Random parts I can still remember:
There was a part where I was part of some graduating class of Marines (I think). We had neat white Marine uniforms and everyone had a hat, but me. I went to go get one and the hats were weird and had to be folded over and before I folded mine, everyone was yelled at for even having hats. They took them off and put them on a table near where we were sitting. I put mine down unfolded so others could tell I wasn’t part of the group originally with hats.
There was a part where I was working in a technology position in what looked like a large high school gym or event space with only windows near the ceiling. There were large TV screens on the wall and our workspaces were open cubicles in circles – 5 to a circle, I think. The computer screens were flatscreens and the computers were PCs. We had a cartoon of some sort (maybe a collective game?) on the TV screen to run in the background as we worked. I thought it was funny how as adults, we worked well with cartoons playing at work.
There was a part where I had a boss and he dressed as Hitler for some reason. I returned some kind of form, turned back to my coworkers and said, “What am I to do when my boss is literally Hitler?”
I tried to start a lucid dream to have stuff to put into a dream story and I imagined my character asking Axel* to tell me a joke I would haven’t had heard so I could post it on Facebook to prove the shared dreaming (a part of the story).
Axel’s character changed into Charlie* dressed in full combat military gear getting annoyed at the task. He made a joke similar to this (I can’t remember the exact wording):
What sound does a terrorist not hear?
My brain is weird, I tell you.
* Names have been changed.
The last dream I remember was super vivid (the last ones always are). I remember searching an area – in Ukraine maybe? – with some other guy. He was older than me and seemed nice enough. We were dressed like soldiers (I even remember having fingerless gloves and wondered about leaving fingerprints), but we were more like journalists who gained access to an area before the military.
We even joked about how we should gather evidence for the investigators. The numbers in this dream correlated with my SSN so I have changed the numbers in this retelling. I remember someone narrating (maybe me) that the area we were in was bombed and so many “terrorists” fled in a way that paved roads that haven’t been seen in two decades are showing through. I moved the rest with my hand as if it were a scale model.
We entered a damaged building and looked around for information and “clues.” I remember seeing a binder with Ukrainian/Russian words which I interpreted as “Housing Prices in Ukraine 1968 to Present.” The guy wasn’t interested. I was because I was curious about how the war affected the housing prices. Plus, what a perfect place to hide info!
There was another binder that was labeled “SMOOTH” and I said I made that one, so we moved on. He opened a drawer and I said that I had kept a three diaries of drawings I wrote in every day (a lie). We found all three and he kept talking about page 4, but I told him to start where the ribbon bookmark was – more like page 23.
The drawings weren’t in my waking lifestyle. The drawings looked as if it told some kind of Christmas story and the guy said it was full of clues like “two doors” and “seven gifts.” One image had many gifts and I asked if he wanted to count to see if it was a multiple of seven.
Then, my alarm woke me up.
I love this idea of numbers and info being hidden this way! It’s like Inception’s safe idea. I might go back and see if this idea appears in other dreams.
I dreamed that I decided to join the Marines – for the fitness and skills. I remember knowing it would be beyond exhausting and painful, but would have awesome results. (I need this kind of motivation to work out in waking life. lol) Charlie*, who was in the Marines previously in the dream, was worried because we both agreed the country was gearing up for war and it would be one of the worst times for me to join if I wanted to avoid a major war.
I was first put in a small group in a room. I think everyone was female, which confused me since I expected a mix of guys and girls or mostly guys. Luckily, they were all pretty awesome people and we all got along, at least partially. The entire time (about a full day), I assumed we were being tested to see how we handled stress. I saw the others as both allies and competitors because social ranking was still up for grabs and gaining a leader position would hopefully make my life easier.
One scene happened after we went to sleep. Someone opened our door and a bird flew in. The bird had blue in it and I later argued with someone whether it was a blue jay or a magpie because they said we were on the West Coast. It flew in the room waking people out of deep sleep and landed on a person’s head. I got up, half asleep, grabbed a broom while telling everyone, “That’s a death omen, by the way” and kindly shooed it back out of the door, through a lighted room, and outside. I think a couple of guys out there were about to kill it, but I shut the door and went back before seeing it killed. I remember later doing something similar with another animal and I was questioned why I’d leave before the animals were killed. I explained that if a war was coming, I’d eventually see enough death and I didn’t need to see it when I had the ability to leave and no way to save the animals anyway. I remember putting the broom back – it was like the one I have in waking life with an angled brush and I remember getting grumpy/frustrated with trying to lean it against the wall to keep it from falling.
There was another scene where I went outside by another door and found a guy sleeping on a cot. He looked like Tom Cruise with stubble. When I woke up, I realized it was “The Teacher” from previous dreams.
Posts where the “The Teacher” appears:
* Name was changed
I remember my dad telling me to invest money with some company right before they started showing signs of failing. I remember letting a chief executive drive me around talking about the company and drove me around their campus. I remember a brown building with windows that appeared black. I had already done the research and saw they were getting bought out, but by an equally risky company. I decided not to invest.
I remember stores were charging for plastic bags and then, to make a higher profit, told baggers to bag as few items per bag as possible. I told Sean and Kara to bring their own bags to save money. I also remember being at Target and finding some awesome small backpacks that came with a children’s book on sale and told them to come look at them. They were bright red and pink.
At this time, I woke up and couldn’t sleep for two hours.
I remember being in a house with a large kitchen (larger than waking life, but similar setup. A large three-part “pipe” (about 2.5 feet in diameter) attached to the ceiling spun around making a weird noise. It then split into the pieces and fell to the ground. One piece disappeared and I started to question if it was a dream. I remember thinking the word, “pipe” to describe the thing and looked up and the ceiling was missing and had nothing but exposed pipes and wires.
I saw old cat food on the floor and realized I hadn’t fed or seen the cat in days and started to freak out that it died. I started looking for it. I was SO happy that was a dream and there was no dead or neglected cat.
I remember looking for a restroom in some themed shop. It looked like the place was made out of logs. Eventually, someone told me the restroom was upstairs and I decided to go somewhere else.
I somehow ended up outside in a lawn chair talking to a character that was getting their hair cut by someone I went to high school with. I waited to see if the girl recognized me, but she didn’t. I remember first wearing a shirt that looked like that “Pirate Shirt” from Seinfeld and then a navy blue t-shirt with holes in my left sleeve. I didn’t want to wear the shirt because of the holes, but I found that it was the “style” of the shirt. Another girl came over to perform cosmetic surgery on the other character, but almost cut into my face. I pushed them away and said, “I don’t want surgery. She does!” The other girl had markings where she was going to be cut in the face, but it looked like mascara streaks. Later, I remember here having both blood and the black stuff dripping from her hand.
I remember house-sitting for a friend. Someone came to the door and knocked. I said, “Who is it?” and then got mad at myself for saying something. They knocked again, so I thought they didn’t hear me. My friend is great with covering windows, so I felt safe that this person couldn’t see me.
I was wrong. One window’s curtains were open enough for the guy to look inside. He looked like a nice guy, but it was creepy. He went back to the front door and I realized I could see through the door near the ground. The guy said he was returning something that belonged to my friend. He put down a bright red toolbox thing. It fell apart. He awkwardly put it back together as if he was trying to hide the fact that it was broken.
I can’t remember the dates, but one of my dreams dealt with sitting in my car outside of the Grove City Best Buy and there was a giant swan squawking and running up to people. I called Sean to tell him how crazy it was and some woman knew the swan and hugged it when it came up.
I wrote this down and called it a goose in my dream, but it was really a swan.
A few days later, I remember a dream taking place in my parent’s place, pre-2004 renovation, half asleep on the couch near the wall asking some guy in a white marine uniform, “What the heck does a goose mean???” He looked at me confusedly before I fell back asleep.
I remember something about being in a classroom, but we didn’t have desks, we were all on an elevated platform. Our instructor was a woman who wore a khaki-green U.S. Marine service uniform (probably from the research I was doing for a story a couple of days ago).
She exhibited inappropriate behavior, but she asked me questions while doing so. I think the inappropriate behavior was to make me remember it better. The questions were about remembering things from the dreams and how it’s easier to remember things that are unique and things that change than things that we are exposed to often. I thought of it as video compression where only the changed pixels are updated while those that don’t are coded in a way that requires fewer data. However, I said that it was the changed areas that are the easiest to remember and information can be hidden or lost as the brain assumes the “unchanged” area remains the same.
Now that I think about it, this is probably due to an idea I had for part of a story I’m working on about dreams and about how we can only remember a certain number of “bits” of information at a time. If we remember these bits at a rate for normal waking consciousness with no issues, how much information is the brain TRYING to remember when time is compressed in dreams? The information would be lost and/or decay rather quickly. This reminded me of the lucid dream where I said that there’s too much to ever remember and I was just looking at a shelf with knickknacks (like a snow globe and some small bust of a president, etc.). This idea was re-enforced by attending a session at a new age/occult festival about Controlled Remote Viewing. The presenter said she once tried to remote view a target, but “there was too much information.”
Outside of this scene, I remember eating at a restaurant/cafeteria table late in the day and the others encouraged me to report the instructor for her behavior. I also wanted to report this one blond chick who reminded me of Janice* from waking life. I called over an officer and just as I was describing Janice, he mentioned her being “found” in some way. The language made it sound as if she was found dead or injured. I felt bad because her misconduct wasn’t really bad enough to warrant violence.
* Name was changed