I remember boarding a plane and was on my way to LA for some reason. We could see what the pilot sees on a screen near the cockpit – I thought that was pretty neat. I had a ticket or something with May 11(?) of 2017 (?). I remember scratching out the year, saying it was wrong.
It was night, but what I remember the most was that the buildings we were supposed to fly over were black with orange wirefames (in real life, that would be a fun thing to project on buildings). It actually felt like a plane taking off in the dream. The plane wasn’t high enough, so they tried to avoid the buildings my tilting right, but we were too low and crashed on the right side – the side I was on.
I remember closing my eyes and covering my face to avoid debris. When I opened them, everything was in slow motion and the plane was coming apart into pieces. I couldn’t move (it was probably sleep paralysis kicking in) and I thought it was from maybe the shock or getting hit in the head and that it would wear off soon and I could start making my way out. I didn’t have fear – just like other dreams or things that have happened where I had to take action to save myself and others – I was too focused to feel any emotion. I focused on trying to grab the armrest that appeared to be stable to pull myself up. I counted the seats to the exit (the lights on the rows of seats were white and the exit was red) so I could get out even if the cabin filled with smoke. I thought I could grab at least one person’s arm to lead them out, hoping they’d grab another and start a chain.
I ended up waking up into another dream with characters I don’t know in waking life, but I kept having deja vu moments as I told them about the dream. I kept saying how it was weird I was going to LA since I have no real interest in going there. I mean, I’m in media so most of my classmates and some friends over the years have gone out there, but I’m a Midwest/East Coast person.
I remember being at Polaris mall in Columbus near Christmas. They decked the place out and had Christmas songs playing. I remember walking through an area that was set up like a church with pews and I sang along with the music despite probably bothering people.
I thought, “Wait, wasn’t it just December? How did it get so late in the year?” Then, I remembered a prediction that was made that was supposed to happen by December and I wondered if I should be trying to make it happen or will it happen no matter what and then there’s a part of me that wants to fight it, despite it being something I really want to happen. In waking life, it’s too early to tell, but the prediction is still a possibility and sadly, probably will come down to my actions or neglect.
I somehow ended up in someone’s nice home and remembered I stayed the night – probably some Air BnB thing. I was about to leave and walked toward the door, taking in their Christmas decorating thinking how I don’t have enough energy or time to decorate, but I think it’s great that they did. I then realized I stayed the night, but didn’t explore the house. I thought I’d do a quick walk through when the next tenants came in – a family of four, lead by a nice lady with short reddish blond hair. I surprised her as much as she surprised me and I told her I was just leaving.
This turned into me being in the bathroom of my apartment and hearing someone come up the front steps to my door and knock loudly. Note: in waking life, I don’t have a set of steps like that. I opened the door and went back to the bathroom while this sweaty, maybe drunk, angry lady with her hair tied back and a dirty shirt paced around. I tried to calm her down and de-escalate the situation and she grabbed my shirt and I thought she’d punch me in the face. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t reflecting her mood.
Then, I woke up.
There were other dreams and they were related to the prediction, but they weren’t vivid enough to post.
I had a few dreams where I was hanging out with Warren*. Nothing stands out, though.
I remember working on stuff we are doing at work – turning CT scan turned 3D models into something interactive.
I remember being at an outdoor wedding or event that took place on a pretty grass hill. We were all sitting at picnic tables. Warren* and Tammi* were nicely dressed and I hoped they’d sit at my table, but they sat at a table near the front before they saw me.
I remember eating cake or something with a reddish-purple fruit jelly inside. I kept asking what kind of fruit it was because I am allergic to raspberries and blueberries.
Note: This was also a reference to a dream I might add to this journal where I stopped eating a piece of raspberry cake and offered it to Warren* and Tammi* and Warren* excitedly jumped up and grabbed it. I pointed out where I ate it so he could eat from the other side, but he grabbed the fork and used it and ate the whole thing. I woke up wishing I had that in waking life – someone to enjoy and eat the food I’d normally have to throw out, but also be there when they can’t have certain food and I can.
So after not getting an answer, I shrugged and kept eating because it was tasty and I hate wasting food.
Later, the bridesmaids came out with large robin’s egg blue boxes with bows. There wasn’t enough for all the tables, so our table had to move to nearer the drop-off. I said I’d have to have my back to the drop off because it was so beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to focus. I described what I saw – the hill went down to a small pond and I said there was a fox or wolf or something down there. The wolf ran up the hill and to me and it was this REALLY LARGE wolf-like creature and it was so sweet! I got to pet it and hug it.
I remember driving and getting lost. I looked at an overhead view of the area and a map. One street I needed was Route 278 or Route 782 and it branched off from a large roundabout and I thought it was Athens, but it had a Leveque Tower-like skyscraper. Later, I ended up under an overpass area (looked a little like that one outdoor area of Glidden Hall) and some guy sang me a song. He was really nice.
* Names were changed.
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.