I remember dreaming a lot, but I was awakened abruptly and forgot most of the night.
I remember the last dream involved Charlie* trying to give me a message and he called it an experiment. This happened on a beach. Somewhere in this, there was something to do with the “thickness” of a dream. If that made any sense.
I woke up to a bang (maybe?) around 6:31 a.m. and the sound of trees cracking/splitting. It was in threes, so I assumed it was a hypnogogic hallucination and rolled over. The noise repeated – again in three. I waited and questioned if I were dreaming and I was sure I wasn’t. The noise repeated near my closed bedroom door. I did what I tend to do when I think someone is breaking in – I said, “Hello??” and thought, what would an intruder have that would make that noise and so loudly. I turned on the light to see if there were cracks in my ceiling and there were no new ones. Plus, I would think the house falling apart would sound different due to screws, drywall, and insulation, etc. The noise played once more, near the vent that goes up to my neighbor’s apartment. I can’t hear them very well even when they are loud, so this sound had to be CRAZY loud in their apartment. I didn’t hear it after that. I thought it could be swarms of bugs in the vent and tested it. I don’t think that was it because it would have been a hollower sound. I couldn’t pinpoint any tree nearby that would have made the sound and there was no “thud” impact like I was expecting. Videos of trees also showed gun shot like popping noises. Outside of what woke me originally, I didn’t hear that.
I only posted about the tree breaking noise because I have no way of proving it wasn’t a hallucination. My hypnogogic hallucinations have been detailed and accurate before, so I don’t know what to think.
* Name was changed
Finally remembered a detailed dream that had a length of time associated with it. It’s been so long since I’ve had one and I started to get worried.
I remember walking down a flight of wooden stairs to a beach. The steps were dusted with sand and the railing was a plank of wood. I was taking the steps well and I thought, “Oooh…I’ve lost weight!” Then, I found I was able to hold my weight up completely with my left hand on the railing. This should have made it lucid, but instead, I thought, “This is great! I should do this with my right arm to make sure my arms don’t get unevenly strong.”
I got to the sand and thought it might be easier to take the steep grassy hill to my right to go back up the hill rather than the steps.
I walked out into the water – I don’t remember any distant land, so it was a large body of water.
I walked down the beach and found a chair to sit in to relax in the water. However, the waves were big and coming from the right (south, I think). Some waves were too big and went over my head, causing me to breathe in water and cough it out. After a couple of times, I moved the chair to face the waves more so I could anticipate when to hold my breath. Then, a wave hit me from the opposite direction. I thought (as I was coughing up the water), “How is that even possible???”
Enough water hit me that I eventually passed out.
When I awoke in the chair, the water was very calm. I got up and walked back to the steps.
Later, this guy, Andrew (who went by Andy), and I went exploring the area. Along the water and beach were hills with neighborhoods. We got to a place with two roads, one lower and one higher. He offered to carry me to the top road.
For some reason, a portion of the society were able to transform partly into animals (I should have questioned this) and Andy could transform into an ant. I thought it would be a small ant and wondered why transforming into a small bug would help him support my weight. He said that ants can lift things why heavier than them, partly because of their exoskeleton distributing the weight more evenly (I’m not sure how true this is in real life). He transformed into a large ant with a human head and I rode on his back to the upper street.
I got off and thanked him and he said he’d explore the lower street and we’d meet in an hour.
I walked down the neighborhood street and I remember the sun being lower in the sky for 4 p.m. and saw leaves on the ground. I assumed it was early fall.
I found an old one-story building on the right that looked like a school building built in the 1950s. I went in and went immediately into another door to my right. The first area was a “check-in” or “security” area and I just pretended I belonged there and no one went after me. I walked down a hallway laminated/waxed floor with yellow tile on half of the walls. There was sunlight coming in through doors at the end of the hall and made the old-style fluorescent lights look rather dim.
Some people walked out of rooms to my left and they didn’t recognize me, but one person asked if I was going to the training and encouraged me to follow. I followed them into a room with desks in a near circle. I ended up choosing one that faced most of the class and was to the left of the instructor.
I found out it was some kind of astronaut school. I thought that was awesome and wondered if I could sign up despite sneaking in illegally. The instructor was female and seemed to have a passion for drawing. Her notes were covered in doodles. The weird thing was that she would start a paragraph of dialog and if I said anything, even if it was saying, “that’s cool” and “neat idea!” she would stop, blink, look at me annoyed and skip to the next section. She did this also when she told us to draw something to represent us and showed a neat abstract pencil drawing. I told her that she was a good drawer and again, she moved back, blinked, looked at me annoyed, cleared her throat and started on the next section.
I knew the hour was almost up, so I left even though I was worried leaving was inappropriate at that time. I walked back to the front door. I was surprised I could walk around without someone confronting me since this was supposedly a government operation. I went to the security area that reminded me of the one I went through when working for the census. The guy manning the window was looking away from the window and focused on a computer screen in the back of the area. I remember he was wearing a blue sweater.
I shook my head and left out into the small covered area outside of the door. Children were playing in the grass to the left. I assumed they were from the old white houses across the street.
I walked back to the main street and wondered if I should go looking for Andy. It was nearing 5:30 and I didn’t know if he was still looking for me.
I walked down the street, which was a hill that went down and turned to the left (northbound). Two friends from high school were talking nearby, but I avoided eye contact so I wouldn’t have to get into a conversation. They started walking in different directions and one went along the road I was going.
Eventually, we did say hi as we went into a four-star hotel lobby at the end of the street. She excused herself and went to a set of metal elevators.
Had a dream last night where I was able to reflect superpowers. I saw a man use a power to make waves for his four year old to play in at a city beach. I wanted to see if I could do the same. I ended up causing a small tidal wave and almost drowned.
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One of the parts I remember from my dreams last night was a co-worker from a past job walking up to me on the lawn in front of a one-story brick school building. He had some kind of diamond-shaped device/amulet in his hand that had a blue jewel in the middle. He held me in a half-hug and said that the device would allow me to see the future.
He asked me what I saw. I saw (as if going into a dream) waves hitting a beach, the water line (and how weird it is to appear to be higher than the land I’m on), my feet sinking into the wet sand, and how when I picked up my foot, the print only stayed there for a short time because of the way it sucks the sand inside the print when you lift your foot and then the water comes in and erases it completely.
My co-worker was surprised it worked. His surprise made me think I was going crazy and hallucinating.
I remember traveling to different beaches with some guys and part of me realized I was dreaming. I remember feeling the texture of the sand under my feet and thinking, “I haven’t been to the beach in a long time. I miss the beach.”
I remember there was some long thin rod that went from a pole near the mainland area to a pole near the guys at where the waves come up to them.
I moved it around in a circle and it made a weird noise at my location and one coming from the far part. One of the guys told me to stop.
Later, I remember carrying a wooden seat that was contoured to be comfortable for sitting a long time. There were names and dates written on it. The oldest one was some guy named Larry from 1998. I thought, how awkward would it be to be Larry in 1998 being the first to draw his name on a pristine piece of furniture? After that, others wouldn’t care too much. It would take guts to be the first.