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.
I remember a scene where I was riding a motorcycle eastbound on OH-316 in my hometown and stopped just past the street that runs toward my parents’ house. I was thinking about a way or road through halfway up the road that would meet up with Route 23.
I remember being in a Speedway restroom and later going to a different one in town, closer to the work event in my dream.
I remember being at the work event in formal attire. Later, I remember singing along with Sara Bareilles’ “Love Song,” but I abruptly stopped when the host of the event came in and said we were going out of business and that it would be our last event like this. Since most of the people were required to attend, she said there was no reason to keep us. I planned to stay, but I woke up right after she said that because my alarm went off.
I remember being at a university that was in a downtown area of a large city. The city reminded me of Cleveland or Pittsburgh, and some of the streets were angled weird instead of the grid I grew up with.
I was in a cafeteria that had a second level where people could eat and look down below (like Carnegie Melon) and I was on the first level. Some guy came in and shot someone famous. Everyone got down and ran. I got away from the building, but I wasn’t worried about being a target – this was obviously a hit on that one person.
I later went in because I was hungry and all the food areas were shut down. I went to join a group of people waiting to get food from the vending machine. I needed change, so I went over to a cashier who was still working, but she wasn’t allowed to sell the food. I asked for change and they looked at me like I was crazy and said, “Are you kidding me? That was a level 3 assault and you think I would be able to give you change?”
Later, I was using the restroom at “work” (in the college, but I don’t remember which department) and it looked like my parents’ bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain and found three bound “celebrities” with their hands and feet bound and their mouths covered with duct tape. I thought they were dead. One of them opened their eyes. I thought, “I should report this…” Then, time jumped a week and the two dead celebrities were still there. My co-workers in the dream obviously had seen them and didn’t report them either. I remember thinking I first found them last Tuesday and it had been a whole week! I thought, “I have to report this, but anonymously because I don’t want to be a target.”
Later, I remember being in a pool on campus holding onto an inner tube looking into a cardboard box with a Go Pro doing a sign-off for a YouTube video. I did a couple of takes – one using my real name, another using an alias I plan to use in waking life. In waking life, I plan to not show my face, though. Soon after that, I found myself in an auditorium/stage/studio in some improv class. I was looking for a recording studio to report those dead celebrities in private. However, the class was about getting over shyness, so everyone was confused when I wouldn’t make this “important phone call” in front of them. It turned into running a parkour course and I even tried to do a cartwheel and failed.
There was a part where I was going to go back to the cafeteria building to get something and come back, but others were confused why I’d go so far. It wasn’t far at all – it was across the street. That’s how I saw/remembered the intersection of college buildings. They were partially highrises – some were repurposed buildings that were built in the 1930s.