crazy and said, “Are you kidding me? That was a level 3 assault and you think I would be able to give you change?”
Later, I was using the restroom at “work” (in the college, but I don’t remember which department) and it looked like my parents’ bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain and found three bound “celebrities” with their hands and feet bound and their mouths covered with duct tape. I thought they were dead. One of them opened their eyes. I thought, I should report this…Then, time jumped a week and the two dead celebrities were still there. My co-workers in the dream obviously had seen them and didn’t report them either. I remember thinking I first found them last Tuesday and it had been a whole week! I thought, “I have to report this, but anonymously because I don’t want to be a target.”
Later, I remember being in a pool on campus holding onto an inner tube looking into a cardboard box with a Go Pro doing a sign-off for a YouTube video. I did a couple of takes – one using my real name, another using an alias I plan to use in waking life. In waking life, I plan to not show my face, though.Soon after that, I found myself in an auditorium/stage/studio in some improv class. I was looking for a recording studio to report those dead celebrities in private. However, the class was about getting over shyness, so everyone was confused when I wouldn’t make this “important phone call” in front of them. It turned into running a parkour course and I even tried to do a cartwheel and failed.
Soon after that, I found myself in an auditorium/stage/studio in some improv class. I was looking for a recording studio to report those dead celebrities in private. However, the class was about getting over shyness, so everyone was confused when I wouldn’t make this “important phone call” in front of them. It turned into running a parkour course and I even tried to do a cartwheel and failed.There was a part where I was going to go back to the cafeteria building to get something and come back, but others were confused why I’d go so far. It wasn’t far at all – it was across the street. That’s how I saw/remembered the intersection of college buildings. They were partially highrises – some were repurposed buildings that were built in the 1930s.
There was a part where I was going to go back to the cafeteria building to get something and come back, but others were confused why I’d go so far. It wasn’t far at all – it was across the street. That’s how I saw/remembered the intersection of college buildings. They were partially highrises – some were repurposed buildings that were built in the 1930s.
I remember parking my car and taking a “shuttle” bus to some place I worked. I remember riding past an older (1950s?) low brick building with a gold logo. I called it the “West Union.” The bus went around a large median, possibly part of a large roundabout with newly planted spring flowers and those white blooming trees. I thought about how I didn’t park THAT far away, the bus just had to go around the place in one direction.
I remember going under an underpass – maybe a skywalk between buildings.
I later remember walking toward the building the offices were in. I had to go through a small courtyard the offices faced – they were on the second floor. The courtyard was paved with brick, but it seemed to have been neglected for some years. Tree roots were pushing up in places and weeds were growing in others.
I remembered the other times I was in that building. In the dream, it was a place I used to work or worked more often that I was visiting for some other job. I knew where the elevators were and where each hallway went and even remember parking in a lot behind the building.
In waking life, I have never been to a campus that looked like that, but I’m guessing based on weather and flowers that it was in the north/northeast America and in an older part of some larger city. The buildings seemed to have been built only 2-3 stories due to zoning at the time and I don’t remember any skyscrapers near the campus. The parking and bus system reminded me of a larger city, though.
After playing and watching others play Life is Strange and watching an episode of Quantico a couple of days ago, it combined into a dream with a combo of the two.
I remember being in a classroom and we had to take information and use it to come up with a theory about some crime or, at least, an idea where to look next. I enjoy this kind of thing, but I was frustrated because the self-appointed leader of the group ignored ideas from me and another member of the group about how to do this task quickly and efficiently.
My plan was to have the photos of the involved people laid out on the chalkboard and the evidence related to them placed around them with lines so we can quickly see patterns and remove “noise.” The other person’s idea was similar. Instead, the leader wanted us to put up photos of each suspect/person-of-interest and comment on them one by one. It was going to take forever and we were going to miss something.
Eventually, this turned into people copying information from reports onto the chalkboard and running out of room. I just grabbed who I thought was the most important suspect and found some scotch tape and went to show my idea and why it would help. However, the report copiers wouldn’t allow me to use the board because they needed it to write the reports on the board.
I felt like we weren’t doing our job and the leader only made us do these things to APPEAR to be working instead of solving the crime and closing the investigation.
I started doing my idea on a table and started matching the evidence and related documents.
I’m half asleep, so this will not be very detailed. I might return and put more details later.
I remember telling a class of students, “I’m not the teacher, I’m only the facilitator.” Apparently, two students were out and didn’t complete their homework because they were about to have babies.
Later, I was on some moving platform and I took out my phone to email the students to look at the syllabus regarding excused absences/late work. I put the phone away and knew I was on some sort of time travel machine. There was a pool of still green liquid with glittery sparkles next to me.
The platform moved to an edge and turned around. It was like a roller coaster – it went to that edge to have enough room to accelerate. It accelerated straight at a solid metal door. I thought, “What’s the good at holding my arm up and closing my eyes?” So I looked at the door as I went toward it.
Just as I reached it, the door flipped open, revealing a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. The platform accelerated even faster.
At the end, I was disappointed. The ride ended under some raised highway and I was greeted by some person in a lizard costume and another amusement park employee.
I really wanted to time travel.
Maybe I did travel…to the future!
I remember checking out an athletic gym on opening day. This one had a twist – it used a smaller space by manipulating gravity. It was cool and I kept thinking I needed to post a photo to Instagram about how you can exercise upside-down. I kept worrying, though, that I’d fall to the ceiling.
What I still remember:
I was sleeping on a bed in the dining room of the house I lived in prior to 1993. My mom was there. She went to the window and looked worried. I went over and saw a girl and guy trying to break in the back door. Our window was open, so I said, “Can I help you?”
They looked over and I can’t remember if they said anything. I said, “We don’t have much after the last guy cleared us out.” I tried to lie that we were robbed before, so robbing us is a waste of time. I hoped they didn’t see that my mom was a hoarder and we actually DID have stuff.
Later, my mom said she heard something and I looked out of the window and the intruders knocked on a window from the inside. I went to the kitchen and asked if they wanted anything and offered them water.