“ Dreamed NASA opened up requirements for space travel by having a group in charge of piloting and other jobs in weightlessness and a group who were the traditional physically fit people that would build stations on the moon. I was selected to be one of the pilots, but also as a general ‘computer person’ and Russian translator. Part of the dream involved smart kids getting recruited to colonize Mars – they’d be adults by the time they were trained and arrived. My dream skipped over the training parts and I remember being anxious about the trip.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
Klaus – a friend/past coworker from waking life – was there and he tried to calm me down.
It turned into some story idea/dream where I found out they never developed a way to have us return safely after dropping off the people on the moon. We worked with some guy named “Jensen” (an engineer) to develop a way we could land safely or find a way to the ISS. We had to work in secret despite cameras everywhere that had a feed that was available online 24/7 because NASA command (or whatever) planned to stop us. They had remote control over our power and life supply and showed that when I first found out about the suicide mission. I went to get Jensen after I found out and had us both turn our microphones off to discuss it. They told us to turn them back on. We did and I was snarky and asked them if they knew – I mean, they had to, right? They told us to keep our mics on and I said, “Get used to not hearing us” and made it clear I wasn’t going to take orders when our orders would lead to our destruction. That’s when they shut off the power and turned it back on explaining they were in control.
Being recorded and broadcasted live 24/7 involved a whole b-story. There were parts where I talked to Klaus about how it’s not that we (humans) don’t want to be watched, it’s usually about how we don’t want to be judged. (I remember this part because of a weird habit I have when it comes to holding onto things like a refrigerator handle, door frame, etc. and I was holding onto a handle above me to try to remain still.) There was a part where we could get video calls from loved ones and reporters. That’s where the judgment would come in. Even when responding, the camera was much higher than the video feed and people watching would comment how we couldn’t make eye contact or that we were answering untruthfully because we were looking down. I was the only one who didn’t do this because I’ve always known to look at the camera to make it look like I’m keeping eye contract when the others were making eye contact with the faces on the video feeds. I thought it was dumb that something so small would cause people to judge us and struggled with later decisions that involved deals that broke social norms just because our survival was at risk. Even though we wouldn’t get any feedback, I still think we were being broadcasted. The only reason NASA didn’t cut our power was because it was good TV. We later were able to communicate through written notes that didn’t align with our speech in order to continue planning until we had full control.
The craziest parts were based on things from real life like my heart rate being so slow that NASA command would periodically check up on me when my heart rate would dip. However, my heart gave away my discovery about not having a reentry plan even when I tried to keep a straight face.
The Russian translation part came in because we were all trained in basic Russian, but I focused my training to be a translator because I like languages. We planned to possibly work with the Russians since we felt America kinda screwed us over and Russians could help us out and then use it as a political move. In the end, we’d get back safely. We tried to find a way to do it and not risk looking like traitors enough to get killed and that getting picked up by the Russians was an accident, not planned.
There was even a scene where Klaus told me when we’d have access to Russian communications that would reach their government. I wasn’t ready and believed NASA would catch us and turn off our power if I tried to reach out at that time. He said we wouldn’t have the ability to contact them again for 3 hours. We both decided to use those 3 hours to find a way to disrupt NASA’s control of our systems while maintaining access to data and comms.
We had another person who was in charge – we referred to him as our CO (commanding officer) – but we thought he was in on the plan. I later explained to him our plans knowing there was a part of him that wanted to survive and our plans involved saving everyone on board – even if some had to go to the ISS and other landed. We didn’t plan on sacrificing anyone. In the end, he kept out of our way.
Later, the story ended when we successfully landed in an ocean. Jensen tried to pull me out of the water – we were the only conscious ones – but I went to unbuckle Klaus and motioned for Jensen to get our CO. I was able to get Klaus and he was OK, but Jensen left our CO because he was pinned under something and bleeding from the head. We were quickly rescued by Russians in helicopters. They pointed guns at our heads and I remember smiling and saying “Spasibo.”
The Russians used us as “hostages” to get something from America, but we were treated well because we made a deal with them.
I remember having a new apartment, but in the dream, it fit in a plastic “box” the size of a mattress. Inside, it was an older room-sized apartment, but I found that imagining it to be a newer place, it turned into an awesome apartment.
I later showed it off to friends and coworkers in the dream. They thought it was interesting, but didn’t know how it worked. I even showed one of them how the steps going down to a basement were just an illusion to make the space seem bigger.
I remember there was a dog and it really liked the guy I liked in the dream.
There was also a scene where I told my coworker who had a clear box with colorful slugs about how I dreamed she had these slugs.
Later, I remember looking around the “box” to figure out how it worked. It was in a city I’ve dreamed about before and it was leaned up against an old warehouse that was partly under construction.
In another dream, I was with a class or team in a place with tall white walls. I remember taking a walk outside and it was near a tree-lined creek. I later went to a restroom hoping to hear the guy I like walk by so I could bump into him and we’d walk outside together.
“One of the weird dreams I had last night was about being given a VR headset for free and playing a few versions of the same game. Later, two entrepreneur/terrorist/hacktivist developers were trying to get me to help their anti-government plan by either volunteering or donating my headset. I was annoyed and said no. I finally got a VR headset and these assholes wanted to use it for a crime (and planned to make a profit somehow)?”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
The two hacktivists had a feeling similar to the Men in Black pair that shows up in dreams sometimes. Instead of fear of not doing what they wanted me to do, it was annoyance that these characters expected me to do something I didn’t want to. They were often off to the side and I tried to ignore them.
Other dreams I don’t remember had symbols I tried to remember – as if it was a task – like an acorn where the top part was made of silhouettes of different other symbols.
I also remember the song “I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)” by the Four Tops.
“Too much sleep + mosquito bites + sound of a fly + watching Homeland before bed = crazy dreams about working for the government, attending a conference I wanted to volunteer at, talking to some guy in a military uniform about ice cream, went around looking for hidden notes from a local group of scavenger hunters, all to find out that I was beta testing a dream game with some other players.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
What I remember days after the fact:
I remember being hired to work for a government-run department with high security and was trained for the job. Other positions and departments were understaffed and I took over a spot/shift for someone and their area was farther underground. I caught something and saved the department money and embarrassment and a group of higher ups followed me around to see how I did so. I told them I was just filling in and wasn’t even trained for the job I was subbing in. All but my direct supervisor (which I called my “direct report” in my dream) left. She sat and watched me look at monitors. I thought she’d be so bored because that job wasn’t that entertaining or exciting.
I remember parts where I was eating at an event and thought about volunteering the next year despite volunteers being younger and students (lower-rung type) instead of where my status was. I wanted to explore an area, but triggered a part of the “dream game” and it took me to the next scene. I watched as other players explore the areas I wanted to explore.
Later, I was in a car with other players as the main player had an interaction with an NPC in a house. I told the other players how far I thought we were in the game based on my first playthrough.
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.