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.
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.
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.