“Gah. Got stuck in a semi-lucid dream false awakening loop where the plot was that I was a guide in the anesthetic-induced dream for some guy named Sal or Saul Weinstein or Feinstein from the past while he was in surgery. I would explain to him what the weird sounds were and the sound track was from me. Later, some lady talked said a rhyme about how Kennedy wasn’t elected by one person, that it took many. The hours-long scene ended, and the dream started turning black. I started freaking out because I didn’t know how to wake up. I tried and ended up in front of a house in the late 80s /early 90s and the kids there couldn’t understand why I was frustrated. I tried to wake again and it didn’t seem to change much and I went into this whole spiel about how the place was a poor place and because if that, I have no idea what decade I was in because it made sense that this community would have old cars and no cell phones. I kept saying I was from the 2020s and later corrected that. I wondered if I was dead and was about to accept my fate (being stuck in a lucid dream and traveled through time, getting stuck in the past) when I woke up. Only a half hour had really passed.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
I don’t remember the whole thing, just that it was the end of the world and I was in a small “colony” of sorts holed up near a river/aqueduct that I associated with California.
I remember being angry at one point. It was when we were growing low on food and the military (and ex-military) members who decided to become THE leaders decided to make a team go out and search for food, water, and other resources. I felt they had made a clique of muscular men all with similar skills and views to be the “survivors” and viewed everyone else as people who could be sacrificed when the food starts to run out. They claimed they were looking for food for everyone, but I didn’t believe them.
What made me angry was the poor leadership decisions. In waking life, I believe in becoming anarchist if the world ever went to shit and everyone would be a “leader” of some sort. Everyone has value and a diverse, cross-trained team would be better than the homogenous group they formed. I kept saying that some others (an old man, a middle-aged woman, a teenager, etc.) and I should be able to help. The military men can be the front “strength” view that other survivors would see so we’d avoid easy attacks, but without diversity, there wouldn’t be any diplomacy. I told them they should have some translators (being California, I assumed we’d run into Spanish-speaking people and none of them knew anything more than English and few words in Arabic/Farsi from their time overseas). I said on top of languages, I have a knack for navigation, exploring, taking inventory, and noticing details others overlook. They laughed and treated me like a child.
I remember being some “evil” spirit in the shape of an orange cube-shaped stone that floated and talked to young people. I vaguely remember having poisonous spiders fall on and line up on the spine of some girl and I was going to have them bite her all at once to paralyze her.
We got to some place called “Fire Lane” where there was a positive presence despite many buildings damaged by freak fires and the spiders fell off.
I think being sore, drinking water before going to bed, and worrying about driving on ice in the morning made me have lots of dreams.
This was a weird dream where Google and SpaceX were teaming up to create what they called “propulsion suits.” They looked like fitted gray suits normally, but they inflate and allow the wearer to float and fly up (not far). Instead of a balloon, the wearer looks like they are wearing a fake muscle suit, which allows for mobility. One neat detail was that, unlike Iron Man movies that show him often in a vertical position, the creators of this suit explained they work best in a lying position. The guy demoed this by diving into a float/hover. The suits were not only for space but to be a backup for parachutes. There was a device that would inflate the suit at a certain altitude and slow the fall of someone free falling, making it even help when the wearer was unconscious.
I later told a friend about them and try to explain that with the suit I’d be able to jump/float to the top of the event tent we were in. It was a two-story tent with red and white stripes. I also said it would have been more impressive if there weren’t things already floating in the air (this should have made me realize I was dreaming).
I remember being at home, but there was a ranch house in the back yard further up the hill. It was a half-lucid dream and I told myself to look for the house when I woke up. I couldn’t remember if it was real or not. My upstairs neighbors moved into it, but part of it was broken.
For some reason, they leaned two boards against an open window to create a place to roll something inside. They ended up driving a car up the “tracks,” they moved and the car hit and broke a window. One of the neighbors was in the house and looked outside.
I walked outside and a maroon PT cruiser pulled up and parked near the laundry area. The downstairs neighbor’s mom came out of the car.
I walked with her toward the east and instead of a hill, the land was flat and my porch was HUGE.
Kids were walking around in Halloween costumes and I asked, “Is it near Halloween?” and she shook her head.
Eventually, I remember a scene where a boy (who was old enough should have understood this crap already) said his school hasn’t taught how to break dollars into change and asked how many nickels in a dollar, etc. I explained the best way to start visualizing it was 100 pennies in a dollar. That’s 10 rows of 10 pennies. For a quarter, you want to half it, then half it again. For a dime, it’s one row of 10 and a nickel is half that. It sounds complicated, but I wanted to teach it visually, not using written numbers.
I remember having to drive on roads that were becoming icy, facing the sun and not being able to see.
I ended up on a city street in a poorer part of a city. It wasn’t dangerous, but it was a very poor area. I had a plastic bag of quarters and I was going to donate it to a school, but some poor guys walked by. I got lost looking for the school and just handed out the quarters to the poor people. A cop came over and said it was illegal without a permit. I didn’t understand how that kind of kindness could be illegal.
I remember a scene later when I finally found the school. They wanted information and I had forgotten the materials with that number. I found an ID card of sorts the woman at the desk said could work, but most people can’t find the Roman numeral she would need. I looked around and chose the number that showed the most: 6. Then I saw the “V” at the center top and said, “Wait, wait! Five!!!!”
I remember being in an audience with my parents watching some movie on a flat screen. The movie was called “Do” (as in “Do this” “Do that”) and was a long-awaited sequel to a movie that came out in 2009.
Someone made a lot of noise talking while finding their seat, so I paused the movie. When I played it again, I blanked out, then came back and I couldn’t understand why the screen was down the way. My mom said it was because I paused the movie and it’s taking forever to load now. There was a loading bar on the TV.
My mom and I decided to go to the restroom. While we were gone, my dad left to go to the lobby and “rant about France.” I was pissed because when we went back, people took our seats!
I also got mad because the family that took our seats had kids playing with large inflatable balls that made noises when bouncing off things. I said, I shouldn’t have to watch a movie with that sound in the background until I have kids myself!
I don’t think this was the first dream, but it’s the first one I remember at the moment.
I remember driving down a road and it was a gloomy day. I saw some buildings on the left and decided to explore the buildings. I pulled in and entered a brown building.
It was an arcade! I remember using quarters to play games. One was easy with pushing buttons to match the letters and numbers on a screen. I kept accidentally restarting the game, though.
Someone came over and watched and after resolving to not restart the game again, I offered to let her play. I was frustrated because I thought if she didn’t do well, it would affect my score. Then, I decided I could just replay the first level.
She put the quarter in and played Level 2. It was bad. I thought it looked simple and showed her how to play, but I was pressing the buttons too fast and kept failing as well.
I moved over to a game that had a row of mini basketball hoops and after you put the quarter in, they’d move forward and back. Primary colored plastic balls were in an aluminum trough. Some guy kept jokingly tossing the balls to me. Another person was playing it correctly, but they stepped back to make it harder. I kept saying how the game was great for people who enjoy throwing things. I even attempted to play from the side of the machine.
I remember returning from a road trip with my friend Sean. We were in a house with Matt, who seemed stressed for some reason.
Later, I found out he was mad at me for taking so long to pay him $58 for something. I told him I sent him a check TWICE. However, it was from another bank and I wondered if there was some two-week turnaround. I told him, “Fine! I’ll pay you now.” I also told Sean, he needs to make sure his checks went through because he used the same service as I did on the trip.
I had a lot of random cash, but I didn’t think I had enough, so I got my checkbook. It was behind the fridge for some reason.
I wrote him out the check and started to clean out the kitchen and refrigerator. There were slabs of reddish uncooked meat – I didn’t know what kind. I kept asking if it was bad. One obviously had someone slowly growing/crawling out of it, so I threw that in the trash in the adjoining room near the door.
I found more meat and went to throw it away. I put it on a nearby table and questioned throwing away a whole other slab. Something started crawling/growing out of this one, too. However, I was curious to see what it was. It turned into, I kid you not, a tiny dragon, harnessed to a tiny sleigh with a rider and it flew away with rainbow and glitter shooting out from the meat.
I was REALLY weirded out, but I partly wanted to know what came out of the other one. I thought the people in the house slipped me some kind of hallucinogen. I announced to everyone, “Oh, my god, I’m hallucinating!” In waking life, I thought I’d hallucinate people and spaces like I have in dreams, not this weird stuff.
No one seemed to care, not even the guy dressed in camo pants and jacket that entered the room to talk to Matt.
I remember taking a lunch break from some job and going to a mall for lunch. This was supposedly a common occurrence in my dream. The neat thing was part of the food court was an open Kroger with seating. There was a “whole foods” area (as I called it) that had tall chairs and bar seating across from organic foods. Further down, there was a “fast food” area with larger seats near a set of windows. I sat at the tables in between.
There was a commercial playing nearby that showed they updated the area to have deli items closer to the seating for the elderly and I looked over and saw they also put in a mobile tray with veggies.
By where I was sitting, there was a comfortable chair with a gingham pink umbrella. A man came over and switched it with a dark green umbrella. I recognized the man as someone who would always be headed back to work at the same time as I would normally go back. We’d say hi, but I didn’t know his name.
This time, he was leaving with another black umbrella. It just happened to be when a large group of children ranging in ages was leaving. The weather outside was horrible and raining. It was almost as dark as night. I didn’t leave right then and the guy looked at me expecting me to, though.
I went to the restroom instead. The restroom was long and had red/pink tile. It was reddish where the water from people’s shoes made the floor wet, but areas were drying.
There was a song on the music system saying something about “being here now.” I made a joke about it.
Note: “Be here now” was a slogan at an old job.
slept 8 hours and outside of dreams about both neighbors smoking weed (because they both were in waking life, I think – the nice guys upstairs were smoking the kind that energizes and the daily smokers downstairs were smoking the kind that makes me feel sick) and someone trying to catch them to evict them, but they were able to pretend not to know anything about it (despite the smell), I didn’t remember my long dreams.
The one I remember was only 5-10 min. in waking life…
I remember shopping in Wal-Mart and some young mother had two kids running around having fun. The daughter was around 4 or 5 years old and was either blonde or her hair color hadn’t grown in, yet. She grabbed a motorcycle helmet and put it on.
She ran to her mom and asked if she could have the helmet and the mom looked as if she was used to this cuteness and said she didn’t need that helmet. It was adorable because of this giant helmet sitting on a tiny kid. I asked the kid, and then the mother, if I could take a photo and show it to her because I thought the kid would get a kick out of how we see her when all she sees is from the inside of the helmet.
The mom said I could, but she ran off. I said to the mother I wanted to ask, otherwise, it might seem creepy just randomly taking pictures of kids. My left ear was clogged up, so I couldn’t understand her reply.
My ear eventually popped and I walked down an aisle. There were playing cards and there was one remaining set of tartan-back playing cards in a clear plastic wrap.
I thought, “I have too many sets of playing cards, but tartan ones are kinda cool.” I held the plastic in a way to have the cards fall so I could see the fronts. The fronts were beautiful! They looked like the design in old manuscripts and there were no numbers, just the amount of each suit drawn into the image. I noticed that there were drawn banners with words like “Marriage” and “Heartbreak” and realized they fit the meanings of tarot cards! I collect decorative tarot cards in waking life, so this made me so excited. I thought the deck was too small to also include the major arcana, but I found that the plastic had ripped and the major arcana cards were still on the shelf. I looked through them and they had different names (one was “The Badge”).
The sticker on the shelf under the playing cards next to them said 37 cents.
Then, I woke up and was disappointed they didn’t exist. I almost wanna draw them myself.