What I still remember from last night’s dreams:
I remember following an English teacher and some other guy across a park or garden area. We were up high on top of the arches and other architectural features. They just jumped down. I was too afraid of landing too hard, so I planned to climb down a metal feature. However, the metal pillar I got onto bent down to the ground due to my weight.
There was a much longer story, but the first part I can remember begins where I was with a team and we had traveled to the past to tear down some area after the apocalypse. It was “tearing down” in a fast, not real way of removing a structure, but being able to delete/remove sections. Two of the guys tore down a large section quicker than I could follow them and I started to worry because I’d have to jump either a full 15-20 feet or try to jump to a higher area they still had up, but it was far from the scaffolding I was standing on. A girl in the group told me to look over as she moved a shorter scaffolding over. She pushed the one I was on so it tilted and I fell/jump onto the shorter one. The momentum made that one tip and I was able to safely jump to the ground. I thought it was clever and kind of her.
Another weird part was that the “ground” was in a river. I complained that the metal we were having to remove was ending up in what should have been fresh water, but was now contaminated with metal and eventually, rust. However, it was probably still cleaner than other sources of water at that time.
We went back to the future and I spent time looking for clues to whether we were in our “world” or another dimension. I remember thinking it was funny that I was using a term from Sliders. I found an upside down Ohio flag taped to the wall with masking tape. I found out that the states were no longer “united” and each state became sovereign. We thought we were in another world, but I suggested that it wasn’t another dimension, we just returned late due to time dilation. We chose a date and the travel seemed quick to us, but there was something we didn’t know to calculate with the technology that made what seemed like a half hour to us ended up being eight years and the state sovereignty came about on its own after the apocalypse.
I remember some movie being let out in a large building with a movie theater section. I thought my family and I were going to see a movie I wanted to see, but some other random guy said the movie was a Pixar movie – one I didn’t want to see. I was frustrated because I didn’t know if he was lying or if I screwed up on the plans.
I remember after people went in trying to read a sign with multiple faces near the front of the theater. The different theaters were called different things like “West Wing,” “East Wing,” etc. I looked over at the top of the door my family went in and it was the “Auditorium.” I looked back at the sign and stepped back and forth trying to read the sign. The words were blurry and the movies were shown as promotional images around 6 x 18 inches under the names of the rooms. I heard my dad behind me talk to a worker saying, “Oh, I’m just waiting for my daughter. I’m not sure what she’s doing.” This made me laugh because I pictured myself from someone else’s POV and I was literally stepping back and forth in front of a sign. I do remember one sign having Her as one of the movies and thought my parents and godfather would like that movie.
I was late for the movie, so to get my ticket, I had to go through some promotional animated cartoon thing that shamed me for being so late to the movie. It was a 3D immersive experience and first showed a “tutorial” for a game where a black human figure stood on a sidewalk path surrounded by a field of grass, a stone wall, and trees in the back. There was a large building to the right. A red ball with teeth (kinda like you would see at the beginning of an AMC movie) flew over to the person, turned, then ate the person shape. I thought, “Good to know there is that half-second while the ball monster turns to get away.”
I move to in front of the building – a hospital? There was a live-action teenager and an animated teenager looking at a screen to the right and an animated version of the first kid in between and behind them looking the opposite way. That one had a red motorcycle helmet that looked similar to the ball monster. I remember the live action guy doing a funny dance and then standing still, waiting for instructions. The middle one disappeared and turned into a red ball monster going for the live action kid. I told him to dance as if that was a way to avoid being eaten. He danced and the monster turned back into a teenager.
I went through the sliding doors of the building. My head was near the top of the doors and I realized the designer must have been tall and designed it to be from his POV.
This was all happening in a booth near the concession stand. My dad found me as he was on his way to the theater with food and a soda. I told him I’d catch up to them after I get my ticket and that I had to be shamed for being late by this game before I could get it.
I remember waking up and trying to remember scenes and thinking, “I’ve been there before.” Now, I don’t remember where this was.
I have been playing The Last of Us, so my dreams have become more vivid. However, I’m writing this days after the fact.
I remember being in a college auditorium. The guy next to me had written an Images of America book (a friend did this in waking life recently), but instead of a place, it was about a subset of people with some kind of power. I asked him to sign it. He said aloud what he was going to write, but I can’t remember what it was. He wrote it not only backward but to be read in a mirror. I thought that was AWESOME. I remember the pen was kinda leaky and smeared as he wrote.
I left to use the restroom, but could “remote view” the auditorium and the speaker. The speaker was an asshole, though, and called me out for leaving to use the restroom. He made it seem like I was a slacker and the guy I was sitting next to seemed embarrassed.
I started walking to my next class – it was an interesting set of one-story buildings I walked through. My schedule had the week’s schedule broken up into 1-1.5 hour classes. I was already late to the next class, so I skipped it to go get a form signed by a director of some engineering college.
The room was 1011 (even though it was on the first and only floor) and I remember looking at room numbers to navigate the space.
I got to the front desk and the director – an Indian guy – invited me back to his office and left. I had to go through other rooms that were being used for experiments. The students looked as if they were studying how blood absorbed into the carpet and had those yellow crime scene evidence markers by each stain. I had to hop over one and thought, “they shouldn’t be doing this in the doorway.”
I got to the director’s office and sat in a leather office chair. He walked around, worried because he failed some certification for his job twice. I asked him about his research about “Seeing without seeing” (which I meant that remote viewing I did). As he paced around with a weird clock object, he said the data wasn’t significant enough to do further research. I was disappointed.
I remember leaving a party that took place during the day at a large white house. Grace got in her car and I got in mine. Kristy got in Grace’s car and they were planning a trip to Florida and talked about how they planned to have a great time.
It was raining out and the ground was muddy. Grace was driving her car, but the positions of the driver seat and passenger seat switched so Grace was on the same side as I was. We had our doors open and somehow drove backward without the doors hitting.
Grace got out and closed my door. I planned to let her leave first. Instead, she pushed my car out of a muddy rut. I wasn’t expecting it, so I took a second before trying to back up and turn the car. As I turned the car, I saw in the side mirror and backup camera feed that the yard drops of a steep hill. I also remember a shed, dog house, or outhouse on the drop-off that was yellow with a logo – I think it was exposed insulation.
I stopped before I went off the side and both Grace and I sighed in relief. Then, the car started moving backward, sliding in the mud. It accelerated and fell backward off the cliff and flipped. Once I knew it was too late to do anything, I closed my eyes, prepared for the impact by relaxing my body, and prayed.
I remember being at a house party and flirting with some guy, but obviously, the drunker girl on his left was getting his attention a bit more than I was.
I remember waking up later and cleaning up the house. It appeared that a group of guys all ordered personal pizzas. I thought it was a waste of money and they could have ordered many extra large ones and split them.
One of my biggest fears in waking life is swallowing pills. My throat automatically closes off when I put them in my mouth.
In a dream, I was prescribed a drug that started with a B and ended with “van” and it was a gold gel inside a large capsule. After trying to swallow it several times, it split and turned into two smaller pills. I thought this would help, but decided to go to another room.
It was a different apartment than my waking one – possibly the house the party was at in the previous dream. I remember trying to flip on the light for the living room, but flipped the wrong one and it shut down the power to the kitchen appliances. I turned it back on and they “rebooted.”
The first dream I remember was being and a shallow pool that had a bare-bones boat with orange parts. I found out that it was a ride of some sort. I got permission to drive the boat around the ride and parts of it reminded me of the Jaws ride that was at Universal Studios Orlando.
This one was pretty cool.
I remember strapping into one of the many seats of a space ship as it crashed down to earth. I looked back and saw another girl in the back strapped in and holding on.
We were wearing space suits (those white NASA ones with the big gloves), but I don’t remember us wearing helmets for some reason.
I got a flashback of being in the situation before. I felt that it was my second time and we were in a simulation. Not a normal simulation with a machine that moves mechanically with a screen, but one using dream technology, which means we could get hurt and also leave the ship.
I don’t think I was supposed to remember that it was a simulation. However, I remember the last time had one more person: a tall guy. He rushed over to the controls (on the starboard side toward the stern for some reason – why would anyone put controls there??) Since he wasn’t there, I unbuckled my straps and climbed my way up to the controls.
We were headed at the earth at a dangerous angle and headed toward a highly populated city on the West Coast. I remembered that we ended up landing at the foot of a volcano last time and wondered if that was just how the sim was designed and if we’d end up at the foot of a volcano no matter what.
I was able to get the ship to level out a little better and I hoped it would skip across the ocean like a stone. What do you know, we missed the city and ended up at the foot of an active volcano. It was slow lava (possibly from a link I looked at yesterday talking about that kind), so the danger was relatively low.
I remember trying to remove supplies from the ship for the rest of the dream. The ship was relatively small and looked like a hybrid between the Millennium Falcon and a stealth fighter. Inside was climate controlled and, although I don’t remember the heat, I remember people walking out of the ship being surprised by it and complaining.
One of the neater parts of the end was looking at the entryway of the main area. The outer part was made of thick metal, then there was a 6-8 inch space, then another layer of thick metal. I remember having to step on the thick layers to get in and out of the ship.
I vaguely remember walking through a city (I think it was an amusement park designed to look like a town) with my mom and I kept stopping to paint random landmarks. One was about Abraham Lincoln. I felt I did a crappy job painting.
Later, I remember taking a break at some job in the city. I hoped to catch a protest outside of the building and take photos with my phone. It disbanded before I could take pictures and I was frustrated because I thought, “Great, I’m taking time off my job to do things that should be my job. I wouldn’t have missed the protest if I didn’t have to do something for my current job.” I don’t remember what my job actually was.
Some girl came into the lobby and told me to follow her because other protests were going on – one that was related to Canada, another one was Greece, I think. I pictured them in parts of the “town” and asked her as I followed, “What is this, Protest day?”
Eventually, I ended up in her car and she drove me to a Costco. By then, the sun had gone down so it was dark out. She got out and went into Costco where I could see some female staff doing some kind of group building activity.
Beside me, a tall, large white van drove up to my right and there were two Asian girls my age. They appeared to be waiting for someone.
I wanted to go into Costco, but I had my backpack and the driver’s purse beside me. I didn’t mind having my backpack visible – it was dark anyway and I could partly hide it. I don’t think I had anything valuable in it. However, the driver’s purse was bright red and had a neat Japanese cherry blossom image on it. I thought the red would stand out to thieves. I trusted the Asian girls, but who knows who else was out there.