Ate pizza and caffeine before bed and couldn’t wake up, so it ended up giving me vivid dreams…
I remember Tim* being in a dream – first time in probably a year. He was really nervous to the point he had to sit and had me sit in specific places at a table. He didn’t want to look at and didn’t want me to look at the mirror in the room. I didn’t understand why. I remember the table was a white table and we were in chairs with wheels. I think there was a large picture window behind me – something that was in every scene, but surprisingly, I never cared enough to look through it to watch people or get a location.
I can’t remember what we discussed.
Later, at the same table, my friend was there testing a Muse “brain sensing” device to see what data showed up. I need to buy one in waking life whenever my school loan goes through.
In another scene, the GRID Lab leaders (my bosses) were preparing a place at another school for a Halloween/VR walkthrough museum sort of thing where there were rows of 10 ft. x 10 ft. (some that went farther back for equipment, etc.) spaces. There was a large fish tank and the fish swam up to me like they do in waking life. One fish looked like it was part dog and I was worried it was going to drown. There were people in there doing a scene, I think, when someone handed me the edge of a sign for the event to stick on the wall. It blocked my view of the scene.
They ended up draining the tank (they saved the fish) to have another space to work in. The room had old faux wood paneling.
Later, I was in a university large classroom with orange seats from the ’70s…or maybe it was a school color and the chairs were from the ’90s? One thing I liked was that the seating wasn’t in straight rows – they actually curved a little. It was still plastic and old soiled material you find in old higher ed schools. I remember another friend coming in and sitting down in a row off to my left – she commented about the color, too.
I was showing off the Kinect and projection in the room doing things like projecting the chairs onto another wall to make it look like there were more chairs and projecting door handles on the door panels so you couldn’t figure out which one was real. The feed glitched every once in a while showing our point clouds and infrared data. I saw people were gearing up to leave through the door I was in front of, so I haphazardly grabbed my stuff to get out of the way. I walked back to the table that was in front of the rows of seats and the first friend looked as if he were sleeping with his head down, using some soft, but thin, craft padding material. I can’t remember if I was wearing a coat or a blanket, but I took it off and handed it to him – it was a really soft and thick material with a funky, but fun design – saying, “This would make a better pillow, but it probably smells like me.” (meaning, I was just really active and I haven’t washed that thing in a while, so it’s probably really sweaty) He took it, bunched it up and used it as a pillow and went back to sleep. I thought it was funny, but still worried about the smell, but ignored my worries I put my tripod and Kinect away.
There were other, smaller dreams, too. But I’ll just add tags and categories.
* Name was changed
I remember attending a tail-end of a conference that was related to education. It was in what I call a “Georgetown-y” building because of the brick and white elements of a local apartment complex. The lobby was open and really bright and the parking was great.
I remember Warren* was there, but I spent too much time being worried about bothering him. In waking life, in my current emotional state, I would just go up and say hi. I realized after I woke up, if I acted this way in waking life, my avoidance would make him think he would be bothering me and that would make him avoid me instead of approaching me like I wanted in the dream.
* Name was changed.
I remember parking my car and taking a “shuttle” bus to some place I worked. I remember riding past an older (1950s?) low brick building with a gold logo. I called it the “West Union.” The bus went around a large median, possibly part of a large roundabout with newly planted spring flowers and those white blooming trees. I thought about how I didn’t park THAT far away, the bus just had to go around the place in one direction.
I remember going under an underpass – maybe a skywalk between buildings.
I later remember walking toward the building the offices were in. I had to go through a small courtyard the offices faced – they were on the second floor. The courtyard was paved with brick, but it seemed to have been neglected for some years. Tree roots were pushing up in places and weeds were growing in others.
I remembered the other times I was in that building. In the dream, it was a place I used to work or worked more often that I was visiting for some other job. I knew where the elevators were and where each hallway went and even remember parking in a lot behind the building.
In waking life, I have never been to a campus that looked like that, but I’m guessing based on weather and flowers that it was in the north/northeast America and in an older part of some larger city. The buildings seemed to have been built only 2-3 stories due to zoning at the time and I don’t remember any skyscrapers near the campus. The parking and bus system reminded me of a larger city, though.
I remember random overlapping dreams.
One involved taking a class with some tough journalism teacher. She talked about influencing dreams, though, and told another student that she will dream of her most frightening teacher. I couldn’t think of a frightening teacher, so I asked her what I’d dream about. She said it would be her if I decide to take her class.
This overlapped with me cleaning up an old friend’s messy studio apartment.
The third, middle dream featured some nude guy and I thought it was awkward for him because he walked out of the studio apartment’s restroom into the class that was in session. He was in shape and appeared to have tanned skin. I didn’t recognize him, though.
I’ve been playing Uncharted, so part of the dream featured a too-bright and animated cliffs for my character to climb. Each level was a setting for a different dream and the cliff interface was a way to get from one to another.
I have been playing The Last of Us, so my dreams have become more vivid. However, I’m writing this days after the fact.
I remember being in a college auditorium. The guy next to me had written an Images of America book (a friend did this in waking life recently), but instead of a place, it was about a subset of people with some kind of power. I asked him to sign it. He said aloud what he was going to write, but I can’t remember what it was. He wrote it not only backward but to be read in a mirror. I thought that was AWESOME. I remember the pen was kinda leaky and smeared as he wrote.
I left to use the restroom, but could “remote view” the auditorium and the speaker. The speaker was an asshole, though, and called me out for leaving to use the restroom. He made it seem like I was a slacker and the guy I was sitting next to seemed embarrassed.
I started walking to my next class – it was an interesting set of one-story buildings I walked through. My schedule had the week’s schedule broken up into 1-1.5 hour classes. I was already late to the next class, so I skipped it to go get a form signed by a director of some engineering college.
The room was 1011 (even though it was on the first and only floor) and I remember looking at room numbers to navigate the space.
I got to the front desk and the director – an Indian guy – invited me back to his office and left. I had to go through other rooms that were being used for experiments. The students looked as if they were studying how blood absorbed into the carpet and had those yellow crime scene evidence markers by each stain. I had to hop over one and thought, “they shouldn’t be doing this in the doorway.”
I got to the director’s office and sat in a leather office chair. He walked around, worried because he failed some certification for his job twice. I asked him about his research about “Seeing without seeing” (which I meant that remote viewing I did). As he paced around with a weird clock object, he said the data wasn’t significant enough to do further research. I was disappointed.