I think elements in the dream were supposed to make me realize it was a dream, but it didn’t work.
There was a green (a shade of dream green) lizard, an iguana, but I kept calling it a salamander.
It kept growing to a large size and even “swam” through the air, but I didn’t realize it was a dream I kept picturing a garden to let it go in.
I remember being in auditorium-like seating and staring at some lady who looked like an actress.
She confronted me later and I explained she looked like an actress (I couldn’t remember the name). She invited me out – it was awkward because it felt like she was asking me out on a romantic date, but I’m not gay, so it was just a little weird.
I ended up not following her and going in a different direction in a city.
I remember running into Charlie* in this dream. He took a lighter and burnt part of the back driver’s side door. I got mad, telling him it was a leased car.
I tried moving his hand and lighter away from my car and it went close to his face, lighting the edges of his eyebrows on fire.
It was like a way to remember the dream – for both of us. (I’m so putting this idea in a dream tech story.)
Later, Hillary* from high school got into a post-apocalyptic version of a COTA bus. I got in a passenger seat, thinking Charlie would stand in the stairwell. He didn’t get in.
Later, I was in the stairwell. We went by what Hillary called “gates.” I called them exits. They were half-built interstate highways going over a large river. There were exposed elevators.
We somehow drove through one “gate” and I was worried the bus was too long to get through an elevator cleanly. I was right, it got stuck. We still got down, though.
* Names have been changed.
I’ve been playing a lot of The Last of Us and watching walkthroughs of the game, so I ended up dreaming as if I were playing and crouching down. All I remember is being outside and rushing past an open area of a torn down stone wall.
Part way through a dream, I started to feel that heavy feeling of being in a dream and questioned if I were dreaming. I was walking down a hallway and was on my way to an elevator. Before, I got on, I said aloud, “If I’m dreaming, I can do this!”
I put my hands on the area to the right of the elevator – it was a round corner with a textured gray and the wall had decorative brownish red square tiles. I was able to make my hands go through the wall – it felt like memory foam or putting my hands in bread dough.
I walked back down the hallway and bumped into a coworker from the dream. I for some reason thought he was a coworker from waking life because I remember being in a meeting with him. I think the group was involved in dream game design. I had a crush on him in the dream and was so excited about the dream continuing despite me knowing it was a dream, that I asked him out and gave him a task to answer in waking life.
I grabbed his hand and dragged him over to a vending machine and told him I needed to find something to have him remember the dream. I stuck my hand into the vending machine and grabbed snacks. I thought the strangeness of that would be memorable, but now, I wish I had sung a song since music is better for memory.
Too bad the guy doesn’t exist, but a simple task is easier than telling people in the dream to remember and call a 10-digit phone number.
So I slept about 9 hours and the longer you sleep, the more negative and stressful dreams become.
My last dream was about me living in a house near work and sharing it with a past roommate who moved out and let me take over the house (now that I can afford it). However, some realtors came in and said some other guy bought the place and I needed to move all my stuff out by Wednesday. I thought it was Saturday (as in waking life), but someone told me it was Tuesday.
So my entire dream was trying to find a way to move with a one-day notice.
I remember being in the kitchen at my parents’ house and they had friends over. One let me unpack a collapsible/mobile weapon that appeared to be made of lightweight white plastic with a clear covering. I remembering making sure I didn’t accidentally pull the trigger while holding the main part of it while assembling it. I thought the lightness of it was neat, but the size of it didn’t seem very functional.
They wanted to go outside and play with the weapons. Instead of the neighbor’s house, there was an open field with targets. I wanted to try the weapons, but I was late for a movie. I knew the movie would suck, but it had been a while since I had seen a movie in a theater, so decided to do that instead.
However, I don’t remember actually seeing the movie.
This dream had a fast decay rate – I felt the memory disappearing as I tried to remember it. All I remember now is sitting in an airport and there was an ad to my right. It was one of those “sail” ads with a curved top. I remember Charlie* being there, behind me, but nothing else.
* Name has been changed.
I dreamed that I had gotten some kind of government job and visited the previous job and my boss from that job brought me into the restroom to talk. She’d only talk to me with the water running and me washing my hands. The new job people injected an RFID chip in my left arm and she thought it could record audio and thought the running water and the hand rubbing would interfere with the audio recording.
The Creepy Letter E – Part 2. GTA-like game. Washington office. Feeling cold near high-rise windows. Rose*? Elevator. Lobby with brown floor.
Riding a motorcycle – Orange? Rush to investigate. Free crackers.
Commercial. Store. Pimp. Two avatars. Spider in shower.
Sex + Revolution festival in a big city. Fireworks during the day. Graffiti on wall. Blond boyfriend driving backward. Bad traffic. My car. Double decker buses. Watching videos from festival. Adopting a cat. Make me fly. Meeting ended for pizza. 4 not 7 out of order.
Job at a news agency. OU reinstated a sports award program. The Daily Caller(?) Money lending. Rachel* steals my photo shoot by Ned* in a gray sweater. Printed news. I was so busy that I thought the upcoming conference would be a vacation.
* Name has been changed.
Notes from dreams I never had time to record here:
“Africa” by Toto sent
“The Lion Sleeps Tonight” received
This was a dream about dream tech. I used musical messages where I “sent” the song Africa by Toto to either Axel* or Charlie* and they “sent” The Lion Sleeps Tonight back to me.
Contest to find something hidden in a city. Traded cars. Pulling off to use a phone to research, look at map, etc. Dad won – found hidden cache in road. Recombinant?
Killer bees in a Bible
Elevator that went the wrong way.
Video game for political campaigns.
End of season.
* Names have been changed.