I don’t have time to write these out, but here are some notes so I don’t forget to maybe add them to a story I started.
Some dream where I wandered into a “farm” like area with a sign that it was the [can’t remember the first name] C. Smart Center. A guy with bandages on his head came in, closing the gate as if he were keeping something dangerous out. He looked relieved he wasn’t alone and said something about it, but said he was glad he wasn’t the only one sick. I got angry and confused and argued with him I wandered in. I wasn’t told to be there and if I were sick, it was because I was talking to him (if he was sick) so closely.
I remember passing out fliers that cost $12 for some reason. After I woke up, I realized there was a message on them I should have read and could have read since all the dreams I had that night involved reading.
I remember hearing banging coming from the kitchen. I wasn’t dressed, so I covered up with a towel and went to see what was going on. The back door lock was turning as if someone was struggling with the lock. I thought maybe my landlord needed to enter or something, but the door opened, knocking down the trash bin I have blocking the door and the intruder was some dangerous looking guy with missing front teeth. He seemed dangerous, but I think he was smiling more at the fact he was successful at getting the door open than actually wanting to do harm. He had a little of that “observer” feeling from dreams from years ago.
There was a character that said to me that he was trying shared dreaming and I remember thinking I needed to reach out to him in waking life to tell him it worked. I can’t remember who it was and I’m not about to ask every guy I know.
A lucid dream where I was able to read a sign aloud. The grammar was bad, but the logo looked like a V inside of a V – similar to the Viacom logo, but backward and one V was skinny. It was gold and I keep thinking I’ve seen it on some kind of VHS in the past. Later in that dream, I toured a technology area being run by some Asian company. They said we can look all we want because they’ll erase our memories or block what is secret. It made me wonder why would you even WANT to look at something you’ll know you’ll forget and would you even remember looking at all? Would it be erased memories or would it be like alcohol that prevents memories from even being made?
Going with my story, I questioned if we’d give consent and if we forget giving consent to having our memory erased, would it really be ethical and really be consent? I mean consent in research projects, etc. usually is something you can know you made a decision to do and can change your mind. If you don’t remember giving consent or even remember what you gave consent to, how would that even work? What if what you volunteered to forget is a threat to your life, which you could remedy, but only if you knew the cause and existence of the threat?
I can’t remember the order…
Dream 1
I remember being in a “dream game” designed to look like a city (I’ve been playing Watch Dogs in waking life) that reminded me of a combination of Chicago (from Watch Dogs) and Cleveland (where I went to a conference recently and had to walk and drive through downtown). Part of the dream was in what seemed to be a combination of the lobby of the Wyndham Hotel in Cleveland, the cafe at the Ohio State University’s Ohio Union, and a restaurant/lobby from another dream. It felt like I was at a conference.
There was a part where a security camera video of my dream game avatar choking out a bad guy went viral and people were happy I got rid of the bad guy, but I don’t remember doing it. It was like I had paused to look at my phone “offline” and other programming made my character sneak up on the bad guy while he was ordering food at a counter.
Later, I had to leave and had options, one of which was going to a nearby courtyard, which I thought was a trap and I was going to have to face a gang. I remember avoiding these tall, strange-looking Men in Black “agents.” Like in most dreams they appear in, I didn’t feel they were inherently dangerous or evil, just off-putting and I wanted to avoid them.
I ended up deciding to talk to another type of “agent” – one that seemed like a nice guy my age and was trustworthy. He was good-looking, too. I felt bad, though, because I told him to pick me up at 4:30 p.m. (I think) and I’m surprised he waited for me when I didn’t leave the lobby until 4:45 p.m. He didn’t know where to pick me up, so I had to walk down a block or so (while avoiding the MIB) to get to him.
I woke up around this time and thought, “I have to remember this for my dream journal!” This made the other dreams involve telling people about my dreams.
Dream 2
I remember it being about time travel or a second “run” of a dream where I was tasked with either saving a woman at a BP gas station.or being a witness.
I got there too early, so I went inside the convenience store. I remember thinking it was weird that I stepped DOWN into the store. The store was super dark and for some reason, I thought it was because drug addicts went there and they were sensitive to light or something. I pretended to look for an energy drink at a display.
Later, I remember using the outside restroom. A lot of other travelers were there, including a little older than middle-aged man. For some reason, they were confused they couldn’t open the door. The man tried to and I could see the shadows of him in the light coming from under the door. I mumbled, “Just a minute!” and he started singing, “I’ve gotta pee…”
Later, I thought I had left my cell phone in the restroom, but they turned into stacks of Post-It Notes. I told someone that I knew it was a dream because that explained why the phone turned into Post-It Notes.
Dream 3
I found a string that was like a tough spiderweb band and I pulled on it and it tore a long “crack” in my bedroom ceiling and weakened it enough that the ceiling started to cave in.
I remember being in my parents’ house (pre-2004 renovation) and Charlie* was there talking to a friend of his who was attending college in Toronto and was about to graduate. However, he decided not to go to graduation or couldn’t for some reason. This made Charlie frustrated because he already ordered tickets for a flight and booked a hotel.
This turned into a dream about following my mom across some city after it snowed to a yoga place. I remember jumping and for fun, making the Super Mario jumping sound as I did.
* Name was changed
I remember being in my parents’ house (pre-2004 remodel) and I looked out the window and saw a couple of pitch black tornadoes. There were two others in the house – two guys around my age. I kinda got a stranger or maybe new co-worker vibe from them so they weren’t dangerous or good or anything in particular, just … there, like someone on the street would be.
I told them we are going into the basement and went. I thought maybe I should wait for a tornado warning or look again, but I then decided to act instead of doubting my decision. When I told them to come with me to the basement, it was a “protector” response – I’ll do my own thing, but if I can save people simply by directing them to a safe location, why not?
Once we got to the basement, I walked around exploring. I realized I had dreamed about the same location before – it was an unfinished basement with wood panels and a work table. It was way bigger than the basement from waking life. I remember talking to one of the guys, but I no longer remember what we talked about.
Haha weird one I’ll censor for this blog. However, I vaguely remember a possession by an entity (think Aiden from Beyond: Two Souls) and there was some agent that was telling me that it was necessary for some reason. However, the damn entity would possess me, have me do shit, and then leave at the most awkward times. 😛
This was soon after the last dream and seemed to be part of it. I was part of some program or job and in training or something. I was given small living quarters that was one room with a bed right outside of a shower.
I remember looking up at the light and one time, the ceiling had wires and pipes exposed and the second time, it was an average finished ceiling. However, someone used a dirty shower puff as a decorative light fixture. I made some bad joke about using washcloths to the agent (a different one from the last dream).
I remember thinking it was small, but I was lucky to have my own space. The agent said it was only temporary, but hopefully not too uncomfortable. She had a clipboard. She left the room and I laid down on the bed.
The door opened and shut, letting an adorable cat in. I had a brown plastic bag (from Kroger?) in my hand for some reason. I reached down to pet the cat and it playfully attacked my hand. It peeped up over the rim of the bed and jumped up and rubbed its head against mine. It laid down in front of my face.
I laughed and sat up. I grabbed a nearby photo album – a large, brown binder kind. I flipped through it and the cat sniffed part of it, so I turned to it. I was bored, so I pet the cat and talked to it. I pointed out pictures and explained what was in them.
The photos were 4 x 6 in. cheap prints from a CVS or Walmart and the people in them where high school aged and wearing late 90s clothing. The shots were not framed well, so I think they might have been from one-time-use cameras.
The ones I pointed out was of a marching band, explaining “That’s the flute section” and “That’s the clarinet section.”
There was one of a group of students beside a sign that was partially out of the frame. I explained that it was “Hamilton Township.”
I remember flipping backward through the album and seeing photos of the person who owned the album (I wondered if the plot had me be this person or something). The photos were of her in the ’90s at a high school dances and a prom. She had really curly blond hair and a longer face than I.
I remember being in the kitchen at my parents’ house and they had friends over. One let me unpack a collapsible/mobile weapon that appeared to be made of lightweight white plastic with a clear covering. I remembering making sure I didn’t accidentally pull the trigger while holding the main part of it while assembling it. I thought the lightness of it was neat, but the size of it didn’t seem very functional.
They wanted to go outside and play with the weapons. Instead of the neighbor’s house, there was an open field with targets. I wanted to try the weapons, but I was late for a movie. I knew the movie would suck, but it had been a while since I had seen a movie in a theater, so decided to do that instead.
However, I don’t remember actually seeing the movie.
This dream had a fast decay rate – I felt the memory disappearing as I tried to remember it. All I remember now is sitting in an airport and there was an ad to my right. It was one of those “sail” ads with a curved top. I remember Charlie* being there, behind me, but nothing else.
* Name has been changed.
I dreamed that I had gotten some kind of government job and visited the previous job and my boss from that job brought me into the restroom to talk. She’d only talk to me with the water running and me washing my hands. The new job people injected an RFID chip in my left arm and she thought it could record audio and thought the running water and the hand rubbing would interfere with the audio recording.
#1-
The Creepy Letter E – Part 2. GTA-like game. Washington office. Feeling cold near high-rise windows. Rose*? Elevator. Lobby with brown floor.
#2-
Riding a motorcycle – Orange? Rush to investigate. Free crackers.
#3-
Commercial. Store. Pimp. Two avatars. Spider in shower.
#4-
Sex + Revolution festival in a big city. Fireworks during the day. Graffiti on wall. Blond boyfriend driving backward. Bad traffic. My car. Double decker buses. Watching videos from festival. Adopting a cat. Make me fly. Meeting ended for pizza. 4 not 7 out of order.
#5-
Job at a news agency. OU reinstated a sports award program. The Daily Caller(?) Money lending. Rachel* steals my photo shoot by Ned* in a gray sweater. Printed news. I was so busy that I thought the upcoming conference would be a vacation.
* Name has been changed.