From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
You know, a helicopter or plane. Definitely, some kind of military training and I remember even having headphones on to communicate. We had or I had a clipboard that had a [clear plastic] cover on it to protect it from the weather.
or if you still remember what was used (???)
And a guy that looks like [my coworker] was explaining that we would tell the two trainees with parachutes three to five [sentences] and before they jumped from the plane, that if they felt they were going to not make it, they could say their last wishes. If that included leaving everything to their dog, that would be okay, we would honor those wishes.
I really wanted to jump and was mad they only gave parachutes to the trainees. One of the trainees was mad that the other really would have given everything to her dog. The other, earlier in the day, out on some field, said she gave “zero fucks” about this other person.
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 sitting in a helicopter, strapped in with a strap on each shoulder. I’ve never flown in a helicopter, so I don’t know how realistic it was. One weird thing was that I was sitting above the pilot and other passenger and I could only see through a window that was below where I was sitting. I was disappointed because I love heights and wanted to watch as we were flying.
We landed near a place with yellow tape. When I got out, I saw we were in a really pretty city with skyscrapers. The other passenger was some “official” person (I called her a handler in my dream) who was around my age. She was dressed in a nice business outfit and I remember knowing she was a nice person. The helicopter pilot was a good-looking guy around my age and was in a military uniform.
The helicopter guy left and I went to one of the buildings to use the restroom. The toilet wouldn’t flush and the stall wasn’t lit well. I left to have someone else fix it.
The woman checked me into a fancy hotel suite. It looked at least 3 stars, but most likely 4 stars. I don’t remember looking outside, so I think the curtains were drawn. The colors were a nice burgundy and cream color. I kept thinking the room was too large for one person – it seemed larger than one of my past apartments!
I was bored, so I walked around and realized I had been there before! There was a small meeting room across from the bathroom. I went in there and found the materials from the event I remember attending. It was a small training class to go over some management thing. I found a “workbook” with a faded/pastel orange cover with stock photos of people working together. It appeared to have been partly damaged by water and then shoved in a bag or box for months. I found a bag that belonged to a coworker and looked through it. I found two pairs of nice motorcycle gloves and remembered our training session was in the winter and he said he would always forget his gloves there and bring new ones and end up with several pairs. There was also a bag inside that I now I think was a rifle of some sort. The main bag was thin and padded and could unzip almost completely.
Later, I checked what was behind the door to the hotel suite, expecting a hallway. Instead, it led out to the lobby. I closed the door and noticed a taped sign that said “Wet Paint” (or repaint?). I turned to go back to the bed and heard what sounded like a cart being pushed along a wooden floor. I woke up thinking someone was in my apartment.
“ Dreamed NASA opened up requirements for space travel by having a group in charge of piloting and other jobs in weightlessness and a group who were the traditional physically fit people that would build stations on the moon. I was selected to be one of the pilots, but also as a general ‘computer person’ and Russian translator. Part of the dream involved smart kids getting recruited to colonize Mars – they’d be adults by the time they were trained and arrived. My dream skipped over the training parts and I remember being anxious about the trip.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
Klaus – a friend/past coworker from waking life – was there and he tried to calm me down.
It turned into some story idea/dream where I found out they never developed a way to have us return safely after dropping off the people on the moon. We worked with some guy named “Jensen” (an engineer) to develop a way we could land safely or find a way to the ISS. We had to work in secret despite cameras everywhere that had a feed that was available online 24/7 because NASA command (or whatever) planned to stop us. They had remote control over our power and life supply and showed that when I first found out about the suicide mission. I went to get Jensen after I found out and had us both turn our microphones off to discuss it. They told us to turn them back on. We did and I was snarky and asked them if they knew – I mean, they had to, right? They told us to keep our mics on and I said, “Get used to not hearing us” and made it clear I wasn’t going to take orders when our orders would lead to our destruction. That’s when they shut off the power and turned it back on explaining they were in control.
Being recorded and broadcasted live 24/7 involved a whole b-story. There were parts where I talked to Klaus about how it’s not that we (humans) don’t want to be watched, it’s usually about how we don’t want to be judged. (I remember this part because of a weird habit I have when it comes to holding onto things like a refrigerator handle, door frame, etc. and I was holding onto a handle above me to try to remain still.) There was a part where we could get video calls from loved ones and reporters. That’s where the judgment would come in. Even when responding, the camera was much higher than the video feed and people watching would comment how we couldn’t make eye contact or that we were answering untruthfully because we were looking down. I was the only one who didn’t do this because I’ve always known to look at the camera to make it look like I’m keeping eye contract when the others were making eye contact with the faces on the video feeds. I thought it was dumb that something so small would cause people to judge us and struggled with later decisions that involved deals that broke social norms just because our survival was at risk. Even though we wouldn’t get any feedback, I still think we were being broadcasted. The only reason NASA didn’t cut our power was because it was good TV. We later were able to communicate through written notes that didn’t align with our speech in order to continue planning until we had full control.
The craziest parts were based on things from real life like my heart rate being so slow that NASA command would periodically check up on me when my heart rate would dip. However, my heart gave away my discovery about not having a reentry plan even when I tried to keep a straight face.
The Russian translation part came in because we were all trained in basic Russian, but I focused my training to be a translator because I like languages. We planned to possibly work with the Russians since we felt America kinda screwed us over and Russians could help us out and then use it as a political move. In the end, we’d get back safely. We tried to find a way to do it and not risk looking like traitors enough to get killed and that getting picked up by the Russians was an accident, not planned.
There was even a scene where Klaus told me when we’d have access to Russian communications that would reach their government. I wasn’t ready and believed NASA would catch us and turn off our power if I tried to reach out at that time. He said we wouldn’t have the ability to contact them again for 3 hours. We both decided to use those 3 hours to find a way to disrupt NASA’s control of our systems while maintaining access to data and comms.
We had another person who was in charge – we referred to him as our CO (commanding officer) – but we thought he was in on the plan. I later explained to him our plans knowing there was a part of him that wanted to survive and our plans involved saving everyone on board – even if some had to go to the ISS and other landed. We didn’t plan on sacrificing anyone. In the end, he kept out of our way.
Later, the story ended when we successfully landed in an ocean. Jensen tried to pull me out of the water – we were the only conscious ones – but I went to unbuckle Klaus and motioned for Jensen to get our CO. I was able to get Klaus and he was OK, but Jensen left our CO because he was pinned under something and bleeding from the head. We were quickly rescued by Russians in helicopters. They pointed guns at our heads and I remember smiling and saying “Spasibo.”
The Russians used us as “hostages” to get something from America, but we were treated well because we made a deal with them.
“Too much sleep + mosquito bites + sound of a fly + watching Homeland before bed = crazy dreams about working for the government, attending a conference I wanted to volunteer at, talking to some guy in a military uniform about ice cream, went around looking for hidden notes from a local group of scavenger hunters, all to find out that I was beta testing a dream game with some other players.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
What I remember days after the fact:
I remember being hired to work for a government-run department with high security and was trained for the job. Other positions and departments were understaffed and I took over a spot/shift for someone and their area was farther underground. I caught something and saved the department money and embarrassment and a group of higher ups followed me around to see how I did so. I told them I was just filling in and wasn’t even trained for the job I was subbing in. All but my direct supervisor (which I called my “direct report” in my dream) left. She sat and watched me look at monitors. I thought she’d be so bored because that job wasn’t that entertaining or exciting.
I remember parts where I was eating at an event and thought about volunteering the next year despite volunteers being younger and students (lower-rung type) instead of where my status was. I wanted to explore an area, but triggered a part of the “dream game” and it took me to the next scene. I watched as other players explore the areas I wanted to explore.
Later, I was in a car with other players as the main player had an interaction with an NPC in a house. I told the other players how far I thought we were in the game based on my first playthrough.