I remember being at a huge party and, in one part of the room, there were stacks of books. I found an old-looking cell phone. It was the size and shape of an old ROKR phone from around 2006, but the screen was high-resolution and there were smartphone capabilities and graphics.
I tried to figure out who the phone belonged to from looking at the text messages. I discovered the phone belonged to Ann*, a co-worker/friend in another department in waking life. However, I found out that she was an assassin. Her next target was someone we both knew and she was close friends with.
Ann came over to say hi to me, holding a wine cooler. She was very drunk and appeared to be drinking to avoid thinking about or doing something else. I hid the phone in my sleeve (I was wearing my old black fleece jacket). She was trying to concentrate enough to ask me if I’d like a drink. She was wearing jeans and I remember thinking, she must know her phone is missing… I said no to the drink and she went to go mingle.
I turned back around, planning to plant the phone where I found it and go save the target. Then I thought, why waste energy? I looked through her messages and figured out how to reply to make it seem like the deed was done and replied to the person asking her to kill her friend.
I was on some kind of road trip. I was looking at a map on my phone or GPS and looked at printed out instructions to get to some location. The main street in the city I was in was called “Forward” (or was it Taylor?). I have driven around other cities, so I remember comparing it to the main streets in those places.
I had to take Forward to 22nd street (I think), but I found out that Forward was blocked off with those tall, skinny construction cones. I didn’t realize until I woke up that there was absolutely no traffic or people in the city at that time.
I got closer to these construction cones and assumed it was a marathon or parade (which happens ALL THE TIME here in waking life). I put on the brakes, but was going too fast and hit two of the cones before stopping completely. The brakes were bad and I was on a small incline (the road was like a valley), so my car slowly crept into the middle of the street. I put on the gas and went through, hitting cones, onto the other side. I stopped, planning to walk back and put up the cones.
Before I got out of the car, a couple of “agents” walked up and looked around worriedly for others. One woman spoke into a walkie-talkie. They wore those fluorescent yellow/green road worker vests (see example) over really nice navy blue uniforms. The uniforms were form-fitting with a collar and buttons up the front.
I explained to one of the “officers” that my brakes were bad and I was just about to get out and fix the cones.
I remember having false awakenings after a lucid dream.
In my dream, I remember another character giving away two fluffy dogs in a paper grocery bag. I wondered why she didn’t just put a leash on them. That’s how I realized I was dreaming.
There was a piece of painted wooden furniture that was hinged and opened on the top. I knew there was a lot of old things that belonged to my dream character, but I wanted to see for myself.
I woke up and started several false awakenings.
Eventually, I told myself to relax because it’s the struggle to wake up that’s causing the false awakening loop.
* Name was changed
I remember driving on a highway that was clear of cars. There were two lanes in each direction and this was out in the outskirts of a city with fields on each side.
I saw an ambulance behind me, so I stopped on the right side of the road. There was a cop up ahead to catch speeders. I remember worrying about how fast I was going, but I realized I was driving speed limit before stopping.
The ambulance stopped and I thought maybe I was in the way. I pulled up further into the gravel/soft shoulder.
The ambulance still didn’t move.
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a two-trailer semi-truck with its broad side facing us, taking up the whole street and moving quickly toward us in a strange way. Behind it, there appeared to be a large area of cars “floating” in water. I found out later that it was a tidal wave.
In waking life, if I saw this happening, I’d drive off as fast as I could to avoid the wave (like I did when I was speeding away from a tornado in 2007). However, in this dream, I was like, “Darn. That truck is going to hit me, then push me right into that cop…”
I remember being in a classroom later and on a TV mounted in the room, it showed the wave taking out a roller coaster, but the ride broke in a way that the riders survived. I pointed at it and said to the teacher, “THAT’S why I’m late for class.”
So I remember driving at night in a city. I think I missed the street to turn on and was almost at a dead end that had train tracks (I remember the railroad crossing sign). I was at a weird part of the block where the intersections were close, so I moved up and stopped when I heard ambulance sirens. I was on a bridge with a round white guardrail to my right. I was going to turn left down the next street, but I waited because I saw the ambulance lights flashing in the windows of the brick buildings there.
I remember getting really drowsy as if I were having a sleep attack, but I forced myself awake.
A car pulled up behind me and I thought the driver would just get impatient and drive in the oncoming lane to go around me – hopefully not when the ambulance was turning. I put the car in park and wondered if I should put my blinkers on.
I heard the driver (and maybe the passenger) get out and saw their silhouettes walking toward my car. I put the car in drive and turned down that road on my left and sped away.
Note: I thought in the dream I was around the Washington, D.C. area (I only ever visited the city once, for 6 hours, in waking life) and I found that the guardrails match Washington’s guardrails: See the image from Google Maps/Streetview.
Later, I had three dreams that I kept waking up from, but not all the way. I thought I was dreaming about the work I did in waking life, but it was really false awakenings and the “work” I was doing was from an internship in the dream. It was something where I had to fill in values in an Excel-like table.
I dreamed I was interning at a crime unit in a police station or something. I was given “IT” work to do, but I remembered listening to them talk about a serial killer.
For some reason, we kept our department lights turned off, so the whole dream was lit by computer and TV screens, blinking lights from the large servers we had in the room, and one projection screen. The large room we were in also was in a larger building that was part of a mall-like place. It was near New Years, I think, and my friends and I planned to hang out there after my shift.
They found some information about a Sun_____ (can’t remember the brand name) Systems or something like that. One of the agents (or maybe it was another staff) said they recognized the name, but couldn’t remember where. They did that cheesy thing where they tried to calm him down and have him try to remember where the last time he saw that logo. He still couldn’t remember, but thought that it had something to do with cooling.
One girl got on a computer and looked it up and found that the brand/logo is from a heating/cooling company and their air conditioners are found all over the place – usually in server rooms of big corporations.
The guy said, “That’s right!” and told them he remember seeing it when he worked at an office park in an area nearby.
I was bored and went “exploring” the room and found where one of the people involved killed himself. It was so dark, but I remember walking to the spot (that was supposedly cleaned up) and then looked at the TV on the wall.
It was a news report showing security footage of the guy getting up from his chair, putting a gun to his left temple and blowing his head off. It was really gory and I thought, “Wow, they really showed that on TV?” and then showed the same event from another angle. I started to look away thinking, “I REALLY don’t need dreams about people shooting themselves in the head. I might sleepwalk and I hide things like scissors and razors to avoid accidentally doing stupid things like cutting or shaving my head in my sleep. Imagine if I had a gun.” *Shiver* The news changed to war violence.
I sat down in the office chair – it was cold, almost as if it were wet. For some reason I was thinking, “So this is where the guy was and he stood up – I’m not standing up, too lazy – and shot himself.”
I don’t know why, but I pushed the chair away and sat on the floor – it was colder and obviously wet. I thought it was condensation from the A/C units around me cooling the computers and servers. There was a blue? tarp on the table and I was surprised when I grabbed it how liquid dropped down my hand. It was cold, but it obviously did not flow like water. I tried to look at it in the light from the screens.
While this was happening, a young female agent with short black hair was going over stuff with a slightly older male agent with brown hair. You could see on her face (lit by the projection screen) a growing suspicion of the male agent.
I finally was able to make out a dark red liquid on my hand and realized I have been sitting in blood that whole time. I got up and was able to make out the Sun____ Systems logo on an A/C unit right next to me. I rushed over to the female agent and whispered (a little too loudly) “WET blood!” I meant to convey someone was killed very recently – this isn’t from the suicidal guy. I said, “WET!” to emphasize the point. She nodded and understood and pointed for me to run away.
I ran out of the room into some other rooms – one was a daycare or something – and the door leading outside had a rubber thing holding the doorknob to keep the doorknob closed. I was able to remove it quickly, but the blood on my hands made it hard to turn the knob. Luckily, the female agent came running to help.
Then I woke up.
Yay! A “plot” dream! Finally!
“Thanks to family tree research last night, I dreamed someone from 1918 stumbled upon time travel (using a machine) and went 100 years in the future because it was ‘a nice round number’ and ended up finding it was only one-way and started a Spanish Flu epidemic in 2018. He wondered if it was God’s way of punishing him for ‘playing God with time’ but others thought it was bound to happen since the world was overpopulated with 8.5 billion people and we were on the brink of a world war. I have weird dreams.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
What was interesting was that my subconscious kept rewriting it. There was a version where it was someone from 2018 traveling to 1918 and coming back with the Spanish Flu, but I liked the idea of having a scientist from 1918 when interest in science and innovation was high and people were discovering how things worked. They also were more religious in the early 20th century. There would also be limitations for the 1918 traveler due to using paper and pen for notes, etc. If it was a future traveler, the worry about God would be less, they’d know about diseases and dangers, and could probably take a handheld device with notes.
Also, the design of the machine kept changing. Instead of a “vehicle” like you see in H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine, he wanted it to be something easy to carry. In one version, it was the size and shape of an old suitcase with a handle and in another version, it was a 12 in. by 12 in. cube. It would only work on the person or people holding it.
There was no back story, but I think I’d put some reason why he was OK with traveling with little hope of return. Maybe something to do with a death or owed debt, but partly because he was an adventurer and would have gone earlier if it weren’t for loved ones. I’m thinking of having him build it partly because he believed the technology could prevent wars or, at least, keep a friend from going and dying in the “Great War” or something. He thought of time as something to “master and control” like light, electricity, and flight that others found a way to manipulate earlier in his life.
But when he gets to the future his device dies/breaks. He tries to find a way to fix it and go back to his time, but he becomes too sick to do so. He questions if he is being punished by God, but another character questions if he wasn’t actually part of God’s “master plan.”
Note: This dream turned into “Cog,” the first of a series of three time travel stories I’m working on.
The other dream I had was about parking at CSCC in a parking garage and some asshole parked his black car behind my van to go to class. I told him it was illegal and will be towed and he will be ticketed. He claimed he wouldn’t be ticketed because he was a student. I asked him how does that help him when he parked in a staff level of the parking garage.
I remember calling the police and getting him towed to an actual spot and he received a $25 ticket (in waking life, it’s $100, I think).
I had insomnia last night, but when I finally started getting good dreaming sleep, the only thing I remember was something about cleaning up seeds that came out of “pods” when they popped open from the heat of my oven lamp…and a scene in an airport security area.
I remember telling the TSA people about how the system (I’m not sure what I was talking about) is great when it works, like when someone is actually caught. Then a cop guy came over and shook my hand and turned it into as if we were arm wrestling and used it to control me and pull me over to a high desk. He quietly kept asking me where my car was parked and if there was anything there they might find “interesting.” I said, “Not unless my dad put something in there…” meaning a gun for self-protection.
I couldn’t tell if the cop was just trying to scare me, was joking or was seriously wanting me to confess to something.
Before I could find out, my phone woke me up – it was a stupid political survey call.