I remember scenes from a videogame-like game that had something to do with an interior of a large spacecraft. There were different levels (heights) and I remember trying to do something to win and failing.
I was in a store – like a Walmart, but not. I remember being in that store in other dreams, but not in waking life. I was looking for placemats for my kitchen table – blue and white ones. They weren’t normal ones but rounded square paper ones. There was a cute guy in the aisle looking for something and we talked, but I can’t remember what we talked about. I remember the music was really loud for that aisle and was some 1960s/1970s song.
I went to the next aisle and Charlie* was there. We chatted and I said how interesting that the music was blaring in the aisle next to us, but this one was quiet.
Later, I remember trying to check out before the store closed.
The only thing I remember was that one of the characters wrote “J.D.” on EVERYTHING. I’m pretty sure the first name was Joe and I think the second name was Darling, but I have trouble with names. This dream was the first one I forgot. Luckily, I wrote it down when I woke up. I’ll probably
I’ll probably use this last dream in a story.
In my dream, this song was in my head, but it was loud and actually sounded better and more upbeat than this. There was a part where I didn’t know the lyrics and realized I was dreaming when I made the guy slur the lyrics.
I have been playing Uncharted 3 recently as well as thinking about how some of the cinematography techniques could be used with 360 video and it ended up in my dream as a 3D/virtual reality version of the hanging train scenes from Uncharted 2. It was AWESOME. I could watch pieces of train fall at me, then look down to watch them fall below me. I was trying to figure out how to make this scene when I woke up.
I remember trying to sleep in a new apartment. My furniture wasn’t there, yet, so I was sleeping on the only thing I had – my couch. The apartment was on an upper floor of a city building. It was converted from some office because the door was a window door with an office lock. I remember trying to sleep, thinking about how similar the windows were to my old apartment, but this one had three windows instead of one. A neighbor started blasting some song and I tried to ignore it since it was the weekend. I thought, “Did I lock my door?” Then thought, “No one is going to just walk in…oh, wait, I would.” So I got up to lock the door.
The kitchen area was created out of the reception desk and was the opposite of my old apartment. The door was across from it, facing into an alcove instead of straight into the hall like my old apartment. I opened the door to check the areas in which I’d be visible to someone in the main hall. My neighbor had a solid white door and I thought I’d ask my landlord for one of those. To my left, there was a public restroom and drinking fountain. This apartment reminded me of an apartment I lived in in another dream.
This dream started out with my mom and I visiting some old lady, but I felt as if we were being held there instead of visiting. I remember being mad that someone took a whole can of my energy drink because I brought it and wanted it.
I looked out the window and the view was of a back parking lot area surrounded by one-story business buildings. In the center, there was a huge crater/pothole with a “tiny village” in it. It looked like a recreation of some old German town, but the buildings were like big dollhouse size.
Later, I found myself in the same location, but the crater was a pond with ducks and rare birds. My mom kept trying to get me to look at some black bird with a white tuft that looked invisible when in the water. Someone called it a Jack-bird or something.
This turned into me watching a standup by a local news reporter reporting on the rare birds. Once they finished, I heard in my earpiece (I guess I was part of the news team?) a conversation asking if the reporter was finished. Since she was, men around the pond started gathering the birds – most were limp (either dead or sleep). They told me the business was moving, but it sounded like they were out to kill the birds. I rushed over and grabbed a white goose – it looked like the Aflac one and tried to steal it to rescue it. I thought I could keep it as a pet if it was still alive – I never checked if it was breathing. A lady I knew from the business looked at me weird holding a goose when she was letting in a cleaning crew. I snuck around the back of the building to avoid more run ins with the staff and the same girl exited the building just as I was passing. She never said anything about the goose, but I made it around to my car – some rental that was a dark gray four-door sedan. I put it in the back seat and remembered looking at the buildings thinking the place has changed a lot over the last few years.
I remember a scene where I was riding a motorcycle eastbound on OH-316 in my hometown and stopped just past the street that runs toward my parents’ house. I was thinking about a way or road through halfway up the road that would meet up with Route 23.
I remember being in a Speedway restroom and later going to a different one in town, closer to the work event in my dream.
I remember being at the work event in formal attire. Later, I remember singing along with Sara Bareilles’ “Love Song,” but I abruptly stopped when the host of the event came in and said we were going out of business and that it would be our last event like this. Since most of the people were required to attend, she said there was no reason to keep us. I planned to stay, but I woke up right after she said that because my alarm went off.
This song played on a radio in a recent dream. I thought it was from hearing it earlier in the day, but now, I wonder if it was from a Shades of Blue promo because that show has Ray Leota, who played a character in another dream.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence”