I can barely remember it now, but I vaguely remember trying to get out and help others get out of some place with maze-like hallways.
I remember getting tasered/shocked by some earbuds. I’ve never been tasered in waking life, but in the dream, I don’t remember pain, but I froze in mid-sentence, my mouth was open, so drool came out, and I dropped because I couldn’t move to catch myself from falling. The earbuds with the electricity shocking me stayed against my skin like a magnet. I found it really interesting while it was happening.
I remember telling others about this dream in the dream and about how I generally don’t run from people in dreams, I plan how to get others out and take down whoever the “bad guys” are through outwitting them or befriending them.
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.
From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
Dude with blue hat and beard
“Thanks, but I’m just going to wear the shirt purple tie-dye shirt.”
Homeless girl in the restroom trying to wash things with a weird scrubber.
Don’t want to take this, she’s nice, but she’s desperate. DVD player.
Went back to the parents at the airport. “Have you seen that guy, again? Somebody left this.” It was a DVD file and an audio recording of some time and the guy’s father or whatever said, “These are his REM cycles.” I said, “These are his what?” It sounded like heartbeats mixed in with breathing.
The DVD was partly visual. Something weird was happening with his teeth, but when he would enter the dreamworld, he would go, “Oh, my! Oh, my! What the? This is crazy! This is wild!”
I didn’t say it aloud in the dream, but I was very intrigued by the idea that this guy was part of a program – that he was trying to communicate that I was part of it, too. I just don’t remember and I can’t remember at this time. Well, he asked me in the restroom when I found him, but he asked me something about remembering something and I don’t remember.
Note: The premise of the dream was that this dude with the blue hat and beard cornered me in the restroom and tried delivering me a message. He was surprised I could see him THIS TIME. Also, he was on the run from “agents” and was able to keep one step ahead of them. He told me something that involved remembering, but I couldn’t remember what he said.
Note: I dreamed of this scenario again months later.
Note: This comes after a 4-day vacation in Washington, D.C. and marathoning Twilight Zone on Netflix…
I remember being in an underwater “ship” and my job was to help dock our ship with other ships. The docking area was a glass hexagonal opening with glass around it. Something happened and a “crew” and I had to evacuate and run from some other group.
I remember random memories of grabbing red bags to escape before the pursuing group got there. There was also some random memory of being in ski gear and walking over snowy land.
The next part I remember is walking into a hotel-like area with the others in an Asian area. Since there were no windows and everything was connected, it could have been underground or part of some large ship, etc. I remember bowing as if I had gotten into the habit on a previous trip and I remembered thinking I could speak Japanese.
This was a red flag for me. I don’t know Japanese and neither did the character in the dream.
I walked through the area, which looked like it was modeled after Bangkok, but was Japanese, and the place I was walking through I think was something like a brothel. I thought the girls were there for one purpose. My character thought about how I’d style my hair to fit in and how cool the kimonos were. However, there was “background thoughts” that were male and less verbal than my own.
I remember later going into a room and realized what was happening. The “crew” was nearby. I willed the body’s hand to move and pound the bed as a said, “What happened? Where is MY body?”
I felt the guy’s whose body I was in get worried and afraid of this loss of control. One of the more leader-y crew members spoke to me saying they had no choice. To save me and lose my body, they transferred my consciousness into a crew member’s body to share until they had a chance to find another body.
This technology was invented to allow people to experience things from others’ point of views and return to their body. Usually, the second consciousness can just watch and is advised against moving the body. The fact that I did so scared the host. It also made me so connected to the body, that I felt the weight and pain the body felt because I couldn’t withdraw as easily to an observer role.
This showed up when the host was clearing the bed of roleplaying costumes for the other customers. The host wasn’t really into all that stuff. I remember one costume was heavy samurai armor. I was worried that the longer I was in this host, the more of his memories would get mixed with mine and I wondered how the mind would consolidate us into one consciousness.
I remember being in a room with standard gray flat carpet. I was sitting in a chair and chatting with a friend to my right about something. He was the friend who trained me when I was going through CCW training in waking life a few years ago.
In the dream, he was a contractor or engineer or something in charge of updating the structure of some of the buildings. I asked him when a certain building was going to be updated and he said another building had to be updated first. It was something like a play on the Pentagon, like the “Dodecahedron” or something and we talked about the crazy naming of buildings. We joked about how they could be named after people like the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Library, you know, after famous people with at least three names.
A training activity began at the front of the class (a corner of the room). I had a pistol (it was given to me as part of whatever program/job I was in) sitting on the chair in front of me, covered up by a navy blue coat (also part of the program). I remember others standing and one girl saying, “That’s a real loaded gun!” I could kinda see someone pointed a gun at the head of some guy in a chair. I thought, “Duh, this training would not be as good if it weren’t.”
The task was to find out if the guy was lying about being an archer. An enlarged form was to their left, but my vision was blurry. I thought, “Gah. It’s so hard to see sometimes in dreams.” I had a similar form that I was supposed to fill out, but I got distracted talking to my friend. Since it was useless trying to look up his blown up form, I thought I’d use mine for clues as I filled it out.
The others asked questions to see if they could complete the task. I started filling out the part of the form for “education.” I started with Columbus State, frustrated that I wrote so poorly in dreams, and I questioned if I should have put my high school or is that given because I’ve been to college?
I woke up. Frustrated I was leaving a dream at an interesting moment, I was able to go back.
When I “spawned,” I was just outside the classroom door and had to open it. I remember forcing myself to focus on details to keep the dream going and to become more detailed. The room’s wall was glass with a linear design that went through the center. The door had a simple lock and a narrow metal bar as the handle that made a triangle with the door. There was a government seal of some sort on the main part of the door.
I opened the door and went in. The activity was over, but the leading agent guy gave me a shout out for providing the best-trained pilots. I thanked him and thought, “He’s just being nice. The other trainers probably do just as well.”
We broke to go out for physical training on steps just outside the building. (I pictured the blueprint for these.) Outside, it was a city street (probably Washington, D.C., that I just visited in waking life) and the steps were in three sets. We jogged up and down them and the agent guy singled me out to talk as we jogged. He said he meant what he said inside – that the methods I use work well. I explained that I had the pilots perform things over and over, including purposely having their planes stall and have them get out of the stall, so, eventually, the feeling of the plane stalling won’t make them panic and instead, instinctually act to fix the problem without having to think.
I remember so many dreams with snow. One was sleep paralysis where I was almost buried with an avalanche of snow from the sky. I wondered how that was possible and there were “credits” scrolling as I tried to avoid being buried.
In another dream, I remember thinking the snow was “old” and dug at it until I found pavement.
I remember hiding in a house similar to the one I live in during waking life. I can’t remember who I was hiding from. There was a scene where a purple circular tablet thing was in my food in my fridge. A friend found it and I took it and looked at it. I threw it on the ground before it exploded. It wasn’t a big explosion, but it would have numbed my hand and possibly be fatal if I swallowed it.
The blinds are like the ones in my house in waking life where they don’t cover the whole window. A person in the house trying to help me hide put t-shirts up as curtains (this referenced my friend who did this and his wife posted it to FB), however, it didn’t cover the entire window. I remember looking through the open areas and seeing a group of guys in uniform busting into a neighbor’s house looking-for-the-Boston-Bomber style. They had weird large helmets with “MP” on the front. I thought they were looking for me.
I rushed to another room where there was another set of MPs, but they didn’t seem interested in me so I assumed they weren’t after me. I found Tim* on an old cordless phone and I kept trying to tell him about the other MPs and he kept turning away to talk on the phone.
In another part, some “agent” that was helping me out came by before a formal inspection of some sort. There was plaster, plastic from a Muscle Milk cap, and other messy stuff on the floor. She told me I’d need to clean before the inspection. I thought I could easily sweep it all into a dustpan so I said it was no problem.
Later, my upstairs neighbors and their friend who, in waking life, I never got his name, so I call him the “Blond Raven” came down for my birthday party. The girl gave me weird meat – I think it was rotten. The guy and the Blond Raven helped bake pumpkin muffins. I got frustrated afterward because I still didn’t know the Blond Raven’s name.
There was another scene that took place in a rural town where I was telling some guy about how I have always had issues with seeing distance. I can see depth, but my brain likes to compress depth, making it flatter the farther something is. It creates issues with hills because the hill looks taller and steeper than it really is when I look at it head on.
I also remember a scene in a cafe and I had a towel over my head. A staff member saw me and said, “Heather, right?” and then named off something this “Heather” would order. All I can remember is lemonade. I was in a weird mood and corrected her and said, “Everyone keeps calling me Heather, I should change my name.”