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.“
These dreams are probably from the fact that I started having a sore throat last night and the arthritis is flaring up in my knees.
I remember clearing snow with my neighbor off of our cars early in the morning before the sun came up. They were parked in front of a Brownstone/terraced house on South Third Street in downtown Columbus.
After clearing the snow, I got in my car and the guy got in the passenger side. I remember thinking he was good-looking and nice and had dark brown hair. I thought the fact that he got in as if it were planned or normal was kinda neat – I love it when people have the guts to do unexpected things.
I said that I was going to someplace (I don’t remember where, now) and asked if he was also going that way. He sighed and said no, then, got out and got in his car.
I went the wrong way up the street and went around the block because I didn’t realize I was ON South Third. The street in waking life has metered parking along the street and garages under those apartments – my dream had it where the cars were parked at an angle off the street.
I had trouble forcing myself to remember how to get to work. I finally got to the highway, but it turned into a bus or train. While riding the bus/train that was VERY spacious, I noticed that the neighbor guy was also on it. I remember trying to understand the red marquee that told what the next stop was. The streets and intersections were unfamiliar to me.
This seemed like a continuation of the last dream as if I were going to a new job or something. I remember it taking place in an old brick building that looked bigger on the inside. There were wood paneling and miscellaneous items around. I remember walking downstairs to enter the large area.
There was an older man who was the trainer and he said he’d start me out with “Tennis.” It was a large TV screen with a tennis game. He handed me a controller that was similar to a Wii controller. I thought that I could show off since I’m decent at Wii Tennis – at least back when I last played it. He was right handed and I could do either hand, but I wanted to start with my left. I asked him if it could be switched to left-handed and he said no. I tried with different hands and it used live action video and there was a red circle on the screen where it saw the control. The game was harder than expected.
I remember sitting in a wooden chair later, exhausted. The trainer was tough on me, but I respected that. Another character was there, possibly Charlie* maybe? and he was there for support and helped me relax and at times, laugh. Once carried me over to the restroom when I forgot that I should probably take breaks. There was even a scene where I hugged him and thanked him and he was surprised. He didn’t look like Charlie at that time, though, he looked more like that good-looking neighbor from the earlier dream.
I remember watching some 1990s sci-fi TV show that I joked that anytime I saw the show, it was always the same three episodes. There was another show coming up that was a news show that I described it to my mom (who stopped by to visit) as being like CBS This Morning or CBS News or that one CBS show that runs on Sunday mornings. I looked it up on IMDB.com on an iPad in the dream and it said it ran from 2007-2009. I said that I missed that show.
There was a scene from one dream where I remember being late to something happening outside of a large mansion – like a wedding or some outdoor filming. I rushed up the far right side of a large audience sitting in white folding chairs and took a seat on the second chair in the front row.
* Name was changed