I had a few dreams where I was hanging out with Warren*. Nothing stands out, though.
I remember working on stuff we are doing at work – turning CT scan turned 3D models into something interactive.
I remember being at an outdoor wedding or event that took place on a pretty grass hill. We were all sitting at picnic tables. Warren* and Tammi* were nicely dressed and I hoped they’d sit at my table, but they sat at a table near the front before they saw me.
I remember eating cake or something with a reddish-purple fruit jelly inside. I kept asking what kind of fruit it was because I am allergic to raspberries and blueberries.
Note: This was also a reference to a dream I might add to this journal where I stopped eating a piece of raspberry cake and offered it to Warren* and Tammi* and Warren* excitedly jumped up and grabbed it. I pointed out where I ate it so he could eat from the other side, but he grabbed the fork and used it and ate the whole thing. I woke up wishing I had that in waking life – someone to enjoy and eat the food I’d normally have to throw out, but also be there when they can’t have certain food and I can.
So after not getting an answer, I shrugged and kept eating because it was tasty and I hate wasting food.
Later, the bridesmaids came out with large robin’s egg blue boxes with bows. There wasn’t enough for all the tables, so our table had to move to nearer the drop-off. I said I’d have to have my back to the drop off because it was so beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to focus. I described what I saw – the hill went down to a small pond and I said there was a fox or wolf or something down there. The wolf ran up the hill and to me and it was this REALLY LARGE wolf-like creature and it was so sweet! I got to pet it and hug it.
I remember driving and getting lost. I looked at an overhead view of the area and a map. One street I needed was Route 278 or Route 782 and it branched off from a large roundabout and I thought it was Athens, but it had a Leveque Tower-like skyscraper. Later, I ended up under an overpass area (looked a little like that one outdoor area of Glidden Hall) and some guy sang me a song. He was really nice.
* Names were changed.
I remember hanging out with my work friend at a movie theater. We were in the front row eating popcorn and we decided to leave because we got bored waiting for the movie to start.
Later, we were eating lunch on a stone wall (similar to the one near my office) and there was a car parked nearby with some guy watching me. I pointed out to my friend that there has been a car following me and a guy watching me for days.
That’s when the car pulls up and they throw me into the back.
I remember a vague scene where I was unblindfolded while being tied in a chair in some attic/loft area of a house. The leader of the criminal group said I was the wrong person.
Later, I remember explaining they don’t need to kill me, I have no reason to tell anyone of their organization.
I remember being in the lobby of the movie theater and I was dazed or something and wasn’t moving. There was a guy and girl to my left and they said hi, but I didn’t respond. Eventually, they each reached out to shake my hand with their hand in my in my field of vision. I shook it and looked over, but I don’t remember their faces. I think they were looking away. I only remember the jaw of the guy and I thought, “In the future, I will call him The-Guy-With-The-Jaw.”
I remember realizing I was dreaming, so I started levitating and moving things with my mind. Stupid things, though. First was a crumpled ball of paper in the trash bin to my right.
I turned around to face the large lobby and saw tables everywhere. Half of them (to the left) had a lot of people eating and half of them (to the right) were covered in the food everyone brought. Everyone brought too much. It was some kind of international meeting and there were banners and signs on mobiles above them. I reached out my hand and moved the mobiles and signs with telekinesis. I thought I guess I really don’t have to reach out my hand to move things.
I walked around the food areas wanting the food, but didn’t know if I should take any, but, in the end, used my telekinesis to take some pizza.
I remember walking on CSCC’s campus and it was an icy day. The ice on the ground was pitted as if it was snow, melted, then snow, rained, then melted, and refroze.
Someone drove the wrong way into one of the parking lots, then blocked cars parked in the handicap areas including the ramp. I kept telling someone how much of an asshole move that was.
I remember slipping and falling on the ice.
Later, I remember having to take a complicated way into a building and finding that I didn’t have shoes. I lost them out in the parking lot.
I remember being in a large room that looked like it could have been a restaurant or a meeting room or lobby or something.
I was there with Nathan* (someone I’ve only known through the Internet) and a mix of females and males my age.
I remember eating delicious gummy bears – red, blue, and yellow. The yellow ones had white-ish stripes. I was just eating them and a competitor pointed out that I’ve eating a lot of blue bears, which take away points. They took away enough points that one would “kill” most players.
I hoped I had enough of the other colors to make up for it, but when a new player came by, I was just eating the red and yellow, trying to read the instructions for the game. I didn’t see anything about the point penalty and told the new player that I was already dying or dead, so I’m eating the bears just for taste.
I later assumed the player who told me about the blue penalty was trying to trick me into eating lower-point bears and the blues were actually higher in points. The player even had a non-player in on the secret.
I knew he was a non-player and had no reason to be loyal to one player, so I tried to use the non-player to confuse the other players, even if I just pretended to try to recruit him loudly to “lie” to the other players.
Later, Nate wanted a photo of all of us and I realized I had no shirt. I had a bra on, so I was covered up and I liked my stomach muscles, but I went to get a random long gray sweater that was sitting on a wooden chair. This was obviously to Nate’s dismay.
I later returned the sweater and left when another group came in. I remember a girl in that group holding the door open for me when I was going out to the street. She asked me about how my time in the place went. I remember seeing a hanging sign about pottery and I talked about making pottery.
I remember being in a similar environment and trying out “automated tours” that were like sitting in hovering chairs that flew through the area. The second version flew through and around architectural features and I really enjoyed it. There was also a part where I had a cell phone and used the camera to scan a symbol of a dialog bubble with an exclamation mark in the center. It “collected” points and displayed information about the object.
I guess it could be called followed.
I remember driving and trying to pass a silver car by going into a hashed out area. The driver of that car got angry and continued to follow/block/move me off that road.
I remember driving through VERY tall supports for overpasses between dirt cliffs/hills and seeing brown signs saying the second exit was to State Street. I quickly decided to swerve into the first exit.
I don’t know why, but I stopped to watch the silver car. It stopped and it looked like the driver was trying to decide if it’s worth doing a U-turn.
This merged into me being a giant and smashing the car with my foot (the driver was unharmed, though).
* Name has been changed.
I remember something about being in a classroom, but we didn’t have desks, we were all on an elevated platform. Our instructor was a woman who wore a khaki-green U.S. Marine service uniform (probably from the research I was doing for a story a couple of days ago).
She exhibited inappropriate behavior, but she asked me questions while doing so. I think the inappropriate behavior was to make me remember it better. The questions were about remembering things from the dreams and how it’s easier to remember things that are unique and things that change than things that we are exposed to often. I thought of it as video compression where only the changed pixels are updated while those that don’t are coded in a way that requires fewer data. However, I said that it was the changed areas that are the easiest to remember and information can be hidden or lost as the brain assumes the “unchanged” area remains the same.
Now that I think about it, this is probably due to an idea I had for part of a story I’m working on about dreams and about how we can only remember a certain number of “bits” of information at a time. If we remember these bits at a rate for normal waking consciousness with no issues, how much information is the brain TRYING to remember when time is compressed in dreams? The information would be lost and/or decay rather quickly. This reminded me of the lucid dream where I said that there’s too much to ever remember and I was just looking at a shelf with knickknacks (like a snow globe and some small bust of a president, etc.). This idea was re-enforced by attending a session at a new age/occult festival about Controlled Remote Viewing. The presenter said she once tried to remote view a target, but “there was too much information.”
Outside of this scene, I remember eating at a restaurant/cafeteria table late in the day and the others encouraged me to report the instructor for her behavior. I also wanted to report this one blond chick who reminded me of Janice* from waking life. I called over an officer and just as I was describing Janice, he mentioned her being “found” in some way. The language made it sound as if she was found dead or injured. I felt bad because her misconduct wasn’t really bad enough to warrant violence.
* Name was changed