I remember having some art show and presentation at some place. The art (shirts?) was picked by someone else and I didn’t think it was good because I considered it unfinished or rough, but others loved it. My presentation was about visually representing mental illnesses in film, graphics, and fashion design. I was nervous because I had NO TIME to create a presentation.
I remember seeing Warren* before the art show in the lobby of the building.
* Name was changed.
This song was in a few dreams and I woke up with it in my head. Not sure how it was related to the content of the dreams, if at all.
Recent dreams had:
* Name was 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 remember going to the first day of a class. The tables were rounded wooden rectangles with a medium brown faux wood pattern. I sat next to my cousin and I remember there was a cute guy at another table. We smiled at each other and I planned to welcome him over to my table or go over to his. My cousin and I sat in the center so we could see the projection screen.
There was a part where the teacher just didn’t teach. There was an ice cream truck at one area of the room and my cousin got me a Blizzard-like cup of ice cream with pieces of chocolate and banana. She got an actual chocolate banana and made sex jokes about the way it looked. It was funny.
Note: The chocolate banana was probably from my boss getting embarrassed over the appearance of the chocolate bananas sold at an ice cream truck near my office.
After playing and watching others play Life is Strange and watching an episode of Quantico a couple of days ago, it combined into a dream with a combo of the two.
I remember being in a classroom and we had to take information and use it to come up with a theory about some crime or, at least, an idea where to look next. I enjoy this kind of thing, but I was frustrated because the self-appointed leader of the group ignored ideas from me and another member of the group about how to do this task quickly and efficiently.
My plan was to have the photos of the involved people laid out on the chalkboard and the evidence related to them placed around them with lines so we can quickly see patterns and remove “noise.” The other person’s idea was similar. Instead, the leader wanted us to put up photos of each suspect/person-of-interest and comment on them one by one. It was going to take forever and we were going to miss something.
Eventually, this turned into people copying information from reports onto the chalkboard and running out of room. I just grabbed who I thought was the most important suspect and found some scotch tape and went to show my idea and why it would help. However, the report copiers wouldn’t allow me to use the board because they needed it to write the reports on the board.
I felt like we weren’t doing our job and the leader only made us do these things to APPEAR to be working instead of solving the crime and closing the investigation.
I started doing my idea on a table and started matching the evidence and related documents.
I’m half asleep, so this will not be very detailed. I might return and put more details later.
I remember telling a class of students, “I’m not the teacher, I’m only the facilitator.” Apparently, two students were out and didn’t complete their homework because they were about to have babies.
Later, I was on some moving platform and I took out my phone to email the students to look at the syllabus regarding excused absences/late work. I put the phone away and knew I was on some sort of time travel machine. There was a pool of still green liquid with glittery sparkles next to me.
The platform moved to an edge and turned around. It was like a roller coaster – it went to that edge to have enough room to accelerate. It accelerated straight at a solid metal door. I thought, “What’s the good at holding my arm up and closing my eyes?” So I looked at the door as I went toward it.
Just as I reached it, the door flipped open, revealing a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. The platform accelerated even faster.
At the end, I was disappointed. The ride ended under some raised highway and I was greeted by some person in a lizard costume and another amusement park employee.
I really wanted to time travel.
Maybe I did travel…to the future!
I remember checking out an athletic gym on opening day. This one had a twist – it used a smaller space by manipulating gravity. It was cool and I kept thinking I needed to post a photo to Instagram about how you can exercise upside-down. I kept worrying, though, that I’d fall to the ceiling.