I don’t remember the details, but I remember showing the dangers of “Dream Tech.”
It could change people’s beliefs and memories, thus changing their entire character. I showed an example of someone playing a character of a suicide bomber plotting and building the explosives, etc. up to the point of blowing himself up on a crowded street.
When questioned in character, he felt he had always felt this way. He had memories of feeling like he did then and what led to him wanting to do this act. He was super disoriented when we removed the influence of the dream tech program. I showed the people learning about the technology the “runner’s” (the guy playing the “dream game”) background file. He was not violent at all, easy going, no extreme feelings about anything, etc. He wouldn’t hurt a fly and would more likely save people than ever put them in danger.
Since I was explaining the technology uses similar parts of the brain as hypnotism, I was debunking the idea that people can’t be hypnotized to do something they wouldn’t ever do normally. I explained that to get a person to do things they object to, their back story needs to be recreated and come up first and always when remembering the past. We are who we are and do what we do as a result of the memories of our experiences.
I’m half asleep, so this will not be very detailed. I might return and put more details later.
I remember telling a class of students, “I’m not the teacher, I’m only the facilitator.” Apparently, two students were out and didn’t complete their homework because they were about to have babies.
Later, I was on some moving platform and I took out my phone to email the students to look at the syllabus regarding excused absences/late work. I put the phone away and knew I was on some sort of time travel machine. There was a pool of still green liquid with glittery sparkles next to me.
The platform moved to an edge and turned around. It was like a roller coaster – it went to that edge to have enough room to accelerate. It accelerated straight at a solid metal door. I thought, “What’s the good at holding my arm up and closing my eyes?” So I looked at the door as I went toward it.
Just as I reached it, the door flipped open, revealing a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. The platform accelerated even faster.
At the end, I was disappointed. The ride ended under some raised highway and I was greeted by some person in a lizard costume and another amusement park employee.
I really wanted to time travel.
Maybe I did travel…to the future!
I remember checking out an athletic gym on opening day. This one had a twist – it used a smaller space by manipulating gravity. It was cool and I kept thinking I needed to post a photo to Instagram about how you can exercise upside-down. I kept worrying, though, that I’d fall to the ceiling.
I remember being on a rooftop with a sniper rifle and a goal to shoot some guy. He was originally played by an actor, so I thought it was part of a dream game. Some other character was being suspicious out of view to distract the guy and his bodyguard. I aimed at his head. This was probably because I found a sniper rifle in the game I played before going to bed.
Someone told me that it was the dream game’s programming that told me it was an actor and all part of a game. The name of the real guy I was aiming at was [redacted]. I even asked, [name with slightly different spelling] and someone went, “No. [name spelled out and clarified]” I thought, “When I wake up, I’ll look up that name.” The dream game was still in control with an objective to shoot the guy (now changed to look like someone I didn’t recognize) in the head. I fired, but he moved to look at something and my bullet barely scratched the passenger side of the car he was standing in front of.
Note: I looked up the man’s name on Google when I woke up. The results showed a guy who was involved in protests and non-profit organizations that try to take power away from the government and monopolistic corporations and give them back to the people. I’ve never heard of this guy before this dream, but I won’t put his name here because he is confronting people who probably would have no problem paying someone to take him out to protect their interests. I hope that guy doesn’t have to deal with something like my dream where I played a character that didn’t care about the people I killed, I just had an objective and did what I could to complete my mission.
I remember volunteering to use a new device that was part dream tech and part VR to help find details to help solve a murder. I got stuck at the top of a structure that reminded me of a lifeguard station because it felt as if it would tip and I have a fear of falling. The heights were cool, though. I yelled and a guy came over and held onto the structure so I could take a seat and put on an Oculus Rift-like headset. I don’t remember the next part of that dream.
So I got some decent sleep and, of course, the last of the 7-8 hour session provides the most interesting narrative dreams I can remember.
It was longer than this, but the top things I remember and was trying to recall as I came out of sleep:
I remember being in a tall building at night and being part of some “team” or department at work. We were confused about something.
I remember walking toward the offices from the nice, large lobby and had to walk through a hallway with walls painted with this nice shade of bluish gray. Before I entered the hallway, I saw ambulances (I’m not sure how they’d fit) coming down the hallway, so I moved to the side and noticed trees across the hall from me. It was like one dream involving a street merged into this office building. The ambulances passed me, but they stopped to push through two large black bins that were blocking the path.
Later, some people were returning and I thought it was the ambulances returning, so I moved into this cut-out area (that I kept calling a “cubby”) that had a full wall between the hallway and the area with vending machines. Instead, it was two people, who I watched run pass without seeing me. The first was a thin girl with really short hair with shaved sides. The other was a guy (about 5′10) with light brown hair and a little extra weight, but still healthy. HE impressed me because he passed after the girl and I thought, “This is a great place to hide when people are too focused to look in this area.” He returned because he saw me as he ran past. I’m attracted to people who pay attention to things most would ignore for some reason.
He ran in and looked at me and talked to me in ways that made it seem like he’s known me and has been in a close relationship with me for a while. He probably would have hugged or kissed me if he didn’t pick up on me not recognizing him. He had a light gray backpack with orange(?) outline cording. He put it down saying that he “got ‘it’” and I don’t remember the exact dialog, but it sounded like he expected it to destroy a large area. He opened the backpack and it was a piece of “computer beige/gray” equipment that I didn’t recognize and the screen ran a series of equations. I thought it was a bomb. I thought if it was a bomb that could do that much damage, it would have to have a way to produce a lot of energy despite being small enough to be in a backpack, so I thought it had to include materials that were highly radioactive. I tried getting more information about it as a bent down and moved my hand over the device to feel for heat.
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There was a scene where I looked out a window into the window of the skyscraper building across the street. It was night, it was easy to see inside. I remember a couple of desks around a raised area were the higher ups sat. One of the higher up saw me and whispered something to a couple of other people. I don’t think it was related to me, but I think they were annoyed I was watching.
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There was a scene where I heard an alarm similar to this alarm: https://youtu.be/XSe8BsOmpJ8 But it was a higher pitch and short and it would begin, then stop, then begin again a couple of seconds later, then stop. We were all confused and I didn’t know if I should leave the building or go toward the alarm. I went toward the alarm.
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Later, I remember there was a backstory where I had a crush on a coworker (my type from waking like) and I felt we were getting closer when this all went down. The taller guy with the backpack was with him and our boss showing him the device. The numbers on the screen were for a 6-sided pyramid device and I thought the math people watching this scene (I saw it as a TV show almost) would have recognized the numbers.
It dawned on me why the guy thought he knew me so well and why everyone couldn’t place him. It’s as if people found him familiar, but didn’t know him. I thought it was partly due to the recognition in his face that we all assumed we knew him, but forgot from where. I told him the reason was because he was from another timeline, another “universe.” People were arguing over how time travel of a person or any mass/energy would have to displace a similar mass/energy. What he had wasn’t a bomb, it created enough energy to send someone into another timeline. His counterpart from our timeline must have traveled and he was “sucked through” an “energy vacuum” to replace the energy in the multiverse.
It sounds weird, but when I woke up, I thought this would be good in a story to explain mysteriously missing people and people who have reported waking to find their lives completely different than what they remember. It also reminds me of the end of a Beyond Science episode about the Bermuda Triangle and his speculation that we see missing planes maybe being replaced by fish or birds, what if another universe is seeing battleships fall from the sky?
I remember being in a rectangular bedroom with glass walls. The structure was built on a moon-like terrain. Two aliens with skull faces and comically huge heads were walking out of a crashed craft. I remember thinking it would be bad if I looked at them, so I tried to look away and pretend I didn’t know they were there. I wanted to close the curtain, but I thought that would give away that I knew they were there. I also hated that it was night, making my cell like a fishbowl.
This effort to avoid looking too long at a character was in a few other dreams as well.
I remember parts of a dream where I was working in a garage with “18 percent grey” people. It’s what I call people who are OK with committing a crime, but they need a reason to. They are nice, as long as you don’t screw them over.
I remember jogging away from the garage and around a partially fenced building. It was mostly because I enjoyed jogging. A car drove by and then backed up and it was one of the grey guys. I think they were partly worried I had planned to tell people their criminal plans. I didn’t see the point in doing so. They apparently wanted to trust me, but they weren’t sure if they could. I told the guy I was jogging because it’s fun and they asked if I had planned to jog all the way to the next town (20 miles away). I realized that probably wouldn’t be practical.