From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
Dude with blue hat and beard
“Thanks, but I’m just going to wear the shirt purple tie-dye shirt.”
Homeless girl in the restroom trying to wash things with a weird scrubber.
Don’t want to take this, she’s nice, but she’s desperate. DVD player.
Went back to the parents at the airport. “Have you seen that guy, again? Somebody left this.” It was a DVD file and an audio recording of some time and the guy’s father or whatever said, “These are his REM cycles.” I said, “These are his what?” It sounded like heartbeats mixed in with breathing.
The DVD was partly visual. Something weird was happening with his teeth, but when he would enter the dreamworld, he would go, “Oh, my! Oh, my! What the? This is crazy! This is wild!”
I didn’t say it aloud in the dream, but I was very intrigued by the idea that this guy was part of a program – that he was trying to communicate that I was part of it, too. I just don’t remember and I can’t remember at this time. Well, he asked me in the restroom when I found him, but he asked me something about remembering something and I don’t remember.
Note: The premise of the dream was that this dude with the blue hat and beard cornered me in the restroom and tried delivering me a message. He was surprised I could see him THIS TIME. Also, he was on the run from “agents” and was able to keep one step ahead of them. He told me something that involved remembering, but I couldn’t remember what he said.
Note: I dreamed of this scenario again months later.
I remember dreaming a lot, but I was awakened abruptly and forgot most of the night.
I remember the last dream involved Charlie* trying to give me a message and he called it an experiment. This happened on a beach. Somewhere in this, there was something to do with the “thickness” of a dream. If that made any sense.
I woke up to a bang (maybe?) around 6:31 a.m. and the sound of trees cracking/splitting. It was in threes, so I assumed it was a hypnogogic hallucination and rolled over. The noise repeated – again in three. I waited and questioned if I were dreaming and I was sure I wasn’t. The noise repeated near my closed bedroom door. I did what I tend to do when I think someone is breaking in – I said, “Hello??” and thought, what would an intruder have that would make that noise and so loudly. I turned on the light to see if there were cracks in my ceiling and there were no new ones. Plus, I would think the house falling apart would sound different due to screws, drywall, and insulation, etc. The noise played once more, near the vent that goes up to my neighbor’s apartment. I can’t hear them very well even when they are loud, so this sound had to be CRAZY loud in their apartment. I didn’t hear it after that. I thought it could be swarms of bugs in the vent and tested it. I don’t think that was it because it would have been a hollower sound. I couldn’t pinpoint any tree nearby that would have made the sound and there was no “thud” impact like I was expecting. Videos of trees also showed gun shot like popping noises. Outside of what woke me originally, I didn’t hear that.
I only posted about the tree breaking noise because I have no way of proving it wasn’t a hallucination. My hypnogogic hallucinations have been detailed and accurate before, so I don’t know what to think.
* Name was changed
So I think I saw the person the character Charlie* is based on in Walmart yesterday, but had no time to stop and stare or say hi.
So, to trigger a plot in the dream, I tried to see if I could “call” the character just to say I saw him Walmart and thought he looked good.
I don’t remember if I actually succeeded since I can barely remember the dreams I had. However, I think he was in the dream where I was at some Air Force base and I remember the land was really flat near it and there was a HUGE airplane hangar with an airplane in it.
In another dream, I remember being in a room with my coworkers from waking life and we were split up and asked to write a screenplay. (I’m currently writing a time-travel screenplay in waking life.) The problem was that they put me with a coworker who didn’t know what she was doing and didn’t want to listen to my input. I tried explaining scene headers to her, but she decided to ignore me.
I wanted to work with another coworker, who is a filmmaker on the side, because SHE knows what she’s doing and has great ideas.
In another dream, I was working with a group of people (all women) and somehow became the person to delegate and train new members of the group. Our work was menial and somewhat disorganized (I didn’t make the files).
I remember later, one of the new members was a younger girl, who broke down crying because her parents were either shot 14 times or were shot when she was 14. They survived, though, so I was trying to figure out why she was so sad about it.
I am not a hugger, but I awkwardly offered her a hug, which she hugged WAY too hard. After waking up, I wondered why that was so realistic and what in the world made me dream of a too strong of a hug.
* Name has been changed.
Note (09/20/2015): The dream that followed the “calling” experiment was closer to reality than I knew at the time. Memory consolidation and prediction through plot creation FTW.
I remember something about talking to Nicole* about my very long braided hair that hung to my waist.
Later, I was in a place like my high school, but backward and two stories. I stood in front of these mechanical steel doors that would open upward. There was something like support bars across them in the shape of an X. We went through them.
At first, it was dark. I went in then came back out to find a flashlight and went back in. I knew something about the rare flowers I saw. I knew they were dangerous and made you grow older quicker, so I tried staying away from them. Marie* picked them and put them into a bag. I told her not to and that they were dangerous, but she was in a trance.
Later, I came back and it was light. It looked like paradise or the land of the Lotus-Eaters from the Odyssey. Some friends from school and I looked around and played and talked. I explored to see how big the place was and how they made it. I was far away in a field when, out of nowhere, this small yellow flower was blown by the wind into my hair, which was now short and curly. I panicked and wanted to get out of there so I found another mechanical door and pressed the button three times. There was a sound like a doorbell. The door slowly opened and I went into an office or house. I remember being directed to another door to my right and it lead back into the school’s hallway.
Later, I ended up going back and trying to tell people this is a bad place. I went through the second door. This time, the people there said, “People that come through this door are to be killed, but I don’t think he’s here, so get out!”
I ran to the door on my right. On my left, along the same wall as the door, I see a library room and the guy that was running this whole – what I’d guess you’d call – an experiment, was standing there with his back to me. He saw me, but the guys that talked to me shut the door. I pressed the button to the door. The door opened and I slipped out and ran down the hall and around the wall of the hallway to escape.
I was trying to find another way out of the Utopia place, so I went back in and recognized Karen* walking out toward the entrance. I remember some friends I didn’t recognize because they were 40 years old now. Some other people were playing with a boomerang rope thing. I turned to look to my right and I heard something weird and then a gasp.
I looked back and saw the friend I didn’t recognize (the girl). Her head was cut off her body and it was all bloody and stuff. Some people, like me, that resisted the paradise spell ran towards these old castle like double doors, which led us to the hallway. We ran down the hallway to the stairs and tried to explain what happened. Dad, this old fogey dude, some others, and I decided to try to save some of the people in the utopia place and get them out.
We thought that we could get the children together for coloring and telling stories, so I found this paper with a picture (for coloring) that had a story on it, two pencils, a pen, and some crayons. The others took the stuff there and I went there a little later. These little kids were all huddled around and I went to see what was going on. They were using the blue crayon to color the shirt of a character, but the sleeves in light blue. The little kid to my right started reading the story and the little kid to his right asked what he was reading. He said a nursery rhyme like ‘Humpty Dumpty‘ and the other little kid started to sing ‘Humpty Dumpty,’ while the first little kid read. I then had this theory that kids younger than a certain age grew younger and kids like teenagers that were older that a certain age grew older.
Later, I remember some guy walking in to the utopia place and we all thought he was here to convince the older people to leave. He wasn’t, though, but now that I think about it, the older people could have been the teenagers and my friends. I think I also remember that at the high school, there was like a blizzard outside. Even earlier in my dream, I remember missing out on a field trip and actually going on a second one.
* Names have been changed.