The dreams I remember were all about trying to stop or catch bad guys.
I remember being with Warren* (I think) chatting in a city on a pedestrian bridge. He was dressed up for some reason and I joked saying he looked as if he were running for office. I looked back to my left to a building with at least two wings and a place where people dropped off people. On about the third or fourth floor, some guy with an “assault” rifle broke out a window. I thought, “Ugh. Asshole. Breaking windows and shit.”
I tried to count the floors and get a location to report to the police. I asked Warren what the name of the place was and he says it was “Civic Center” or something like that. I know of a “Civic Center” on a riverfront and it didn’t look like this building.
The gunman shot at us and a bullet hit the concrete railing we were leaning against – right in between us. He went back inside the building. I remember trying to look over the ledge and to my right to get a better idea of where I was located, but I woke up.
I remember running through a basement hallway. It was a classic old basement of a building with gray glazed floor and walls with dusty fluorescent bar-shaped lights.
I had to push a janitorial cart out of the way that led into another hallway with a storage closet. No one was there and I was relieved. However, I thought, “I must have gotten here earlier this time,” as if I had played this experience before. Warren was in this one, too.
Eventually, a semi-chubby guy came rushing down the hallway, dressed as a delivery guy, holding a taped Amazon box. He headed straight for the supply closet. I stopped him, telling him he’s going to hurt people with the bomb. I asked him why he agreed to it and he said those that made him help pay for his wife’s life-saving medications.
Sometime during this dream, I started to freak out. I remember being close to Warren as if we had worked together for a long time, but when I tried to remember scenes/memories of after catching bad guys, I couldn’t. I expected to be able to remember the “boring” aspects of this hero “game” or life or whatever, thinking that’s where our relationship grew. Since I couldn’t remember, I started to worry they were blocking my memory of those events for some reason and I HATE losing memories and blacking out in dreams.
* Name has been changed.
I remember a “dream game” where I had to hide in some restroom stalls. One was on fire. I remember knowing it was a game and tried to shoot a female “enemy” with a rifle of some sort. I felt bad about it because game or not, it was too realistic and I’m not a shooter – I rather stealth, melee, or friend enemies. I remember running from the room and knowing my way out of a maze of stalls.
Later, I remember being some sort of reporter and reporting on unique sporting events. One involved something like volleyball, but with just kicking and the players were not allowed to take their hands off the ground unless moving. Another “sport” was something to do with motorbikes in a canyon, but the people were mad I was there, so I had to sneak up on them. There was one part, too, where someone was looking for me/someone playing a certain dream game. I pretended to be asleep, thinking they wouldn’t know which game I was playing or just normally dreaming. It worked.
Voice notes while half asleep (better details below):
Across this Great Divide space themed we weren’t a TV show part of it hooked up some kind of device to our backs and it hooked up to something that early adopters used for game video games and they figured out how to hack it so that it turned us into shooters that and used our video game reflexes to shoot enemies they tested it on and I seen that it was interesting that I felt no guilt they are on a ship full of these people that were being trained to go after enemies and I had plans on not only making it through bringing my friends with me I think Charlie was there there was an actor from The Magicians really need scene about blocking and defending it was a nice black guy who warned me about naked people fell asleep after one of the things and a closet if you want to call it that I was just bored
Actually, the song was “New Divide” by Linkin Park and it was the theme song to this TV show. It was a space theme, but the interior of the ship I was on looked like stock Unity assets.
The first scene I remember was stepping onto a platform and I was wearing a baggy gray/blue jumpsuit. Some other people were directing me to stand still – they opened up the back of my suit to get to some device embedded into my back. The people around me added another device to the one I had and it hacked it to somehow hack my brain and it was able to control me.
I remember people in uniforms holding guns running around a corner and I had to shoot them like a video game. They disappeared and numbers came out when I shot them. The people around me made some adjustments and the scene happened again, but some of the people were real. I gave in to the automatic shooting movements and shot and killed the real people. The people around me smiled and said I did a great job. I mentioned to them I liked the fact the hack took away any guilt I’d normally have in this situation. I really felt no guilt or anything really – it was like playing a video game – how often do you feel bad about killing enemies then? I also said these things as a way of putting myself on THEIR level. Make friends with your enemies and authority so they don’t look down on you and are less likely to hurt you.
I was one of many on this ship. I felt I wasn’t there on purpose – like I was kidnapped or something and was making the most of it to eventually escape.
The embedded device was something immersive video game related and everyone participating on the ship had this device, but only the earliest version – so I saw many classmates later because we all tried out the technology as part of our studies.
I remember randomly crawling halfway into a storage compartment because I was bored and I was trying to make people laugh. I said, “This is a nice area to take a nap!” My voice sounded different because of the shape of the space. Some other participant that was friendly and about 10 years older than me crawled all the way into the compartment and laid down and agreed with me. I laid my head on his stomach and we talked about what was going on. He had been their longer and said each test would be harder and they eliminate those who score low or fight the hack – part of testing this involved using anything to emotionally arouse or distract participants – like nudity and whatnot. I laughed saying that I’ve used the internet since I was a kid and that random nudity/sex/etc. is something that shows up all the time. I think I could catch what is going on and ignore it and win those rounds.
The same guy sat near me on some bleachers in a large room as we watched the participants that have been there longer working on a theater performance. It looked like a scene from some 1930s movie with dancing and people in the back with large props and a jazzy singer at a microphone at the front. The director said “CUT!” and I was curious to who it was. It was the actor from The Magicians and I thought, “That’s great! I like his acting and his character on that show.” (I tend to like characters who are ass hole-y, but in the end care the most about those around them, even strangers). I remember seeing Charlie* in a group milling about.
The next part is hard to explain in text since it was the guy behind me VO-ing over the scenes I was watching. It’s kinda how I picture my memories – as some edited piece of film. He told me to pay attention to EVERYTHING. Sometimes the smallest detail could save me in one of the trials. The actors began practicing a fight scene where one guy had only a towel to defend himself. The scenes I saw showed people blocking my view of the actor, then moving based on what he said as he figured out the blocking on stage. Then, the character twisted his towel and used it to block a blow to his face. The guy behind me thought this was about fighting and training. I said it was all about blocking.
Note: This “different types of blocking” theme is actually from waking life. Last semester, I thought it would be neat to make a story/film that looks at how film terms can mean different things. It was also related to something with Warren* which is probably why he showed up later.
So I woke up and recorded the voice notes at this point. I wanted to watch more of this TV show and did, but the scenes weren’t very entertaining.
Went back to sleep…
I remember being in a food line that went around in a zig-zag pattern. Tammi* and Warren* were about 4 people behind me. Warren was making friends and, even though he’s super friendly, I wondered if he had a similar plan to mine. One of the other people kept saying Tammi and Warren were together romantically. Tammi blushed and said they weren’t, but the way she said it made it seem like if they weren’t she wished they were. I like Warren, but I’ve always thought romantic or friend relationship, Tammi and Warren need to stay in SOME kind of relationship because they need each other’s support. I thought maybe she was trying to deny their closeness was because it could be used against them.
I remember being in a small lodging room with a window that looked into space. I walked around, looking at things in the room – there was a phonebook with a scrapbook under it. I would have looked at the scrapbook, but there was another participant resting in the room. He was talking about how some of the trails have Hentai and if I knew what that meant. I wasn’t sure what he was hinting at, but I said that the technology takes memories from our minds, so at least one participant probably watches it.
I’m not sure if this was the same series, but I remember an elevator and floor leveling system. I had gotten to Floor 5 safely but ended up back on Floor 1. Usually, “Explorers” start here and look everywhere and collect fruit needed by the time they get the letter saying they need to collect fruit to get to a higher floor. I was replaying, so I went for the letter and had to look around for something and had no idea where it was. This was while some new storm element was added, making it a timed event.
I saw two participants while looking through large rooms with stacked cardboard boxes near large cargo doors. I haven’t seen them in months. They claimed they just started and I said, “In case you didn’t know, it’s May.” They actually didn’t have any memory of the past few months.
Kinda dream scene:
It wasn’t a full dream, but part of the technology involved gloves that either make your emotion more positive, more depressed or no emotion at all.
* Names were changed
I’m writing this weeks after I dreamed it, so here goes…
In waking life, I had just bought a PSVR, but I hadn’t set it up, yet.
I remember being in a house and knowing it was some new VR technology where the AI gets used to the neural pathways of the player (like that one Black Mirror episode) and the characters and environments get more realistic as time goes on. I remember tips about shooting and was a little prepared. I could hear the researchers in the room as I played.
The first few enemies looked like old-school 3D games like Resident Evil 4 and were easy to shoot. I remember thinking I could see old-school 3D pistols, but it felt like Vive hand controllers. I remember that the end of the level had a boss (this one was some middle-aged heavy-set blond lady) that someone in the lab said everyone fails and gets killed by her. I used a virtual wall to take cover – something other players don’t usually do because they don’t think about the environment in a 3D way at first – and defeated her.
I went through the house and into a kitchen with white cabinets and a hardwood floor. I was so concerned about shooting my enemies, I didn’t explore as much as I would normally. I did open one cabinet (similar action and feeling to a Vive) just to see if I could and there were supplies. Each level featured new characters with different actions. It started with shooting standing people, then moving people who shot back, then characters who would take strategic cover. Each new level had more detailed characters as well and they looked like real people eventually. Even my weapons were becoming more lifelike in weight and feel.
I went to the basement and there was a new character. I threw a grenade that I crafted with the materials in the cabinets and drawers at him, but it missed and bounced near the stairs. The character went over and poured a 5-gallon jug of gasoline on it and near me and lit a match. I didn’t think I could hit the moving character, so I shot the bomb to make it explode. I was too close and the explosion burnt my left arm. It BURNED and left blisters. I thought it was so awesome that the game was so well designed, I could feel injuries!
Later, I remember different people and crowds and I couldn’t tell if I was still in the dream. I no longer heard the people in the lab, but I remember an “Agent” character that might have been a “Man in Black” that I was for sure was an enemy in the dream. He reached for his gun and I got up and shot him…but not really. The guy was taking out a cell phone and I was pointing an invisible gun at him. The guy to my right looked at me as if I were crazy.
The coolest thing about this dream was that there were so many game dynamics from leveling, to character types, to looting and crafting, etc. It needed a plot, though.
Yesterday, I played and accomplished a lot in Watchdogs, played a little of Game of Thrones (I’m looking at the decision trees), and watched some Last of Us playthrough videos.
I remember my friend Jenn having a trip and a room booked on a cruise (small boat, like a commuter version), but she couldn’t go. She offered the ticket to me as long as I delivered her stuff.
In a later dream, it happened again, but she didn’t have a room. I was frustrated because I had no place to store her stuff safely for the three-hour trip. I found a common sink and wrapped up her things – including these beautiful dark blue glass glasses – hoping they didn’t look like things to steal and put them underneath. I charged my phone and found an old flip phone, but didn’t have the right charger for it. A stranger had one and offered it.
I remember visiting my parents and parking right outside of their open garage, but had my lights off. I honked. I remember turning my lights on and saw I almost hit some tall red display cart.
I put my car in reverse to back up, but couldn’t park my car (a button). I woke up getting frustrated that it’s like when I can’t dial 9-1-1 in dreams. Buttons don’t seem to work.
I remember a dream game that had characters (not animated) in a team that reminded me a little of Team Fortress 2. I heard Overwatch is similar, but I haven’t played that, yet. For some reason, the females, like myself, chose normal-sized and normal-looking humans. One girl was way more promiscuous than the rest of us and I actually complimented her on her confidence, despite her constant want for all the women to show more skin.
I remember we were all trying to go over plans and introduce each other in a small dorm room. I found a gold-plated badge with a player’s ID number and knew the two letters were the initials of the player. I asked if anyone’s real name had the initials, “G as in Gregory and H as in……Hotel?”
There was a part where each person got some kind of ring that gave them powers. A tall lanky character said, “The rings have puzzlers, I tell you!” and another character commented how it made them feel “royal.” The big, muscular character explained, “In all my years of casting rings, I have never seen rings form to each finger automatically. They appear to be magic.”
I remember the winners on my runs were always the survivors – not the best players or leaders, but we won by default. The teams I was on (and often led) tended to be raunchy, chaotic, and immature. My leading style in the game was so laisez-faire that I remember pairing up with a guy who would make inappropriate jokes, but never really reprimanded him – I would just tell people to ignore him.
I saw a glimpse of Charlie’s* “world” (as I called it). He had a better team and was a better leader. The pair was of two professional women and the whole team would survive and the “winners” were based on points and leadership.
There was a scene where I was in a uniform/light-weight armor of some sort and running through a grassy environment near Charlie and we had our IDs in text above our heads. I tried to remember his, knowing it was a dream game, hoping I’d remember when I was awake.
It was 108CS4042…. something (it might have been 109 and the number and initials have been changed to protect the identity this Charlie is based on). The numbers following the initials I don’t think were relevant data, but I remembered them because they were near Charlie’s football jersey number, 41. I’m not sure what the first three numbers stood for, if anything.
I remember talking to someone dressed like the main character on Watchdogs and I remember considering the guy a trustworthy acquaintance, despite having people – as well as the federal government – after him.
We were on a city street at twilight just outside a building with a digital billboard and a camera to the right. I thought he was gutsy for standing outside a camera like that, but it wasn’t his face that was being tracked. He hacked things with his phone – with apps that would be cumbersome to load on burner phones – so the SID was tracked instead. He had an app that would warn him when his SID triggered an alarm, so he would have to go into airplane mode and leave the area.
I thought about asking him about that app the next time.
When I woke up, I thought that would be an interesting way to track people who can’t do their activities on burner phones. Facial recognition can be fooled, SIDs probably can as well, but limiting the ability to use a communication device would be a smart way for law enforcement to deter some crimes.
I remember “investigating” Charlie* – trying to get usernames or something – and found a profile with his info on a Russian website. I only knew it was Russian from the .ru at the end of the address.
I was looking into this at “work” (in my dream, it was at what I called my “old” job). Charlie worked there as well in another department. Someone in his department was testing some expandable turret, but it didn’t have enough room in the hall. The room I was in had an angled, but higher ceiling, so I invited them in to test it there.
During the test, the one guy wanted me to look up something on my computer and went over to look at the results before I even got that far. I started getting nervous because I had all this info about Charlie on the screen. I tried to switch screens, go back, SOMETHING…but…buttons don’t work in dreams.
* Name has been changed