I don’t have time to write these out, but here are some notes so I don’t forget to maybe add them to a story I started.
Some dream where I wandered into a “farm” like area with a sign that it was the [can’t remember the first name] C. Smart Center. A guy with bandages on his head came in, closing the gate as if he were keeping something dangerous out. He looked relieved he wasn’t alone and said something about it, but said he was glad he wasn’t the only one sick. I got angry and confused and argued with him I wandered in. I wasn’t told to be there and if I were sick, it was because I was talking to him (if he was sick) so closely.
I remember passing out fliers that cost $12 for some reason. After I woke up, I realized there was a message on them I should have read and could have read since all the dreams I had that night involved reading.
I remember hearing banging coming from the kitchen. I wasn’t dressed, so I covered up with a towel and went to see what was going on. The back door lock was turning as if someone was struggling with the lock. I thought maybe my landlord needed to enter or something, but the door opened, knocking down the trash bin I have blocking the door and the intruder was some dangerous looking guy with missing front teeth. He seemed dangerous, but I think he was smiling more at the fact he was successful at getting the door open than actually wanting to do harm. He had a little of that “observer” feeling from dreams from years ago.
There was a character that said to me that he was trying shared dreaming and I remember thinking I needed to reach out to him in waking life to tell him it worked. I can’t remember who it was and I’m not about to ask every guy I know.
A lucid dream where I was able to read a sign aloud. The grammar was bad, but the logo looked like a V inside of a V – similar to the Viacom logo, but backward and one V was skinny. It was gold and I keep thinking I’ve seen it on some kind of VHS in the past. Later in that dream, I toured a technology area being run by some Asian company. They said we can look all we want because they’ll erase our memories or block what is secret. It made me wonder why would you even WANT to look at something you’ll know you’ll forget and would you even remember looking at all? Would it be erased memories or would it be like alcohol that prevents memories from even being made?
Going with my story, I questioned if we’d give consent and if we forget giving consent to having our memory erased, would it really be ethical and really be consent? I mean consent in research projects, etc. usually is something you can know you made a decision to do and can change your mind. If you don’t remember giving consent or even remember what you gave consent to, how would that even work? What if what you volunteered to forget is a threat to your life, which you could remedy, but only if you knew the cause and existence of the threat?
I remember sitting in a helicopter, strapped in with a strap on each shoulder. I’ve never flown in a helicopter, so I don’t know how realistic it was. One weird thing was that I was sitting above the pilot and other passenger and I could only see through a window that was below where I was sitting. I was disappointed because I love heights and wanted to watch as we were flying.
We landed near a place with yellow tape. When I got out, I saw we were in a really pretty city with skyscrapers. The other passenger was some “official” person (I called her a handler in my dream) who was around my age. She was dressed in a nice business outfit and I remember knowing she was a nice person. The helicopter pilot was a good-looking guy around my age and was in a military uniform.
The helicopter guy left and I went to one of the buildings to use the restroom. The toilet wouldn’t flush and the stall wasn’t lit well. I left to have someone else fix it.
The woman checked me into a fancy hotel suite. It looked at least 3 stars, but most likely 4 stars. I don’t remember looking outside, so I think the curtains were drawn. The colors were a nice burgundy and cream color. I kept thinking the room was too large for one person – it seemed larger than one of my past apartments!
I was bored, so I walked around and realized I had been there before! There was a small meeting room across from the bathroom. I went in there and found the materials from the event I remember attending. It was a small training class to go over some management thing. I found a “workbook” with a faded/pastel orange cover with stock photos of people working together. It appeared to have been partly damaged by water and then shoved in a bag or box for months. I found a bag that belonged to a coworker and looked through it. I found two pairs of nice motorcycle gloves and remembered our training session was in the winter and he said he would always forget his gloves there and bring new ones and end up with several pairs. There was also a bag inside that I now I think was a rifle of some sort. The main bad was thin and padded and could unzip almost completely.
Later, I checked what was behind the door to the hotel suite, expecting a hallway. Instead, it led out to the lobby. I closed the door and noticed a taped sign that said “Wet Paint” (or repaint?). I turned to go back to the bed and heard what sounded like a cart being pushed along a wooden floor. I woke up thinking someone was in my apartment.
Slept for 12 hours after a week of not having enough sleep and too many nightmares.
I remember a scene where I was sitting at a long table in a cafeteria and the guy next to me nudged my elbow with a pencil. He was a guy that the guy I was seeing didn’t like and thought was dangerous and on the evil side. I wasn’t supposed to be talking to him – not just because my boyfriend didn’t trust him, but because we were working undercover for something and weren’t supposed to show we knew each other.
Eventually, the guy on my right tore off a piece of a magazine (a piece with a forwarding part that appears when you change your address) and wrote on it that my boyfriend shouldn’t be trusted because he could kill three people in one shot. He was a sniper, but I trusted both guys equally – I didn’t care if they had jobs that weren’t necessarily “good” or “safe” as long as I wasn’t a target. They both believed they were doing “good” through “not-so-good” deeds anyway.
I thought about that when I read his note. I crumbled up the paper and grabbed a notepad and a pencil and started writing, “you…” and messed up the “u” and frustratingly pushed something out of my way to write. I thought, “This is supposed to be short, why write out the word instead of just ‘u?'” I fixed the “u” and finished the sentence: “…guys would get along.”
I remember going on a family vacation with my parents – I finally got them to go to Washington, D.C.!
I woke up in the passenger seat of a car driven by my dad and my mom was sleeping in the back. I realized we passed this large mansion on the top of the hill with these large tall windows for the second time. I remember calling it “The White House, but Not THE White House.” I laughed and found out my dad got lost and we were in Virginia.
This turned into us being IN the house as part of a dream game. I remembered being there before and that the house was a maze. My dad apologized for getting lost and I said, “Don’t worry about it, I want to try to get us out of here using my memory of the first time I was here.” I had my mom sit comfortably somewhere because I remembered the insane amount of walking I did when I tried to find my way out the first time.
I remember pointing out a spot in one of the rooms explaining to my dad that a large brown chest was between two couches the first time I was there. I remember the open doorways with the rounded corners going into the area where the windows overlooked the hill. I remember REALLY liking that room when I was there the first time, which I remembered was some fancy schmancy political fundraiser and I remember having a conversation with a nice white-haired lady who held a glass of red wine, but she never drank it. I don’t know if I ever wrote down this dream.
The maze-like rooms had a grayish-white color with burgundy highlights.
This turned into something else with glass doors that closed to block people out. This happened twice as a plant and I got frustrated later when they mentioned it AGAIN right before my mom got locked out of the area we were in. I thought, “I saw that coming – they should have mentioned it ONCE earlier so the threat was in the back of the mind to increase tension, not keep telling us.”
I remember entering a building and going around a “zig-zag” to get to a hallway with studio apartments on the right. Each one had a window facing a lot with two strip malls on the same level. I had my family and friends over and everyone drank all of my energy drinks I just bought. When they left, I looked out of the window hoping to see a corner store that might sell the drinks I like so I could walk over tomorrow despite the cold. I didn’t see anything related to energy drinks.
I decided to look out of the other side of the building or go out and look beside the building. On my way back, I couldn’t find my apartment/room. I looked and looked. I couldn’t remember the number – 417? 419? When I woke up, I wondered how 400s rooms would be on the main level. I’m guessing the building was built into a hill.
I even asked a guy at a kiosk if he remembered what door I came out of and he said he didn’t. I tried each door, knowing I left mine unlocked. However, so did everyone else, so I kept opening them, seeing the belongings of someone else in each (one was an old lady, one was a middle-aged woman, one was a gay couple, one was empty, etc.) or seeing the window position being different (the windows all had white vertical blinds, but were different sizes and different parts of the wall). I’d apologize and go to the next. The middle-aged woman said it was OK and that she has had to do the same.
I also remember the handles to open the doors were slightly different and tried to remember what mine looked like. I went up and down the hall and decided to go further and found an open fitness gym area and thought, “I didn’t know we had a gym here! AWESOME!” but assumed I’d have to pay a fitness coach (a couple walked around the area) to use the area. The area was a neat dark blue with blue lights.
I walked back using my waking-life navigational skills and recognized the entrance I took to get in the building and the “zig-zag,” but I still couldn’t find my apartment. I thought I’d walk toward the entrance I went to before, checking the apartments on the way. I found the guy couple’s apartment and they were nice and tried to help me. I noticed when talking to them that the strip malls outside were replaced by a neat courtyard with trees and a park with a stone path around the trees.
You’d think I’d eventually catch on that I was dreaming. Instead, my brain went right to, “Woah, do you think this is time travel?” For some reason, time travel (which I enjoy writing about, but I’m skeptical of) was more likely than me being asleep.
There was a much longer story, but the first part I can remember begins where I was with a team and we had traveled to the past to tear down some area after the apocalypse. It was “tearing down” in a fast, not real way of removing a structure, but being able to delete/remove sections. Two of the guys tore down a large section quicker than I could follow them and I started to worry because I’d have to jump either a full 15-20 feet or try to jump to a higher area they still had up, but it was far from the scaffolding I was standing on. A girl in the group told me to look over as she moved a shorter scaffolding over. She pushed the one I was on so it tilted and I fell/jump onto the shorter one. The momentum made that one tip and I was able to safely jump to the ground. I thought it was clever and kind of her.
Another weird part was that the “ground” was in a river. I complained that the metal we were having to remove was ending up in what should have been fresh water, but was now contaminated with metal and eventually, rust. However, it was probably still cleaner than other sources of water at that time.
We went back to the future and I spent time looking for clues to whether we were in our “world” or another dimension. I remember thinking it was funny that I was using a term from Sliders. I found an upside down Ohio flag taped to the wall with masking tape. I found out that the states were no longer “united” and each state became sovereign. We thought we were in another world, but I suggested that it wasn’t another dimension, we just returned late due to time dilation. We chose a date and the travel seemed quick to us, but there was something we didn’t know to calculate with the technology that made what seemed like a half hour to us ended up being eight years and the state sovereignty came about on its own after the apocalypse.
I remember some movie being let out in a large building with a movie theater section. I thought my family and I were going to see a movie I wanted to see, but some other random guy said the movie was a Pixar movie – one I didn’t want to see. I was frustrated because I didn’t know if he was lying or if I screwed up on the plans.
I remember after people went in trying to read a sign with multiple faces near the front of the theater. The different theaters were called different things like “West Wing,” “East Wing,” etc. I looked over at the top of the door my family went in and it was the “Auditorium.” I looked back at the sign and stepped back and forth trying to read the sign. The words were blurry and the movies were shown as promotional images around 6 x 18 inches under the names of the rooms. I heard my dad behind me talk to a worker saying, “Oh, I’m just waiting for my daughter. I’m not sure what she’s doing.” This made me laugh because I pictured myself from someone else’s POV and I was literally stepping back and forth in front of a sign. I do remember one sign having Her as one of the movies and thought my parents and godfather would like that movie.
I was late for the movie, so to get my ticket, I had to go through some promotional animated cartoon thing that shamed me for being so late to the movie. It was a 3D immersive experience and first showed a “tutorial” for a game where a black human figure stood on a sidewalk path surrounded by a field of grass, a stone wall, and trees in the back. There was a large building to the right. A red ball with teeth (kinda like you would see at the beginning of an AMC movie) flew over to the person, turned, then ate the person shape. I thought, “Good to know there is that half-second while the ball monster turns to get away.”
I move to in front of the building – a hospital? There was a live-action teenager and an animated teenager looking at a screen to the right and an animated version of the first kid in between and behind them looking the opposite way. That one had a red motorcycle helmet that looked similar to the ball monster. I remember the live action guy doing a funny dance and then standing still, waiting for instructions. The middle one disappeared and turned into a red ball monster going for the live action kid. I told him to dance as if that was a way to avoid being eaten. He danced and the monster turned back into a teenager.
I went through the sliding doors of the building. My head was near the top of the doors and I realized the designer must have been tall and designed it to be from his POV.
This was all happening in a booth near the concession stand. My dad found me as he was on his way to the theater with food and a soda. I told him I’d catch up to them after I get my ticket and that I had to be shamed for being late by this game before I could get it.
I remember waking up and trying to remember scenes and thinking, “I’ve been there before.” Now, I don’t remember where this was.