I stayed up until 5 a.m. playing Detroit: Become Human and ate a brownie right before bed. I have been working with TouchDesigner every day for the last few weeks to get to a point where I can put together my final project which involves augmented reality and projection. I had issues with sleep paralysis right before losing consciousness that involved feeling super cold and hypnic jerks.
My first “dream” involved that one whale in the gym AR demo, but I stripped it down to being just the whale’s spine, added dots along the spine, then controlled the movement with a noise CHOP.
That dream was about 5 minutes, but it seemed like an hour.
Then, I had a long, vivid dream where I was giving a family directions in Columbus. They wanted to take photos and I asked them if they wanted rural or city photos. They wanted rural ones. For some reason, I suggested they check out the Air Force museum out in Dayton and take photos of the rural areas along I-70. We were on a highway – I-270, I think, and I pointed toward the Columbus skyline saying that was east. I pointed in the opposite direction were I think I remember a hill or forests and said, “You’ll want to go west to get to Dayton.”
Note: Yesterday, there was a repeated joke that might have caused this dream: “Where is Engagement, Ohio?”
They followed me to some large area (it reminded me a little of a room my colleague and I presented in last December at the Kalahari Resort in Sandusky) in a building. I remember the lights being off and the sunlight coming in around the doors. There was something about a bookshelf and Warren* was there for some reason. The family knew him from some event he was at. The father joked about “Baby Warrens” embarrassing him. I thought, “If only he knew that I have this thing where if I ever had kids, I’d name the first son after their father.” (Note: we weren’t in a relationship in this dream, it was just a thought.)
Later, these gray fabric covered panels that were dividing the room started to move and an artist that lived in this space was angry at first that we “broke in.” He calmed down, though, and provided projectors to this family to try things. I was jealous in the dream because here are strangers getting free projectors while, *I* – a poor, soon to be unemployed, grad student has to borrow and/or scrape up cash for a projector for my final project. I remember my stress/anxiety coming out as it does sometimes as it does in waking life – I even used a term for it that I used in waking life. That was weird.
* Name was changed.
This was one of the most prophetic dreams I have ever had and as I post this in February 2018, the first half of the prediction has come true. I’m not sure if the second half will come true and it seems unlikely…but so did the first half.
I remember being in a black void and the only things in the environment were the red square arches from the sculpture garden at the Columbus Museum of Art and they had spotlights on them from somewhere.
Two of my friends from the MFA program were there. One looked kinda sad that he had to give me some news. The other – his roommate – was dressed in winter clothing. She was looking at her phone – probably Reddit – and had this attitude of “Just tell her already.”
The first friend had a sculpture from one of his projects in his hands. One part of the prediction: that by the end of the semester, my parents would split up. He said this as he smashed his creation on the ground.
The other prediction was a little more positive based on what I was hoping for at the time (not posting it here unless it comes true), but time has a weird way of changing your outlook on things. Now, the prediction is a bit more neutral.
When I woke up, I assumed the prediction was a combination of him asking me about my parents a couple of weeks prior and a weird superstition that came from a dream 10 years ago.
Note: About 10 days or so after this dream (the date is an estimate), my parents split up after being married for 34 years.
What I still remember:
I remember looking for a place to live and it ended up being in Columbus near Washington Avenue. I questioned my decision to move so far away from work, but remember jogging down alleys.
There was a scene where I attended a session presented by some religious organization I didn’t agree much with. They showed a map of Columbus and, in the dream, I picture three places along High Street that I lived. In waking life, I never lived in those areas. I looked for a place I did live once and asked if an artistic horizontal line was Henderson Road as a frame of reference.
The presenter used the map to show areas where crimes had happened. Light blue dots were murders and mustard yellow for rapes. I asked if it were real-time data or based on old reports. I later explained to them the presentation could be better and the map could have real-time data by using some other site’s API.
She gave me a spiral notebook (bound at the top) with pages that seemed more like that cardboard-like paper on the back of a regular notebook. I remember mostly a painted image with daisies.
This is out of order.
I remember driving on SR-315 southbound in Columbus near the Neil Street/I-670 East exit at night. It was so dark. I couldn’t understand why I had trouble seeing and had to keep turning off and on my headlights (in my old van, but I was low as if I was in my car). I realized the streetlights and lights in the city were all off. I still didn’t think it should have been that dark – there HAD to be stars! But it was just a blanket of pitch black outside of my car. The street lights worked long enough for me to see the exit, but they went out quickly. When my headlights were working, I could see that traffic was backed up in the two farthest right lanes. I frustratingly moved over to the clear third lane and wondered why it was clear.
I remember a small scene where I was talking to some guy who worked for the government and he had to learn something really quick. He did that thing from the movie The Matrix where the character Trinity was able to receive knowledge of how to fly a helicopter in a few seconds, looking like he was in rapid eye movement sleep. Another character and I talked about how he was testing a part of the “Trinity Project,” named for the character. I think I remembered this dream because of it’s similarity to the nuclear bomb test name.
I can’t remember what was behind the red door or why it was important, but I remember consciously making the door red. When I woke up, I realized I stole it from my laundry room in waking life.
I remember making dinner plans with two guys I just met at some work function. One guy, I was considering canceling because he was “extreme.” That’s how I described it in the dream and didn’t want to seem like I was leading him on and hurt his feelings if his reaction might be “extreme.” The other guy was a better match for me and was “less-extreme.“