I remember spending time with Warren*. Nothing specific, though.
I remember some “dream game” about killing zombies.
I remember being on a road trip with my aunt. She was driving and I was in the passenger seat in her car. Before the trip, there was already a death omen of some sort, but during the trip through hills/mountains (it looked like Virginia or West Virginia…maybe Tennessee), a white dove landed on the windshield and pecked at the glass once. My aunt was really excited about this bird to the point of being distracted and I was freaking out silently because that’s a friggin’ death omen. I looked around, looking for dangers to warn her of. There were these people dressed like Vikings overlooking the road we were on and I also remember construction happening and rocks falling into the road. My aunt was distracted because the radio kept going out. I told her that was normal “down here” and to pay attention.
Later, we went through what I think was New Jersey (I visited NYC last week) because I saw the Freedom Tower, but it was post-apocalyptic version of New Jersey with demolished buildings. I kept saying how everything looked familiar and that I knew the place.
Jumped to turning in a gray car (not my aunt’s) alone at a car rental return in a parking garage. I can’t remember the conversation, but I was “new” and was welcomed by some group who was showing me around. Part of that was a girl leading me into another part of the structure to a customer service desk. The guy behind the desk was a fun guy and jokingly got in the girl’s face (they obviously were close) and she didn’t move and they got closer, playing some game to see how close they could get without moving back. They touched noses. I thought it was cool – they seemed really nice and friendly.
I only remember the end of this dream. I was in a boring corporate meeting about a new form of accreditation or something. I remember the group I was with were sitting in chairs better set for car dealerships than what we were part of. There was a guy to my left who kept stretching his arm and shoulder. I couldn’t tell if it was a nervous habit or he was fidgety or if he really had an arm issue. I remember him asking about the accreditation model and I said something about how we weren’t the only one in the state using it and he asked about “O’Sara” and how it has worked for them.
* Name has been changed.
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.
I’ve been slacking. What details I remember and haven’t written, yet:
A while back, there was a neat scene of a TV show, maybe it was a dream game(?) where someone main character girl was in an office with federal agents. She wasn’t supposed to be there and they were looking for her outside of the building. Someone hacked in and was able to communicate with her, telling her exactly when to move to avoid detection. The weird part was that time slowed down as she went from point to point – I don’t know if this was for the audience to see how close she was or if she was super fast. Eventually, she ended up going running in front of someone and they said, “There she is!”
Later, she and another person helping her out were in a glass room looking at a monitor trying to decipher some message. It involved an Agent Glass. While they worked on that, some technician in a lab coat was trying to get into the room, but they had to override the lock on the door.
In another dream, I remember sneaking through corridors trying to avoid eye contact with the people walking around because I wasn’t supposed to be there.
In last night’s dreams, I remember a cat holding onto a wall of a cubical. Its weight brought it down and its claws made marks into the wall. There was also some Asian guy who looked part Filipino.
I remember being in an apartment in a complex from another dream. I had two cats and I remember seeing something on Facebook about what to do with a certain powder and I sprinkled it on the floor. I later found out it was one of those Facebook things that lie (like warming a spoon in the microwave, etc.) and what I did would probably kill the cats. I swept it up, but I thought it would be in the wood grains of the wooden floor.
I think elements in the dream were supposed to make me realize it was a dream, but it didn’t work.
There was a green (a shade of dream green) lizard, an iguana, but I kept calling it a salamander.
It kept growing to a large size and even “swam” through the air, but I didn’t realize it was a dream I kept picturing a garden to let it go in.
I remember being in auditorium-like seating and staring at some lady who looked like an actress.
She confronted me later and I explained she looked like an actress (I couldn’t remember the name). She invited me out – it was awkward because it felt like she was asking me out on a romantic date, but I’m not gay, so it was just a little weird.
I ended up not following her and going in a different direction in a city.
I remember running into Charlie* in this dream. He took a lighter and burnt part of the back driver’s side door. I got mad, telling him it was a leased car.
I tried moving his hand and lighter away from my car and it went close to his face, lighting the edges of his eyebrows on fire.
It was like a way to remember the dream – for both of us. (I’m so putting this idea in a dream tech story.)
Later, Hillary* from high school got into a post-apocalyptic version of a COTA bus. I got in a passenger seat, thinking Charlie would stand in the stairwell. He didn’t get in.
Later, I was in the stairwell. We went by what Hillary called “gates.” I called them exits. They were half-built interstate highways going over a large river. There were exposed elevators.
We somehow drove through one “gate” and I was worried the bus was too long to get through an elevator cleanly. I was right, it got stuck. We still got down, though.
* Names have been changed.