I have been playing Uncharted 3 recently as well as thinking about how some of the cinematography techniques could be used with 360 video and it ended up in my dream as a 3D/virtual reality version of the hanging train scenes from Uncharted 2. It was AWESOME. I could watch pieces of train fall at me, then look down to watch them fall below me. I was trying to figure out how to make this scene when I woke up.
I remember trying to sleep in a new apartment. My furniture wasn’t there, yet, so I was sleeping on the only thing I had – my couch. The apartment was on an upper floor of a city building. It was converted from some office because the door was a window door with an office lock. I remember trying to sleep, thinking about how similar the windows were to my old apartment, but this one had three windows instead of one. A neighbor started blasting some song and I tried to ignore it since it was the weekend. I thought, “Did I lock my door?” Then thought, “No one is going to just walk in…oh, wait, I would.” So I got up to lock the door.
The kitchen area was created out of the reception desk and was the opposite of my old apartment. The door was across from it, facing into an alcove instead of straight into the hall like my old apartment. I opened the door to check the areas in which I’d be visible to someone in the main hall. My neighbor had a solid white door and I thought I’d ask my landlord for one of those. To my left, there was a public restroom and drinking fountain. This apartment reminded me of an apartment I lived in in another dream.
This dream started out with my mom and I visiting some old lady, but I felt as if we were being held there instead of visiting. I remember being mad that someone took a whole can of my energy drink because I brought it and wanted it.
I looked out the window and the view was of a back parking lot area surrounded by one-story business buildings. In the center, there was a huge crater/pothole with a “tiny village” in it. It looked like a recreation of some old German town, but the buildings were like big dollhouse size.
Later, I found myself in the same location, but the crater was a pond with ducks and rare birds. My mom kept trying to get me to look at some black bird with a white tuft that looked invisible when in the water. Someone called it a Jack-bird or something.
This turned into me watching a standup by a local news reporter reporting on the rare birds. Once they finished, I heard in my earpiece (I guess I was part of the news team?) a conversation asking if the reporter was finished. Since she was, men around the pond started gathering the birds – most were limp (either dead or sleep). They told me the business was moving, but it sounded like they were out to kill the birds. I rushed over and grabbed a white goose – it looked like the Aflac one and tried to steal it to rescue it. I thought I could keep it as a pet if it was still alive – I never checked if it was breathing. A lady I knew from the business looked at me weird holding a goose when she was letting in a cleaning crew. I snuck around the back of the building to avoid more run ins with the staff and the same girl exited the building just as I was passing. She never said anything about the goose, but I made it around to my car – some rental that was a dark gray four-door sedan. I put it in the back seat and remembered looking at the buildings thinking the place has changed a lot over the last few years.
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 vaguely remember coding these 3D animated flamingos to form a line. I made them look around as if they were trying to line up with each other, but I had coded the location of this invisible line. The looking around was fake, but it was believable.
There was also a part where I remember moving 3-dimensional “blocks” with a center sphere. Effects were added to the sphere to create a “fog” or “mist.”
I remember going into an apartment and finding my place full of other people’s stuff. The woman that lived there had kids apparently because there were toys and things with cartoons everywhere – including Winnie-the-Pooh.
I realized I was in the past before I moved in.
I left and walked out onto a porch where there was a girl with a cool hat and knitted bag. She was looking at her phone and smoking a cigarette.
I accused her of being the one who sent me back in time. I said “time” in a weird accent and she mocked it. She asked, “Did it help?”
I possibly have a cold or allergy causing sleep disorder symptoms again.
This is the first sleep paralysis episode I’ve had in a while.
I remember being in my room, but instead of me being an adult and my room being in my apartment, I was young and living with my parents. Light was coming through my window from a full moon or a streetlight and I heard a female struggling – between a grunt and being out of breath.
I thought it was an intruder trying to come through the window. Then, I thought, why would an intruder choose a second-floor window? I couldn’t move to investigate the noise or grab a weapon. I yelled for my mom – mostly to nicely tell the intruder there are multiple people in the house, so they should choose a different one. My mom yelled (I heard her through the closed door) and basically told me to go to sleep. I guess earlier in the dream, I’d call her in for stupid stuff.
This intruder kept coming. I saw a shadow of a small female coming down from the roof. I questioned, why would someone go through the trouble to sneak in by starting on the roof of a three-story house?
Then, I woke up.
I realized the “struggling” breathing noises was me as I was going through stress. It wasn’t closed breathing as much as if I were just running and I was trying to breathe through my nose to catch my breath.
I remember entering a building and going around a “zig-zag” to get to a hallway with studio apartments on the right. Each one had a window facing a lot with two strip malls on the same level. I had my family and friends over and everyone drank all of my energy drinks I just bought. When they left, I looked out of the window hoping to see a corner store that might sell the drinks I like so I could walk over tomorrow despite the cold. I didn’t see anything related to energy drinks.
I decided to look out of the other side of the building or go out and look beside the building. On my way back, I couldn’t find my apartment/room. I looked and looked. I couldn’t remember the number – 417? 419? When I woke up, I wondered how 400s rooms would be on the main level. I’m guessing the building was built into a hill.
I even asked a guy at a kiosk if he remembered what door I came out of and he said he didn’t. I tried each door, knowing I left mine unlocked. However, so did everyone else, so I kept opening them, seeing the belongings of someone else in each (one was an old lady, one was a middle-aged woman, one was a gay couple, one was empty, etc.) or seeing the window position being different (the windows all had white vertical blinds, but were different sizes and different parts of the wall). I’d apologize and go to the next. The middle-aged woman said it was OK and that she has had to do the same.
I also remember the handles to open the doors were slightly different and tried to remember what mine looked like. I went up and down the hall and decided to go further and found an open fitness gym area and thought, “I didn’t know we had a gym here! AWESOME!” but assumed I’d have to pay a fitness coach (a couple walked around the area) to use the area. The area was a neat dark blue with blue lights.
I walked back using my waking-life navigational skills and recognized the entrance I took to get in the building and the “zig-zag,” but I still couldn’t find my apartment. I thought I’d walk toward the entrance I went to before, checking the apartments on the way. I found the guy couple’s apartment and they were nice and tried to help me. I noticed when talking to them that the strip malls outside were replaced by a neat courtyard with trees and a park with a stone path around the trees.
You’d think I’d eventually catch on that I was dreaming. Instead, my brain went right to, “Woah, do you think this is time travel?” For some reason, time travel (which I enjoy writing about, but I’m skeptical of) was more likely than me being asleep.