I remember hiding in a house similar to the one I live in during waking life. I can’t remember who I was hiding from. There was a scene where a purple circular tablet thing was in my food in my fridge. A friend found it and I took it and looked at it. I threw it on the ground before it exploded. It wasn’t a big explosion, but it would have numbed my hand and possibly be fatal if I swallowed it.
The blinds are like the ones in my house in waking life where they don’t cover the whole window. A person in the house trying to help me hide put t-shirts up as curtains (this referenced my friend who did this and his wife posted it to FB), however, it didn’t cover the entire window. I remember looking through the open areas and seeing a group of guys in uniform busting into a neighbor’s house looking-for-the-Boston-Bomber style. They had weird large helmets with “MP” on the front. I thought they were looking for me.
I rushed to another room where there was another set of MPs, but they didn’t seem interested in me so I assumed they weren’t after me. I found Tim* on an old cordless phone and I kept trying to tell him about the other MPs and he kept turning away to talk on the phone.
In another part, some “agent” that was helping me out came by before a formal inspection of some sort. There was plaster, plastic from a Muscle Milk cap, and other messy stuff on the floor. She told me I’d need to clean before the inspection. I thought I could easily sweep it all into a dustpan so I said it was no problem.
Later, my upstairs neighbors and their friend who, in waking life, I never got his name, so I call him the “Blond Raven” came down for my birthday party. The girl gave me weird meat – I think it was rotten. The guy and the Blond Raven helped bake pumpkin muffins. I got frustrated afterward because I still didn’t know the Blond Raven’s name.
There was another scene that took place in a rural town where I was telling some guy about how I have always had issues with seeing distance. I can see depth, but my brain likes to compress depth, making it flatter the farther something is. It creates issues with hills because the hill looks taller and steeper than it really is when I look at it head on.
I also remember a scene in a cafe and I had a towel over my head. A staff member saw me and said, “Heather, right?” and then named off something this “Heather” would order. All I can remember is lemonade. I was in a weird mood and corrected her and said, “Everyone keeps calling me Heather, I should change my name.”
I think being sore, drinking water before going to bed, and worrying about driving on ice in the morning made me have lots of dreams.
This was a weird dream where Google and SpaceX were teaming up to create what they called “propulsion suits.” They looked like fitted gray suits normally, but they inflate and allow the wearer to float and fly up (not far). Instead of a balloon, the wearer looks like they are wearing a fake muscle suit, which allows for mobility. One neat detail was that, unlike Iron Man movies that show him often in a vertical position, the creators of this suit explained they work best in a lying position. The guy demoed this by diving into a float/hover. The suits were not only for space but to be a backup for parachutes. There was a device that would inflate the suit at a certain altitude and slow the fall of someone free falling, making it even help when the wearer was unconscious.
I later told a friend about them and try to explain that with the suit I’d be able to jump/float to the top of the event tent we were in. It was a two-story tent with red and white stripes. I also said it would have been more impressive if there weren’t things already floating in the air (this should have made me realize I was dreaming).
I remember being at home, but there was a ranch house in the back yard further up the hill. It was a half-lucid dream and I told myself to look for the house when I woke up. I couldn’t remember if it was real or not. My upstairs neighbors moved into it, but part of it was broken.
For some reason, they leaned two boards against an open window to create a place to roll something inside. They ended up driving a car up the “tracks,” they moved and the car hit and broke a window. One of the neighbors was in the house and looked outside.
I walked outside and a maroon PT cruiser pulled up and parked near the laundry area. The downstairs neighbor’s mom came out of the car.
I walked with her toward the east and instead of a hill, the land was flat and my porch was HUGE.
Kids were walking around in Halloween costumes and I asked, “Is it near Halloween?” and she shook her head.
Eventually, I remember a scene where a boy (who was old enough should have understood this crap already) said his school hasn’t taught how to break dollars into change and asked how many nickels in a dollar, etc. I explained the best way to start visualizing it was 100 pennies in a dollar. That’s 10 rows of 10 pennies. For a quarter, you want to half it, then half it again. For a dime, it’s one row of 10 and a nickel is half that. It sounds complicated, but I wanted to teach it visually, not using written numbers.
I remember having to drive on roads that were becoming icy, facing the sun and not being able to see.
I ended up on a city street in a poorer part of a city. It wasn’t dangerous, but it was a very poor area. I had a plastic bag of quarters and I was going to donate it to a school, but some poor guys walked by. I got lost looking for the school and just handed out the quarters to the poor people. A cop came over and said it was illegal without a permit. I didn’t understand how that kind of kindness could be illegal.
I remember a scene later when I finally found the school. They wanted information and I had forgotten the materials with that number. I found an ID card of sorts the woman at the desk said could work, but most people can’t find the Roman numeral she would need. I looked around and chose the number that showed the most: 6. Then I saw the “V” at the center top and said, “Wait, wait! Five!!!!”
I remember being in an audience with my parents watching some movie on a flat screen. The movie was called “Do” (as in “Do this” “Do that”) and was a long-awaited sequel to a movie that came out in 2009.
Someone made a lot of noise talking while finding their seat, so I paused the movie. When I played it again, I blanked out, then came back and I couldn’t understand why the screen was down the way. My mom said it was because I paused the movie and it’s taking forever to load now. There was a loading bar on the TV.
My mom and I decided to go to the restroom. While we were gone, my dad left to go to the lobby and “rant about France.” I was pissed because when we went back, people took our seats!
I also got mad because the family that took our seats had kids playing with large inflatable balls that made noises when bouncing off things. I said, I shouldn’t have to watch a movie with that sound in the background until I have kids myself!
I drank about 120 mg of caffeine (a half an energy drink, equivalent to a little over a cup of coffee) within an hour before going to bed, so my bladder was full while sleeping. Add on sore arms from working out with heavy weights, and I actually remembered some dreams…
I remember some tractor-trailer with bold, sans serif letters saying “WHORES.” I wondered why it was that word, then realized it was more memorable than say, “STEAK” or something else random. I think it was from a presentation I’m working on where I’m referencing They Live because it was the same font.
This was a long one…
I remember going with female friends to some place that was in a large room on an upper floor. It felt like a casino with dark carpet and weird designs and blinking lights. Some were wearing Halloween costumes and I said I should have dressed up. (Note: Athens Halloween was last night and I decided not to go.)
We sat down at a row of small tables that built part of a large rectangle. I noticed another area where some old coworkers were sitting, including Axel*, and said, “I feel I should be sitting over there…” That’s when all the old coworkers moved to our area. Some had kids in strollers, so I helped move tables and chairs out for them and cleared an area to sit between the two groups.
Once I was ready to sit down, some girl grabs my chair as she is about to sit there. The only other place open was across the way, on the end with people I didn’t know. I said, “Hey, I worked to clear this area so that I could sit here.” She looked sad and left. I sat down and realized five friends in her clique were there, so I told her she could have the seat. I ended up sitting next to an eccentric, but nice girl with blond hair.
Somehow, this environment changed to white walls and lots of marble. It reminded me of a bank headquarters. Two guys said their titles and introduced themselves. I couldn’t see them behind a bend in the wall. They explained that we would need to evacuate the building.
Everyone started panicking and running toward the stairs and elevators. A lot of the people were British. I was concerned because I knew panicking people were going to be worse than whatever we were evacuating for. I slowly went to the elevators after the initial chaos and noticed a lot of blood.
In waking life, I’m more likely to wait during evacuations and get others out safely. However, this time, I looked over to the people needing help at the elevator and there were severed limbs and one person was obviously dead from blood loss, but others were trying to get them to wake up.
I ended up trying to find a way down and there were scenes where the area was cleared out that I traveled across it by sliding on the newly waxed floor. I was about to take an elevator when I noticed two men. One guy was short and reminded me of Neil Patrick Harris in a way. The taller guy went on to another room and the short guy had a large traveling chest. For some reason, I REALLY didn’t trust him.
I acted like I wasn’t REALLY going for the elevator, but I must have been too obvious because he later made it understood that he knew I didn’t trust him. He did, however, give me a piece of chocolate fudge (In waking life, I bought fudge two days ago.) As I ate it, I questioned if it could be laced with poison.
There was a scene where I talked about the dismembered limbs that I saw near the elevator and people became super emotional. I apologized and said I was a bit desensitized and forgot how it affected others. Then stupidly mentioned how we thought the limbs’ owner was decapitated and the people freaked out again.
A large group of us ended up living in a large lobby with steps that went down to glass doors and windows looking onto a city street. I decided to go out there and try to get to where I called “home” in the dream. I found out that we had been living there for three months and I was surprised our food didn’t run out earlier.
As I walked down the street, it was abandoned. There were crashed cars and burnt houses. What wasn’t burnt or damaged was wrapped (or “packed” as I called it in the dream) in thick mostly opaque plastic. There were white plastic zippers keeping parts of it together.
It was dark and I couldn’t figure out if it was sunrise or sunset, but later found that it was due to low clouds. I felt I shouldn’t be out in the dark, so I made my way back. On the way, I saw a man and also a woman and her daughter walking into town where I was just exploring. They were wearing face masks. All of a sudden, a light blue pickup truck sped out from behind a building on my left, hit the guy and ran into the building beside the bank.
The woman and girl got out of the way, but they continued walking at a relaxed pace as if it were normal.
By the time I got back, I realized it was supposedly a TV show based on a graphic novel. I was playing a character in Season 2 Episode 1 and each episode covers the same three months as witnessed by other characters. Episode 2 was to follow two men in a carpet cleaning business.
* Name has been changed.
I somehow saved a policeman’s life – I think his name was Officer Bowen. I don’t remember how, though. His partner caught up with my dad’s car. My dad was giving me a ride. The cop wanted to hire me for some position or something and asked me a weird question: “What are your fears?” I remember feeling down after some argument with my dad and my dad told him, “That is not the path for her.”
This frustrated me and I spent the rest of the dream trying to track the cop down and tell him I was interested.
I even had a dream inside the dream where I was bait for muggers. I went around with a backpack asking if it belonged to anyone. Some guy with his own backpack walks up and says he wants the backpack. I told him, “but you have your own backpack, this obviously isn’t yours.” He got frustrated and pulled out a gun and pointed at me demanding the backpack.
I rose my hands to show I was unarmed and said, “Are you serious? Can’t you see that there are cops all around?” He looked around and saw cops get out of cars with guns drawn. He started running and I chased after him. Once I caught up with him he turned to point the gun at me and I used my elbow to knock the gun away and fell on him and pinned him to the ground to be arrested.
There was a part of the dream that was lucid and I even told someone I knew it was lucid. However, the detail wasn’t as overwhelming as other lucid dreams I’ve had.
There was a part where a leader of our group was starting a dream for us to “play” and it was labeled with a letter and number – B something. I said, “I hope it’s the Plastic-Packed Houses one again!” and others looked at me weird.
I remember sleeping next to Charlie* in a cool futuristic house. It was so big, we even allowed his parents to stay at the place.
I was still half asleep and felt (which turned to a view from the ceiling) Charlie get up, grab two suitcases, and start putting clothes in them. He later woke me up to get dressed and leave because of aliens were coming or something weird like that. We didn’t wake his parents.
We stopped at some place way early in the morning for food, but the owner – some guy who once served in the military – had a grudge against Charlie. It had something to do with camping or fishing. He tossed/spilled a salmon-colored liquid onto some small window areas in the place and it coated them like paint.
For some reason, I just got so angry and yelled at him for being mean and spilling that crap and that there was no reason to hold a grudge that long. Charlie first watched and passively tried to calm me down, but then let me just go crazy.
I remember being led to a jail-like facility by some police officers. I was in a jumpsuit and handcuffs. I remember thinking what I did was a mistake and I didn’t know it was illegal. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get a decent job after serving time and someone told me that what I did was a misdemeanor, not a felony and that employers ask about felonies.
I remember being worried about being bored. I walked around an open area of the facility and the only things they had for entertainment were board games and LEGOs. I saw that someone peed on the carpet and I had to avoid stepping in it.
* Name has been changed
I guess I’ll put down a little bit of multiple random dreams I remember.
In no particular order:
I remember hanging out with a friend’s family and sitting in the back seat of their small car. Out of nowhere, David* (a new character that looks like a friend from high school that I was wondering a few days ago whatever happened to that guy?) walks up and asks me if I still remember his social security number. I didn’t know why I’d even know that and said no (although I do remember his Ashville telephone number). He said it was ADD-D [letters ] LM-NO. I didn’t understand why his SSN would be letters. He was almost like an observer-character. So if converted to numbers – 144-4 [?]-3456?
Also, sometime in the dream, some guys with assault rifles were shooting at cops from the edge of a forest as the cops tried to talk them down. Behind them, there was some sniper guy that was covered in branches hiding on the ground.
I remember thinking about going to El Vaquero, but decided against it. Instead, I remember getting food from a buffet, but the plates were already made. For some reason, I took broccoli from one plate and noodles from another.
Outside, the “pavement” was made of primary colored weird shaped bricks. They weren’t held into the ground in any way so I fell three times because I had clunky high-heeled shoes on. Had to use a stranger’s car mirror to get up.
I remember being in my apartment and David came to my door and rang the doorbell. I told him I wasn’t dressed for company, but I was really just cleaning up to take the trash out. I felt bed, thinking that this is why my life sucks – I don’t take chances and make the safe decisions. I wondered how my life would have changed had I opened that door.
I remember there was some kind of message or email from Kevin* on the window made with a red window crayon. Somehow the room became a workplace and a co-worker erased the message despite me yelling at her not to erase it.
In another dream, I lived in a dorm room in the same building I worked and a co-worker that didn’t like me trashed my dorm room and put in alcohol (which was forbidden) in there. I remember having to go to some building with blue doors to explain that the things weren’t mine.
*Names have been changed.