I remember attending a tail-end of a conference that was related to education. It was in what I call a “Georgetown-y” building because of the brick and white elements of a local apartment complex. The lobby was open and really bright and the parking was great.
I remember Warren* was there, but I spent too much time being worried about bothering him. In waking life, in my current emotional state, I would just go up and say hi. I realized after I woke up, if I acted this way in waking life, my avoidance would make him think he would be bothering me and that would make him avoid me instead of approaching me like I wanted in the dream.
* Name was changed.
I remember having some art show and presentation at some place. The art (shirts?) was picked by someone else and I didn’t think it was good because I considered it unfinished or rough, but others loved it. My presentation was about visually representing mental illnesses in film, graphics, and fashion design. I was nervous because I had NO TIME to create a presentation.
I remember seeing Warren* before the art show in the lobby of the building.
* Name was changed.
This song was in a few dreams and I woke up with it in my head. Not sure how it was related to the content of the dreams, if at all.
Recent dreams had:
* Name was changed.
I have been playing The Last of Us, so my dreams have become more vivid. However, I’m writing this days after the fact.
I remember being in a college auditorium. The guy next to me had written an Images of America book (a friend did this in waking life recently), but instead of a place, it was about a subset of people with some kind of power. I asked him to sign it. He said aloud what he was going to write, but I can’t remember what it was. He wrote it not only backward but to be read in a mirror. I thought that was AWESOME. I remember the pen was kinda leaky and smeared as he wrote.
I left to use the restroom, but could “remote view” the auditorium and the speaker. The speaker was an asshole, though, and called me out for leaving to use the restroom. He made it seem like I was a slacker and the guy I was sitting next to seemed embarrassed.
I started walking to my next class – it was an interesting set of one-story buildings I walked through. My schedule had the week’s schedule broken up into 1-1.5 hour classes. I was already late to the next class, so I skipped it to go get a form signed by a director of some engineering college.
The room was 1011 (even though it was on the first and only floor) and I remember looking at room numbers to navigate the space.
I got to the front desk and the director – an Indian guy – invited me back to his office and left. I had to go through other rooms that were being used for experiments. The students looked as if they were studying how blood absorbed into the carpet and had those yellow crime scene evidence markers by each stain. I had to hop over one and thought, “they shouldn’t be doing this in the doorway.”
I got to the director’s office and sat in a leather office chair. He walked around, worried because he failed some certification for his job twice. I asked him about his research about “Seeing without seeing” (which I meant that remote viewing I did). As he paced around with a weird clock object, he said the data wasn’t significant enough to do further research. I was disappointed.
Other parts:
I remember going to a workplace on a day off and sitting in the back of the office space at someone else’s computer. I dropped poorly folded up papers and picked them up. A couple of workers to my right took a break and got goofy and had some fun doing something. The guy to my left got mad because it wasn’t professional and I said that everyone should have breaks once in a while and being goofy and creative helps the organization. I mentioned I worked for “the county” and the federal government – which, in waking life, I have had (clerk-like jobs) – and that my dad worked for “the city.” In the dream, I worked for “the state,” but didn’t mean Ohio or like, an actual state, but like a government-state.
Later, I remember helping some slightly overweight lady with short hair do something we weren’t supposed to do. Another girl my age was there as well. It was night, we were on a roof and we were wearing gray jumpsuits – like something a painter would wear, but it was cinched in the middle. The lady showed us two gas flames – we found out that there was enough energy to go around, but it was being throttled for the general public and mainstream media has been told to report that it was running out when the rich and powerful people could access as much energy as they want.
Later, we were in a parking area and security pulled up. The lady went up and acted as a distraction and got arrested. While she was distracting them, the other girl and I snuck over to a door – paint was rubbed off of the edges and the door knob was a brass handle (think Speedway restroom).
I thought it would be locked, but it wasn’t. However, it opened and there was another door right behind it. I opened that one and we climbed into a small area and opened ANOTHER door. I thought there HAD to be security cameras and security would be waiting for us in the main area. We went through the door into a slightly bigger area. The next door led to the hallway filled with high school students. I thought looking back as I went through the door would look suspicious, so I just started walking as if I knew where I was going and left the girl to fend for herself.
I walked by the cafeteria in this high school and there was a table set outside the doors where some people were handing a line of students what looked like yellow and indigo-colored gummy bears.
I later found a classroom where there were students, but the teacher wasn’t there, yet. The gummy bears were part of a pharmaceutical trial before this gummy program went national. I was a worker on the project and knew people would probably die if they had too much of the drug. One of the students found that some students would sell their gummy because they didn’t want to take it or needed the money and others would spend money to buy extras because they had a slight euphoric side effect and were sweet, so the taste was addicting. The student was just being good at a business – he didn’t care if people got hurt and never thought they’d give something dangerous to high school students. One student, who I found was in the control group was worried. I told them students would start dying Tuesday.
The gummies were supposed to make the students more susceptible to suggestion.
I remember the dreams being very vivid – I drank a half can of an energy drink and ate a banana. However, this was written a few days later.
I remember being in a school hallway with windows. I can’t remember what the guy was paying for, but a guy I knew in high school was his current-age self and he was paying me for something, but could only pay in weed.
I didn’t want to sell it, so I went to a friend in the dream for recipes and training to cook with it.
Later, I remember being in an athletic gym in an area that was set up for gymnastics with blue padding on the floor. There weren’t any windows and the roof was high. I was supposedly the athlete and, for some reason, a hairdresser had to fix my hair. I told her there’s no way to be active and NOT mess up my hair. There was a part where I put my hands on my waist and liked that I was toned. However, I was able to somehow touch my fingers and thumbs. I thought, “That’s…not healthy.”
Later, I remember sitting on the floorboard of a white van with a sliding door. There was a girl to my left sitting on the blacktop pavement. I think she had a shirt or jacket around her waist. There was also a guy to my right – I think sitting on the driver’s seat. It was nighttime.
The guy had us play an role-playing card game. It involved folded cards to hold “chips,” which were like pogs. I remember one of the cards was bent in a part it wasn’t supposed to be and folded it back. One pog had an orange and yellow sun on a blue background. Another had a wizard. The wizard had some kind of power called “forgiveness” which kept him (or me) alive.
Part of the game involved an anime cartoon. The guy played what seemed like a Russian bootleg version. The audio was Japanese, but the subtitles appeared to be Russian. I tried sounding it out (one was “schwaaaa” something?), but after waking, realized it wasn’t Russian – heck, it wasn’t any language I’ve seen. One part of it I remember looked like this: {: :} as a letter.
Right before waking, I remember standing outside of a building and seeing one of those brown highway signs for landmarks. Two places were listed. One had two names, but I forgot them almost instantly. The top one was either “Forest Lake” or “Lake Forest.”
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