I had many dreams, but one of the ones I remember was using the restroom at a mall and people screamed as a Tyrannosaurus Rex walked through and into the restroom. It even walked into my stall and I think I confused it by not screaming. I think it was supposed to make me realize I was dreaming, but, of course, I thought this was totally normal at the time.
From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
Dude with blue hat and beard
“Thanks, but I’m just going to wear the shirt purple tie-dye shirt.”
Homeless girl in the restroom trying to wash things with a weird scrubber.
Don’t want to take this, she’s nice, but she’s desperate. DVD player.
Went back to the parents at the airport. “Have you seen that guy, again? Somebody left this.” It was a DVD file and an audio recording of some time and the guy’s father or whatever said, “These are his REM cycles.” I said, “These are his what?” It sounded like heartbeats mixed in with breathing.
The DVD was partly visual. Something weird was happening with his teeth, but when he would enter the dreamworld, he would go, “Oh, my! Oh, my! What the? This is crazy! This is wild!”
I didn’t say it aloud in the dream, but I was very intrigued by the idea that this guy was part of a program – that he was trying to communicate that I was part of it, too. I just don’t remember and I can’t remember at this time. Well, he asked me in the restroom when I found him, but he asked me something about remembering something and I don’t remember.
Note: The premise of the dream was that this dude with the blue hat and beard cornered me in the restroom and tried delivering me a message. He was surprised I could see him THIS TIME. Also, he was on the run from “agents” and was able to keep one step ahead of them. He told me something that involved remembering, but I couldn’t remember what he said.
Note: I dreamed of this scenario again months later.
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 have been playing Uncharted 3 recently as well as thinking about how some of the cinematography techniques could be used with 360 video and it ended up in my dream as a 3D/virtual reality version of the hanging train scenes from Uncharted 2. It was AWESOME. I could watch pieces of train fall at me, then look down to watch them fall below me. I was trying to figure out how to make this scene when I woke up.
I remember trying to sleep in a new apartment. My furniture wasn’t there, yet, so I was sleeping on the only thing I had – my couch. The apartment was on an upper floor of a city building. It was converted from some office because the door was a window door with an office lock. I remember trying to sleep, thinking about how similar the windows were to my old apartment, but this one had three windows instead of one. A neighbor started blasting some song and I tried to ignore it since it was the weekend. I thought, “Did I lock my door?” Then thought, “No one is going to just walk in…oh, wait, I would.” So I got up to lock the door.
The kitchen area was created out of the reception desk and was the opposite of my old apartment. The door was across from it, facing into an alcove instead of straight into the hall like my old apartment. I opened the door to check the areas in which I’d be visible to someone in the main hall. My neighbor had a solid white door and I thought I’d ask my landlord for one of those. To my left, there was a public restroom and drinking fountain. This apartment reminded me of an apartment I lived in in another dream.
This dream started out with my mom and I visiting some old lady, but I felt as if we were being held there instead of visiting. I remember being mad that someone took a whole can of my energy drink because I brought it and wanted it.
I looked out the window and the view was of a back parking lot area surrounded by one-story business buildings. In the center, there was a huge crater/pothole with a “tiny village” in it. It looked like a recreation of some old German town, but the buildings were like big dollhouse size.
Later, I found myself in the same location, but the crater was a pond with ducks and rare birds. My mom kept trying to get me to look at some black bird with a white tuft that looked invisible when in the water. Someone called it a Jack-bird or something.
This turned into me watching a standup by a local news reporter reporting on the rare birds. Once they finished, I heard in my earpiece (I guess I was part of the news team?) a conversation asking if the reporter was finished. Since she was, men around the pond started gathering the birds – most were limp (either dead or asleep). They told me the business was moving, but it sounded like they were out to kill the birds. I rushed over and grabbed a white goose – it looked like the Aflac one and tried to steal it to rescue it. I thought I could keep it as a pet if it was still alive – I never checked if it was breathing. A lady I knew from the business looked at me weird holding a goose when she was letting in a cleaning crew. I snuck around the back of the building to avoid more run ins with the staff and the same girl exited the building just as I was passing. She never said anything about the goose, but I made it around to my car – some rental that was a dark gray four-door sedan. I put it in the back seat and remembered looking at the buildings thinking the place has changed a lot over the last few years.
I remember having a new apartment, but in the dream, it fit in a plastic “box” the size of a mattress. Inside, it was an older room-sized apartment, but I found that imagining it to be a newer place, it turned into an awesome apartment.
I later showed it off to friends and coworkers in the dream. They thought it was interesting, but didn’t know how it worked. I even showed one of them how the steps going down to a basement were just an illusion to make the space seem bigger.
I remember there was a dog and it really liked the guy I liked in the dream.
There was also a scene where I told my coworker who had a clear box with colorful slugs about how I dreamed she had these slugs.
Later, I remember looking around the “box” to figure out how it worked. It was in a city I’ve dreamed about before and it was leaned up against an old warehouse that was partly under construction.
In another dream, I was with a class or team in a place with tall white walls. I remember taking a walk outside and it was near a tree-lined creek. I later went to a restroom hoping to hear the guy I like walk by so I could bump into him and we’d walk outside together.