One of the many dreams I had last night was this one:
I remember being in a shelter house with Charlie* and a crowd of people. We were given some kind of welcome or intro and released.
Charlie was having some kind of treatment for a medical problem, and the side effects were weird. He excused himself because of it and told me to go ahead without him. I was disappointed because we planned to do this together, but in the end, it was OK because I like independent guys and can enjoy doing things alone.
He left, and I got in a conversation with an old lady. She said that she was going to blow up the place, and I’d know when because her husband would be on his cell phone. I couldn’t convince her not to blow up the place, which she continued to refer to as “a game,” so I went into the small fair we were at to hunt down her husband. I thought his cell phone was either a detonator or she was waiting for a message from him.
I found him looking at an old flip-phone and tried to convince him not to go through with this, to not kill people. He said they weren’t people, they were polygons in the shapes of people. He was helping to end this because he was “tired of this game.”
The couple started bringing people back into the closed shelter. I was worried Charlie was in there and went in to pull him out to safety. He wasn’t in there, so I left while telling people to not go in.
Charlie was on his way to the shelter house holding souvenirs he won in skill-based games. I was happy that the side effects of his treatment ended up saving his life.
* Name has been changed.
I remember being in some hotel/motel with rooms on the outside and one in the center. The way the rooms worked was that there was a slot with hotel info and the keycards. You claim your room by removing the brochure and use the key card to go inside. The brochure was white with blue ink.
The group I was with pissed off some gang, so they came and started firing automatic weapons. Many of us were in the center room and dropped to the floor. I told everyone to find things (like the mattress) to put against the walls. My thought was that the bullets would go through the walls and the thicker the material they had to go through, the slower they’d get and be less deadly if they go through all the layers.
I remember sneaking out when they were reloading and found a stairwell. I was able to make it to the roof before waking up.
Had a weird dream that terrorists (young, barely adult Middle Eastern men that were raised in poverty without any goals or role models) taking advantage of a nearby bombing through burning coal at us. I kept kicking it back or away from flammable things. One girl’s dress caught fire and she didn’t listen to me when I told her to fall on the fire to smother it, so I had to knock her down to smother it. Others were afraid of the burning coal, but I was like, “They’re going to eventually run out.”
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The dream took place in some flat city.
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.
There was a character with long ears – maybe a rabbit? It had to go through 2D side-scrolling “puzzle” levels similar to things I’ve seen in Super Mario Maker, but all on one screen like old arcade games. The character could jump, grab, push, and duck like Mario to get through the obstacles. On top of that, the character was a bounty hunter trying to take in another character alive, a character that constantly tried to run away and add obstacles. On top of that, on another level, he had to save a girl character who starts out afraid and unmoving to eventually being an equal partner with the main character getting out of the levels.
After waking up, I thought I’d also have the character drop off the bounty and the couple finds a stray dog character that is attracted to high-pitch noises and afraid of low-pitch noises and later find out that the main character can whistle to train the dog to help get them out of levels.
I was explaining to someone how we’d have to worry less about the Valley of the Uncanny in Dream Tech because we can program it so the person’s mind creates the character (covering up any small things that create the repulsion) and/or program it so the person doesn’t care about the weirdness of the AI characters.
I remember a scene in a shop of some sort and I was geeking out over a 35mm film camera that had raised numbers on dials that went together like gears so you could set them to the proper exposure, and when you wanted to change the aperture or shutter speed it updated the other aspect to ensure the same exposure.
I saw in a reflection that I had a bruise on my left cheek. When I looked closer, I saw the numbers from the camera in my cheek. I assumed I was hit in the face with the camera, but I didn’t remember it.
I remember a scene in a hospital and the floors were just waxed. I remember seeing the prints of crutches and tennis shoes.
Later, I used a phone where 1 was for the speaker and 2 went to another desk. I talked to a guy there and asked about some woman named Nancy. He gave me details about how she was, but nothing too detailed. He got suspicious and I told him I was from IT security doing a random test to see if departments were giving out too much information and that they passed the test with flying colors.
I remember being in a college newsroom and hearing that a new Miami Vice was going to be made. I said I’d do something easy like getting college student and staff’s opinion, you know, “Man on the Street” kind of thing.
I was going to go around some offices in an area nearby that was partly under construction. I found a nice empty office with large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked an area where a new building was being built. There was a vanity license plate on the ground that said, “Miami Vice.”
I looked at the office and wondered if I could move into it. In waking life, my office doesn’t have windows. I watched as construction workers in yellow hard hats and plaid shirts and safety vests work on the foundation for the new building. It was flooded from recent rains and muddy.
The worker on the left who was sitting to get to the place he was working on passed out and started snoring instantly. I assumed he had narcolepsy. Even though he was near the water, he was in a safe position. His coworker woke him up and the guy said he was just exhausted. He then passed out again and a tool he was holding fell in the water. He woke up and reached into the water to get his tool and passed out in the water. His coworker looked down and didn’t know anything was wrong until bubbles came up. He grabbed his clothing and arm to turn his face out of the water, but the coworker passed out as well. I ran from the room telling people to get help for the guys outside and that there might be a gas leak. I remember telling an official about why I was there and what I saw.
I remember experiencing/watching some movie based on a YA novel where there were kids with superpowers. Some became a violent group using their powers to scare people and wreck places. One of the “good” main characters named Miguel tried to avoid them in one scene by pretending to be asleep in his van until the gang left.
One of the gangs had a glass pyramid object that glowed blue and was attracted like a magnet to other “finders” (super power kids). The scene was interesting because after messing up a random car, they found the pyramid was glowing and the person with telekinesis had it float toward where it was being pulled. It pulled over to Miguel’s van where there were several other glowing pyramids. They looked in the van, but he wasn’t there. The strong guy pulled off the side of the van, but he wasn’t there either. He was hiding in the car behind the van, but I woke up before the next scene.
I had several false awakenings as well.