One of the dreams I remember came after seeing there was both a flood warning and a frost warning and falling right back to sleep.
I was on top of some small red double-decker bus (like the ones in England) and I was riding it around a parking lot that had people trying to walk on black ice. I lost control of my bus and fell, but I avoided major injury. Some firefighters helped me up and I clumsily tripped again and messed up my left big toe. They helped me up again and I went with a crowd into an old brick school.
There was a blond girl asking me questions like she was a journalist and I kept having her repeat the questions so I could respond with good quotes. Suddenly, a lot of dinosaurs randomly attacked the school. I started to see it from above as my character was bitten by a velociraptor. It laid on its side and started chewing.
I laid down and put my arm on it and it felt like a dog chewing a toy/bone. (A velociraptor wouldn’t have felt warm like this.) I thought, “Maybe being eaten by a velociraptor isn’t half bad.”
Then I woke up in a dream where I was in a bed and my arm was lying on a medium-sized dog with short black hair chewing a toy. I remember being happy and thinking it was cool how the dog showed up in my dream. Someone was sleeping to my left, but I woke up for real right after that.
“OMG I just dreamed of one of my favorite forms of storytelling and art. It was a story told through interacting with real life locations and strangers. Like, you got the next part of the story if you bought a character’s favorite candy in their hometown. You had to call/text numbers. You had to follow a trail in a national park as you listened to a scene (memory) that happened there. Go to a page in a book from a local library. Etc. In my dream, the story was called ‘Arizona’ and was about the short time a mother had with her son before some tragedy ended one of their lives.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
So more details:
I remember one part where there was a small dilapidated shack out near a foresty area. There was a handle that looked like a crank to a large Jack-in-the-Box. As you turned it, an audio file would play, continuing the story. There was also an intercom that used AI/Alexa-like responses to respond as one of the characters answering questions through an intercom of a building.
I remember a scene where I was buying candy from a small-town store and the cashier told me about the characters and a scene that happened in the store. I left and remember thinking how cool it was that I was in BFE someplace I’d never go to just to continue an immersive story. Some rando guy was following me and hitting on me on the way back to a public parking lot. I was nice because I’m nice to everyone, but the guy took it as me being interested in him. I tried to show I was just being nice and didn’t want to go somewhere with him at the moment and hoped to get to my car and never return. The parking lot was kinda shady and people were just hanging out there in the cold. I remember getting in my car, but I was smoking a cigarette and put it out on my car near the doorframe.
I really want to do something with this storytelling technique. It will probably involve time travel and local historical sites since I use real things in my fictional stories. I’m going to look into using augmented reality or 360 video triggered only in a specific location and angle to create a “shared memory.” I love codes and information, so I think I could use Dewey Decimal numbers, country auditor info, etc. I also like to ramp up the difficulty to include things that only work when at least one other person participates, during peak colored leaves season, during the month when lightning bugs/fireflies are visible, things that only work at sunrise/sunset with a view, etc.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep, but one of the more vivid dreams was a short scene where I was living with Warren* and we got in some stupid fight that was really just both of us dealing with stress, anxiety, and depression. He was mildly verbally abusive due to his mood issues and I took it hard because it was during a depression week. He was mad because the house was a mess. So I started cleaning up crap that we hadn’t gone through, starting with a cloth tote bag with a ton of unicorn-themed toys (he collected these in the dream). I also found a bunch of my old Garfield stuff in the bag. I remember thinking about how nothing really changes and that I’ve gone through this before.
* Name was changed.
Note: I’ve been having so many unicorns in my dreams, it’s getting ridiculous. However, they’ve been all really cute, so I’m not really complaining.
I remember attending a tail-end of a conference that was related to education. It was in what I call a “Georgetown-y” building because of the brick and white elements of a local apartment complex. The lobby was open and really bright and the parking was great.
I remember Warren* was there, but I spent too much time being worried about bothering him. In waking life, in my current emotional state, I would just go up and say hi. I realized after I woke up, if I acted this way in waking life, my avoidance would make him think he would be bothering me and that would make him avoid me instead of approaching me like I wanted in the dream.
* Name was changed.
To help my memory and creativity, I’ve decided to start writing in this journal again and adding some old notes from other dreams.
Last night, I remember there were “agents” searching for me. There was a group of them as if I’d be hard to catch or something and they were led by one guy. Another guy came to warn me and we ducked into an abandoned store.
I didn’t feel afraid of the group or guilty or anything, but I knew I had to try to run. The guy who warned me was way more concerned than I was.
I was about to go out a back door when a girl yelled my first and last name from outside the front door. I stopped to talk to her because I semi-trusted her. I didn’t know what “side” she was on, but I thought she was a good person and worth hearing out. She didn’t come to warn me about the pursuers as much as just notify me. I told her, “I know and that’s why I’m going out the back.”
I went through a door with one of those security metal coverings and a lever handle that didn’t move and out the back into a city alley. I expected a portion of the group there since it would make sense I’d go that way, but there wasn’t anyone. The alley was paved with old brick and it appeared to have rained earlier. The corners of the sidewalks even had worn yellow “dotted” areas (you know, for the blind?). The storefronts reminded me of the ones on State and Court streets in Athens, but this wasn’t Athens. It felt a little like German Village in Columbus, but it wasn’t there, either. After I woke up, I realized it was similar to a location in a past dream that involved running away from something as well, but I was running in the other direction.
This dream later was played back in a “frame” and it showed how close I was to being spotted, but another character would make me move just in time to avoid an “agent” who comically looked down the alley and into dumpsters for me.
I had other dreams, but I don’t remember them. I do, however, remember waking up and being disoriented. It’s weird to go from dreams with fully detailed environments, developed characters with relationships, and a backstory to waking up looking at my ceiling and remembering what is real and having to understand that all that other stuff never happened and only existed in my mind. Eventually, you get used to the disorientation, but it never stops being disorienting. It’s like when you get used to going out in the cold in a tshirt – it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still freezing.