The beginning dreams have less detail, now, but I remember playing someone else’s “dream games” (dream versions of video games). My complaint was how there wasn’t a huge difference in gameplay between them. They all had those “chest-high walls” (as Markiplier made a comment with The Last of Us) and I said each game was broken into three parts.
The first part was the part where you learn the skills and limitations of the enemy. Through trial and error and multiple deaths, you test if you can outrun the enemy, how the weapons work, whether the enemy can sense you when you’re crouched behind a barrier, do they sneak up on you or do they run at you aggressively. The second and third parts increased tension, but they were easier to get through because of earlier knowledge.
These were right before I woke up and took more thinking and strategy, so they had more detail and are easier to remember.
I remember the scenario involved three post-war (it basically removed the federal and state governments) factions. I thought the fact they fought each other was stupid because they all agreed on 60 percent or more about how to rebuild society. One faction was primarily black, which was only important because I played a version of myself (a white female).
I didn’t really align with one faction. I spent time sneaking around freeing captured people and delivering secret messages between groups.
The scene I remember was being in a large building with white walls and doors and had staircases. It reminded me of a statehouse or some other place that was previously built for government work. I sneaked into a set of double doors where one was partly open. There were two captured guys in camo uniforms sitting in old chairs with their hands bound behind their backs and gagged with a cloth tied around their heads.
I thought untying them and leading them through the hallway would be hard to evade detection, but the other set of doors going outside was locked from the other side and I couldn’t see who was outside. I left and snuck to a set of doors that went outside across from a staircase. I don’t know where I got these items, but I put on gloves and a motorcycle helmet to conceal the fact I was white (the “black” team were loading supplies outside, but I don’t know if they were the ones in control within the building). I put the helmet on as I walked out because I thought it would be suspicious to already have a helmet on leaving the building.
I left and went to an area I thought had a motorcycle, but ended up having occupied golf carts. I went to unlock the doors to the prisoner room, but when I opened the doors, the prisoners were gone and the double doors were opened differently than I left them.
The last thing I remember was going up a flight of stairs crouched down and seeing flashes behind the doors of another room. I thought it was someone watching something on a TV (it was loud and playing some ad). I remember the floor was polished marble and I was frustrated because of the lack of “chest-high walls.”
The second “anti-war” dream was a simple one where I was in a house (with a carport) with a cat and I looked outside and a snow storm was starting. There was already 1-2 inches and visibility was low. I saw two cats far apart from each other freezing and looking at me.
I opened my door and the closest one came in and I motioned to the second one like, “Yeah, you, too!” and it came. Once the second cat came over, the first hissed and hit it at the door. I said, “Hey! I’m saving you BOTH from freezing and starving to death. Why are you fighting????”
I remember some random scenes of troughs made with cement, sprayed with graffiti, and five large black rubber conduits in a warehouse. I thought they looked large enough to crawl through. This was related to “open” and “closed” information – I’m not sure what this meant, but realized the order/pattern the information was received as a message in itself.
I remember a scene where I had to go to a meeting or class in a rehabbed warehouse. The parking lot was faded and weeds had grown through the cracks. There was a swing ride that looked similar to the Cedar Point ride that killed someone recently. The swings went off to the side, right over the path I needed to take. I watched the pattern and was able to safely run to the building. The ride was turned off and abandoned later in the dream.
There was a scene in a rehabbed building – it had high ceilings and open room configurations. The walls were painted gray. I remember looking around and finding a “clue” under the bed. The floor was covered in tile and one tile was an album cover of some sort.
I remember giving a classmate (10+ years older than me with a young personality, no one I know in waking life) a ride in a hybrid car across a small section of the lot. I drove it horribly. When I parked outside of the warehouse, we talked about how we were about to start a four-week class.
I remember a scene in a class and our team was led (by automatic choice) by a coworker from waking life that I always admire for her leadership skills and how she steps into that position because she knows what she’s doing. We were drawing scenes on large post-its (that we use in waking life). I remember wanting to make the flooring in my scene look better. There was a part where I was rehanging my post-it, but it was against the window and was the kind without the sticky part. Instead, there were these plastic “pins” that could be inserted into rubber holes installed in the window ledge to hold the paper up. I thought it was a neat design.
Later, the room was filled for an orientation. It was going on either 1 or 2 p.m. (the clocks were all different). I hadn’t had lunch and wondered if it was too early to leave. There was a large box of four-packs of pudding things, but each serving was over 300 calories. I didn’t want to eat just one pudding thing for lunch. I later found a “front desk” area with some kind of large candy and a basket with Kellogg’s crisps (strawberry flavor). I picked up the candy, thinking about trading the pudding for it, but also thinking there isn’t anything saying I have to pick just one thing, so I thought about taking one of each. That’s when some woman who worked there asked what I was trading and I said the pudding for the candy.
I joined in some line to finish paperwork – I remember a small restroom on the right. The line went around and down some stairs. I was worried that I didn’t have enough information to finish the paperwork, so I got out of the line and let the less patient guy in a red shirt behind me go ahead.
Before I go to bed, I thought I write down the strange game from my dream last night.
I remember the game having a set up where I had a guide to follow while looking for clues and puzzle pieces. The problem was that the guide would get pissed off if you didn’t pay enough attention to him and he’d become an enemy the character would have to avoid and hide from.
There was a scene where I had to read a note posted on a window – I think part of it was in Latin – while keeping the guide in my field of vision. I had to read the note without looking directly at it. I don’t remember what it said.
The guide was a guy my age. He wore faded jeans.
I remember working as an ice cream food cart vendor outside of the Nestor Hall arch at Columbus State. I remember the cart shaking if I left it on too long. The cart got popular around dusk and I remember one guy wanted everything chocolate. I asked him if he wanted to be “chocolated out” and planned to combine chocolate flavors together. I was also filling an order for a lady and her son. She got mad because she didn’t realize I was making both at the same time.
There was a scene in a restaurant where the Vlogbrothers from YouTube were making ice cream. Hank made a chunk of ice cream/dough stuff while explaining the science behind it. He had yellow and blue dye and I thought it would turn green, but it turned blue instead.
I remember later busing tables in the restaurant, which I later said was Applebee’s, but I’m not sure it was. Charlie* was there, also working, and told me something I don’t remember now. I think the restaurant jobs were a cover for something else.
Note about the restaurant: The scene with Charlie happened before. I didn’t write it down because it wasn’t more than a few minutes and I don’t remember the message at that time either, but there is a recurring dream that involves him working at a restaurant like Applebee’s or O’Charley’s (maybe it’s my subconscious playing with the nickname?). I went to Applebee’s today and it wasn’t the Applebee’s near me, but I looked it up on Google and the dreams were DEFINITELY Applebee’s (the lamps are different in other restaurants and some matched the stained glass bird/flower design; also, the dreams always had tables next to the dividers with thick walls/sometimes windows and the dividers were at the right height).
* Name was changed
I remember dreaming that I was staying someplace with my mom and she kept trying to wake me up to have me watch the breaking news about an earthquake. It wasn’t even that big of an earthquake. I remember seeing a news graphic drawing a line through just north of the Canadian border near Vancouver.
Note: This is censored more than normal to protect people’s privacy.
I remember watching a news segment way after the fact about an event on the campus I work at. The reporters interviewed a guy at a buyback/bookseller tent at the southwest corner of the park across the street and I got excited when I saw my office building behind he guy.
It was pouring rain and I remembered going to work that day laughing at the fact there was an event where people dressed in dresses and other clothing from the 1800s only to cover them up with modern jackets and coats, holding modern umbrellas. I kept expecting me to walk by in the shot, but they cut before that.
I remember being on campus after the rain and speaking with a character. I was showing off the campus, but it changed to a completely different campus and street. I pointed to an area that had dumpsters, construction equipment, and old things just thrown there for storage. Behind it was a stone wall because the land jutted up a story and there was a road above. It was a place people would go for secret conversations, drug deals, etc. because it’s usually ignored and partly hidden.
I told the character that the university had to add a tag to some library book sensors because new regulations. The tag said it contained radioactive materials. I partly thought it was a tactic to keep people from going there, but laughed because it was only 0.4 microsieverts per hour, so not as dangerous as they make it out to be. (Note: I think you get more exposure to ionizing radiation on a commercial flight.)
Later, we went looking for a computer in a library. I couldn’t understand why the character wanted to go there when my office building had a library that was nicer. (In waking life, there isn’t a library in my building.)
We got to a strange elevator and he got in and sent me a message through some dumbwaiter thing. One piece of paper was receipt paper showing results about something and another message was an explanation about how he had to take the job to be a MANTEE. I thought, “It’s just like the government to use an acronym for a position.” I pictured it to be something in “clean up” whatever that means, but it meant transferring to another part of the country. The message appeared to be something he felt guilty about, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have a reason to judge him.
One paper had a written date: 9/22 – I don’t remember the year.