Part of a very vivid dream involved me kitting something with fraying red yarn. I remember thinking, “I don’t know how to knit,” and I came close to ripping the thread. The strange part was the feeling of being able to rip the thread if I wanted to, but decided not to.
I remember losing a tooth and looking at it curious about the roots. I realized that was a common dream theme, so I did a reality check – I made a red shirt that was hanging on the handle of a vacuum cleaner in the bedroom in my dream turn green. I was like, YES I’m dreaming. I then woke up in another dream, not realizing I was still dreaming and getting mad I didn’t try these random “tasks” I wanted to do in my next lucid dream.
This was one of the most prophetic dreams I have ever had and as I post this in February 2018, the first half of the prediction has come true. I’m not sure if the second half will come true and it seems unlikely…but so did the first half.
I remember being in a black void and the only things in the environment were the red square arches from the sculpture garden at the Columbus Museum of Art and they had spotlights on them from somewhere.
Two of my friends from the MFA program were there. One looked kinda sad that he had to give me some news. The other – his roommate – was dressed in winter clothing. She was looking at her phone – probably Reddit – and had this attitude of “Just tell her already.”
The first friend had a sculpture from one of his projects in his hands. One part of the prediction: that by the end of the semester, my parents would split up. He said this as he smashed his creation on the ground.
The other prediction was a little more positive based on what I was hoping for at the time (not posting it here unless it comes true), but time has a weird way of changing your outlook on things. Now, the prediction is a bit more neutral.
When I woke up, I assumed the prediction was a combination of him asking me about my parents a couple of weeks prior and a weird superstition that came from a dream 10 years ago.
Note: About 10 days or so after this dream (the date is an estimate), my parents split up after being married for 34 years.
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 bag 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.
I remember working at some studio and I was alone and closing for the first time. I thought I’d do fine, but it was a bit creepy being in a big place alone at night. As if programmed, lights started fading out one by one and I worried about tipping on equipment trying to get through the place.
I remember walking out to a car in a lot next to a bridge of some sort. The car was a fancy two-door red car. It was the kind I wouldn’t buy, but know a lot of guys that would love that kind. It might have been a convertible based on how the windows were.
I got in on the driver’s side, but in the back, but still had driver controls. I rushed to get in because two “agents” or Men in Black -like figures with ugly sunglasses and fedoras were watching me. The taller one on my right approached my car. I looked down and away pretending I wasn’t paying attention, but he did that “cop thing” and knocked on the passenger side window to get my attention.
I rolled the window down (with Prius window controls on my left) and he reached in, opened the door, and plopped down on the seat. He leaned back and asked, “What the hell are you doing?” (or something like that). I didn’t feel fear – I actually saw him as a nice person, just with authority. I woke up before responding.