I haven’t remembered my dreams in full for a while, but I remember at least two dreams having someone search for me, chase me through the dream, or hunt me. Nothing negative, though. It was more like I shouldn’t have been in the places I was so people were hunting me down to kick me out or give me a fine. One involved an aquarium, I think.
I remember a “dream game” where I had to hide in some restroom stalls. One was on fire. I remember knowing it was a game and tried to shoot a female “enemy” with a rifle of some sort. I felt bad about it because game or not, it was too realistic and I’m not a shooter – I rather stealth, melee, or friend enemies. I remember running from the room and knowing my way out of a maze of stalls.
Later, I remember being some sort of reporter and reporting on unique sporting events. One involved something like volleyball, but with just kicking and the players were not allowed to take their hands off the ground unless moving. Another “sport” was something to do with motorbikes in a canyon, but the people were mad I was there, so I had to sneak up on them. There was one part, too, where someone was looking for me/someone playing a certain dream game. I pretended to be asleep, thinking they wouldn’t know which game I was playing or just normally dreaming. It worked.
I woke up at a decent time, but I ended up passing out for another three hours.
All I remember from the dreams during those three hours were of being in a “dream game” (video game, but in a dream) where I had to escape a scene/encounter by climbing some brick building that reminded me of Bromley Hall. I remember thinking it was so cool that it was easy to climb (I had very little weight) and I could feel the texture of the bricks. Just like in video games, I was able to climb/jump up to areas of the building impossible in waking life. Each time I reached, a white sphere appeared over the area I could grip that was like the white spheres in Beyond: Two Souls.
One disappointing thing, though, was not being able to safely look down. I really wanted to, too.
I remember going to a customer service desks with clocks and posters and slideshows playing on monitors behind some people at the desk where they each had a phone and a computer, but also physical paper they were looking through.
I asked for Warren* by his full name and they looked to their right and he was taking a nap on the desk in front of his computer. He woke up when he heard his name and looked around really disoriented as if he didn’t know where he was.
I was like, “I asked for help and they randomly chose you!”
Later, I realized that was a lie (I had forgotten I asked for him by name) and tried to forget again so it wouldn’t seem like a lie because I was too embarrassed to admit I asked for him personally and then lied about it.
The next scene I remember was of him looking at an Excell sheet (helping me with taxes?) showing I had gone on three trips for “contract” work of some kind. He was nice and helpful as usual, but he seemed super sleepy and a bit confused about why he was there.
I wish I knew I was dreaming because then the dream wouldn’t have been so boring.
* Name was changed
This dream was in two parts.
The first part had something to do with living in a dorm-like situation in a room with white walls, but the paint had worn off in places making the place look old. There were two closets filled with clothes on one side. I remember picturing where I was going to put my desk and dresser in the room.
There was a part of that dream where I asked a question to some authority figure/advisor(?) and they said yes (giving me some sort of freedom to do what I wanted) and I remember thinking I had another year left in some creative program.
The next part I remember was of eating lunch in a cafeteria with others in this program. The table was big, round, and fake medium dark wood. I had my black hoodie on the table.
To my right, some charismatic guy was telling a story. He wore a type of sweater I really like on guys and I think it was “dream green” like the one I’ve seen Warren* wear. This was not Warren. This guy was slightly taller, more…military-y and had lighter hair. I remember liking this guy’s confidence and how he interacted with people. I never got his name, so I kept calling him “Sweater Guy.” He reminded me of Jordan or Jensen from other dreams (my subconscious LOVES naming guys with J names).
He put his fist in the middle like some rallying move. The others, still eating, were confused. I was enjoying this guy’s energy so I went with it and the others did, too. He then started messing with my hoodie and going through the pockets. I was like, “Yo, dude, what are you doing?”
He admitted to looking for cash.
I told him I wasn’t that stupid – I wouldn’t leave cash in my hoodie and have it on the table.
Later, I was walking out of the main area and he approached me and hugged me and tried to chat me up, but I could tell he was trying to find my cash – usually in my back pocket, which he got and teased me about actually getting it from me and offered it back. I played back during this, trying to find where he kept his cash, but didn’t find it.
I woke up around this time, but the dream character never seemed like he was out to steal, but to remind people to be smarter about where they keep their cash. I think he targeted me because I wasn’t scared off by him or get mad at him. Even if he was out to steal, I’d just make sure I didn’t have anything valuable when I was near him and still treat him kindly. My subconscious makes up interesting characters.