I remember losing a tooth and looking at it curious about the roots. I realized that was a common dream theme, so I did a reality check – I made a red shirt that was hanging on the handle of a vacuum cleaner in the bedroom in my dream turn green. I was like, YES I’m dreaming. I then woke up in another dream, not realizing I was still dreaming and getting mad I didn’t try these random “tasks” I wanted to do in my next lucid dream.
“Gah. Got stuck in a semi-lucid dream false awakening loop where the plot was that I was a guide in the anesthetic-induced dream for some guy named Sal or Saul Weinstein or Feinstein from the past while he was in surgery. I would explain to him what the weird sounds were and the sound track was from me. Later, some lady talked said a rhyme about how Kennedy wasn’t elected by one person, that it took many. The hours-long scene ended, and the dream started turning black. I started freaking out because I didn’t know how to wake up. I tried and ended up in front of a house in the late 80s /early 90s and the kids there couldn’t understand why I was frustrated. I tried to wake again and it didn’t seem to change much and I went into this whole spiel about how the place was a poor place and because if that, I have no idea what decade I was in because it made sense that this community would have old cars and no cell phones. I kept saying I was from the 2020s and later corrected that. I wondered if I was dead and was about to accept my fate (being stuck in a lucid dream and traveled through time, getting stuck in the past) when I woke up. Only a half hour had really passed.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
I seriously wish this dream comes true someday. It was awesome.
I found a sci-fi series that already had four seasons and still running that had a female protagonist and was set in the near future. The show dealt with the social and cultural aspects of artificial intelligence. The protagonist was a character that was good, but also had shady connections that required thwarting security.
The show was an “experience” where, if you viewed the episodes online, you could have an immersive experience using Google Cardboard and other apps to add to the story. The Google Cardboard/Oculus Rift parts dealt with seeing the environments the story took place in – one was as the protagonist in an alley and the “game” was pointing out areas that might have a security camera. Another part was playing a detective/law enforcement person and going through “police reports” and listening to interviews (using AI within the website) to fill in the backstory of the characters. While that’s going on, you can add security camera feeds that notify you of when motion is detected. Many are false alarms, but also some scenes that advance the plot and add to the backstory.
IT WAS SO AWESOME. I even dreamed I told my mom about it and tried to get her interested.
Part of that turned into a dream where I was in the protagonist’s character in a flashback. I remember being in her bedroom and that parts were visible from the stairwell in the three-story home.
Outside, in and alley, there was a structure with three garage doors. A friend who was a bit more gutsy with exploring and I got into it through a regular door. We found that there was a smaller garage with one large door within a “shell.” I switched to the gutsy character. As her, I found a side door and used a flashlight to look around inside despite the other character being worried. The space was empty except for a large cart/trailer thing with pieces of wood that were cut to be squiggly and painted orange. I thought they were part of a stage production. I also thought the location would be a good hidden location because no one would know that it wasn’t a three-car garage from the outside.
I remember going into a lab in a college where I worked and some professor came in with a student to have them make up an assignment. I remember being half-asleep (really it was because I WAS asleep) and tried to find a way to appear that I was actually being productive. I remember pulling up a map on my tablet and zooming in. There was also something about turning on more lights in the room.
Later, I was at a weekend conference at OU where I do work in waking life and someone visiting got the school mixed up with Ohio State. She had an OSU store/bookstore gift card and I told her if she didn’t use it online, she should still go up to Columbus because there are free things to see like the library and the museum (it’s free on Sunday) and parks.
I remember trying to figure out if I was in a lucid dream by saying, “If I am dreaming, I can…” and made up things. They would come true for the most part, but some things were not exact.
I woke up in my car outside of some apartments at night. I opened the door and I was parked in a parking lot across from a river and a sidewalk. It was a comfortable temperature (maybe 60s?). Some southeast Asian girl to my left was wearing a coat and sat against my car as if she were waiting for someone. She looked at me like I was weird for sleeping in my car. I probably had the same face because she was leaning against a stranger’s car while they slept in it.
About one spot away, there was a guy sitting in the passenger side facing the river holding a camera or cell phone videoing the people walking by. His friend arrived exiting a pedestrian bridge, holding some guy, helping him walk. It was too dark to tell if the guy was drunk, beat up, or sick.
I remember looking at a great skyline that was partly covered by some trees on the right and considered staying at the apartment for another year because the view was good. I don’t remember what city it was, though. Outside of a general LeVeque Tower-looking building and the open spaces between the buildings (so not a LARGE city like NYC), nothing stood out that I could recognize.
I remember some movement where people wore these purple patches and badges to show they were part of it. The patch was lavender and had a phrase on it in bold, white sans serif font with the first and most prominent word being “No” or “Not.” I told them that it’s bad marketing and if they wanted their movement (which I didn’t agree totally with) to succeed, they would need to choose a symbol and use it instead of a lengthy phrase that people can only read if they know English and are close enough to read it.
There was a scene where I was working for some government job with two others. Our manager was in the room just passing the time. He reminded me of a manager from when I worked at the Census, where he was once in our position and mostly became manager because he length of time in the position. He was mostly there to make sure we did our work and helped answer our questions. We were adults with a good work ethic, so his job was easy and he was friendly. I remember wondering if I could ever have a job like his.
Part of the scene incorporated the noisy rooster from waking life crowing its head off outside of the place we were working.
I remember looking out of a front window of a house and seeing Kevin*, Stephen*, and another guy their age (about 5 years younger than me) that I assumed was a friend of Stephen’s from the military. They weren’t wearing uniforms, but their stances looked military and I already knew Stephen recently joined.
They were standing around a pile of large debris from what looked like a construction site for a house. I remember a door without a doorknob lying on the pile. Kevin was sitting in a lawn chair. The other two sat in lawn chairs on either side of him. Kevin lit a match and threw it onto the door. It caught fire quickly, but I felt it was safe because it was away from where I was and the surrounding trees. Stephen and his friend got up when the fire got bigger. Kevin stayed in the seat as if he knew it couldn’t hurt him.
I noticed what looked like gasoline “leaking” in a drip-like pattern, but it was like it was “falling” onto the underside of the awning over the small porch outside of the house. It “rolled” like a drop on a surface – part of it absorbed into the wood – until it hit the siding. Then, it ignited.
I moved away from the fire and was frustrated because I’d have to go outside in night clothes. There was another person in the house, so I thought I’d get them out first. I decided to call 9-1-1 on the way getting the other person, but couldn’t dial the number. After trying so hard, I realized I must be dreaming – dialing numbers into devices are one of the hardest things for me to do in a dream.
All this did was send me into a false awakening loop that played the same scene, but in different ways. I didn’t have any fear, it was more a frustration that they couldn’t burn crap without this gasoline thing happening.
I remember walking along a beach area at a fair or carnival with a friend. He was an older male, but this was the future, so I might have been the same age. We were there with his teenage daughter who wanted to buy material to make clothing. There were vendors and they were selling handmade and recycled items. It seemed to be a trend. The guy said he thought everything looked “ragged” and nothing looked new like it was when we were young. I said it’s a good thing the younger generation was learning how to have recycled things and to scavenge because their generation will have to face wars over resources, devastation from climate change, having too much trash, etc.
* Names have been changed
I drank a half a can of an energy drink and ate a ripe banana before going to bed. It took me a while to sleep, but when I did, my dreams were very vivid. The one I wrote down notes for was this:
I remember a house that was a hospital on one side and a normal house on the other. I’m not sure, but I think I started as a patient.
I remember picking up random brochures from a wall to read. One was very old and the graphic design included rounded rectangles with neon green (”dream green”) borders. One of the pages had a 1990s two-page fold out of TLC and it even had, “Oooooh, On the TLC Tiiiip!” in a weird 1990s font.
I remember sitting on a couch near a window as some other people and I watched a movie on a 36-inch TV. We kept feeling shaking and we thought it was a promo for Jurassic World because it was like those T-Rex steps and we even heard dinosaur noises. I moved back the curtain and outside, it was nighttime and raining hard. Across from the house, there was a cheesy theme park with dinosaurs (think Dinosaur World). The guy to my right kept getting annoyed by the sounds outside. I said me and some other guy had the same issue in another theater and this guy said the park shouldn’t have been built so close.
Knowing I was half-dreaming, I pictured a raptor from the movie slamming its head through the window and I tried to think what I’d do if that happened. Instead of that happening, I heard a shrill woman’s voice saying, “A corpse!” I looked over and the lady knocked into and tripped over a nurse pushing a cart. A stainless steel tray went flying. She got back up and went to the window and pointed screaming, “A corpse!!!”
People ran, but I can’t remember much until I went back to the rooms (that were now like my parents’ house (before the 2004 renovation). The light switch in the first bedroom didn’t work and I assumed it was a power outage. I tried the light in the second bedroom and it didn’t work and I didn’t understand why because the equipment at the far side of the room had lights on it (dream green, again).
I went looking for a flashlight and found a weird red pill-shaped one on the ground, but something in my hand prevented me from picking it up. I realized it was a telescoping magnet. In my dream, it had a flashlight on the end.
That’s when I noticed the house seemed empty. The old dining room appeared as it did during the renovation. I said, “Hello?”
I heard a loud AIM sound and went to the old living room. In the old brown chair we used to have, a guy pushed a laptop off of his lap and asked me, “Where have you been?
After that, I had multiple false awakenings where I looked at my cell phone clock out of habit (I keep track of my sleep cycle length) and I checked it at least five times between 3:30 and 3:34 a.m. I’m not sure which ones were real. Of course, the last one was because I wrote down notes about my dream.
For the rest of the night, I kept having similar false awakenings and lucid dreams and some had some dream about color coded cards related to the false awakenings. I kept waking up with a racing heart.