I remember having some dream where Warren* was trying to send me a message, but it was in pieces where different words and numbers were on the wall and floor and everywhere and I struggled putting the puzzle together. I only remember a Russian word on a video/image of a Ferris wheel. He tried a few times, ending with some overview of a location with areas highlighted for me to remember.
There was a scene I was on a kiddie train (good luck!!!) and was telling someone my age. They thought I was 22.
This turned into a lucid dream taking place in a modern art museum. I realized I was dreaming, so all of this stuff was from my mind and I should try to recreate the stuff when I woke up. I found out that the pieces were based on the idea that the audience would be dreaming. There was a Mondrian-esque pyramid of squares that turned black when “Paint It Black” was played. The art used sounds, words, and ideas to make the dreamer change the look of the art.
This turned into sleep paralysis with a tall shadow man at my bedroom door. I basically rolled my eyes because I knew I was still dreaming and the shadow people are kinda cliche.
* Name was changed
I remember boarding a plane and was on my way to LA for some reason. We could see what the pilot sees on a screen near the cockpit – I thought that was pretty neat. I had a ticket or something with May 11(?) of 2017 (?). I remember scratching out the year, saying it was wrong.
It was night, but what I remember the most was that the buildings we were supposed to fly over were black with orange wirefames (in real life, that would be a fun thing to project on buildings). It actually felt like a plane taking off in the dream. The plane wasn’t high enough, so they tried to avoid the buildings my tilting right, but we were too low and crashed on the right side – the side I was on.
I remember closing my eyes and covering my face to avoid debris. When I opened them, everything was in slow motion and the plane was coming apart into pieces. I couldn’t move (it was probably sleep paralysis kicking in) and I thought it was from maybe the shock or getting hit in the head and that it would wear off soon and I could start making my way out. I didn’t have fear – just like other dreams or things that have happened where I had to take action to save myself and others – I was too focused to feel any emotion. I focused on trying to grab the armrest that appeared to be stable to pull myself up. I counted the seats to the exit (the lights on the rows of seats were white and the exit was red) so I could get out even if the cabin filled with smoke. I thought I could grab at least one person’s arm to lead them out, hoping they’d grab another and start a chain.
I ended up waking up into another dream with characters I don’t know in waking life, but I kept having deja vu moments as I told them about the dream. I kept saying how it was weird I was going to LA since I have no real interest in going there. I mean, I’m in media so most of my classmates and some friends over the years have gone out there, but I’m a Midwest/East Coast person.
I remember being at Polaris mall in Columbus near Christmas. They decked the place out and had Christmas songs playing. I remember walking through an area that was set up like a church with pews and I sang along with the music despite probably bothering people.
I thought, “Wait, wasn’t it just December? How did it get so late in the year?” Then, I remembered a prediction that was made that was supposed to happen by December and I wondered if I should be trying to make it happen or will it happen no matter what and then there’s a part of me that wants to fight it, despite it being something I really want to happen. In waking life, it’s too early to tell, but the prediction is still a possibility and sadly, probably will come down to my actions or neglect.
I somehow ended up in someone’s nice home and remembered I stayed the night – probably some Air BnB thing. I was about to leave and walked toward the door, taking in their Christmas decorating thinking how I don’t have enough energy or time to decorate, but I think it’s great that they did. I then realized I stayed the night, but didn’t explore the house. I thought I’d do a quick walk through when the next tenants came in – a family of four, lead by a nice lady with short reddish blond hair. I surprised her as much as she surprised me and I told her I was just leaving.
This turned into me being in the bathroom of my apartment and hearing someone come up the front steps to my door and knock loudly. Note: in waking life, I don’t have a set of steps like that. I opened the door and went back to the bathroom while this sweaty, maybe drunk, angry lady with her hair tied back and a dirty shirt paced around. I tried to calm her down and de-escalate the situation and she grabbed my shirt and I thought she’d punch me in the face. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t reflecting her mood.
Then, I woke up.
There were other dreams and they were related to the prediction, but they weren’t vivid enough to post.
“Gah. Got stuck in a semi-lucid dream false awakening loop where the plot was that I was a guide in the anesthetic-induced dream for some guy named Sal or Saul Weinstein or Feinstein from the past while he was in surgery. I would explain to him what the weird sounds were and the sound track was from me. Later, some lady talked said a rhyme about how Kennedy wasn’t elected by one person, that it took many. The hours-long scene ended, and the dream started turning black. I started freaking out because I didn’t know how to wake up. I tried and ended up in front of a house in the late 80s /early 90s and the kids there couldn’t understand why I was frustrated. I tried to wake again and it didn’t seem to change much and I went into this whole spiel about how the place was a poor place and because if that, I have no idea what decade I was in because it made sense that this community would have old cars and no cell phones. I kept saying I was from the 2020s and later corrected that. I wondered if I was dead and was about to accept my fate (being stuck in a lucid dream and traveled through time, getting stuck in the past) when I woke up. Only a half hour had really passed.”
— Hope Moore on Facebook
I possibly have a cold or allergy causing sleep disorder symptoms again.
This is the first sleep paralysis episode I’ve had in a while.
I remember being in my room, but instead of me being an adult and my room being in my apartment, I was young and living with my parents. Light was coming through my window from a full moon or a streetlight and I heard a female struggling – between a grunt and being out of breath.
I thought it was an intruder trying to come through the window. Then, I thought, why would an intruder choose a second-floor window? I couldn’t move to investigate the noise or grab a weapon. I yelled for my mom – mostly to nicely tell the intruder there are multiple people in the house, so they should choose a different one. My mom yelled (I heard her through the closed door) and basically told me to go to sleep. I guess earlier in the dream, I’d call her in for stupid stuff.
This intruder kept coming. I saw a shadow of a small female coming down from the roof. I questioned, why would someone go through the trouble to sneak in by starting on the roof of a three-story house?
Then, I woke up.
I realized the “struggling” breathing noises was me as I was going through stress. It wasn’t closed breathing as much as if I were just running and I was trying to breathe through my nose to catch my breath.
Note: This comes after a 4-day vacation in Washington, D.C. and marathoning Twilight Zone on Netflix…
I remember being in an underwater “ship” and my job was to help dock our ship with other ships. The docking area was a glass hexagonal opening with glass around it. Something happened and a “crew” and I had to evacuate and run from some other group.
I remember random memories of grabbing red bags to escape before the pursuing group got there. There was also some random memory of being in ski gear and walking over snowy land.
The next part I remember is walking into a hotel-like area with the others in an Asian area. Since there were no windows and everything was connected, it could have been underground or part of some large ship, etc. I remember bowing as if I had gotten into the habit on a previous trip and I remembered thinking I could speak Japanese.
This was a red flag for me. I don’t know Japanese and neither did the character in the dream.
I walked through the area, which looked like it was modeled after Bangkok, but was Japanese, and the place I was walking through I think was something like a brothel. I thought the girls were there for one purpose. My character thought about how I’d style my hair to fit in and how cool the kimonos were. However, there was “background thoughts” that were male and less verbal than my own.
I remember later going into a room and realized what was happening. The “crew” was nearby. I willed the body’s hand to move and pound the bed as a said, “What happened? Where is MY body?”
I felt the guy’s whose body I was in get worried and afraid of this loss of control. One of the more leader-y crew members spoke to me saying they had no choice. To save me and lose my body, they transferred my consciousness into a crew member’s body to share until they had a chance to find another body.
This technology was invented to allow people to experience things from others’ point of views and return to their body. Usually, the second consciousness can just watch and is advised against moving the body. The fact that I did so scared the host. It also made me so connected to the body, that I felt the weight and pain the body felt because I couldn’t withdraw as easily to an observer role.
This showed up when the host was clearing the bed of roleplaying costumes for the other customers. The host wasn’t really into all that stuff. I remember one costume was heavy samurai armor. I was worried that the longer I was in this host, the more of his memories would get mixed with mine and I wondered how the mind would consolidate us into one consciousness.
I remember being in a room with standard gray flat carpet. I was sitting in a chair and chatting with a friend to my right about something. He was the friend who trained me when I was going through CCW training in waking life a few years ago.
In the dream, he was a contractor or engineer or something in charge of updating the structure of some of the buildings. I asked him when a certain building was going to be updated and he said another building had to be updated first. It was something like a play on the Pentagon, like the “Dodecahedron” or something and we talked about the crazy naming of buildings. We joked about how they could be named after people like the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Library, you know, after famous people with at least three names.
A training activity began at the front of the class (a corner of the room). I had a pistol (it was given to me as part of whatever program/job I was in) sitting on the chair in front of me, covered up by a navy blue coat (also part of the program). I remember others standing and one girl saying, “That’s a real loaded gun!” I could kinda see someone pointed a gun at the head of some guy in a chair. I thought, “Duh, this training would not be as good if it weren’t.”
The task was to find out if the guy was lying about being an archer. An enlarged form was to their left, but my vision was blurry. I thought, “Gah. It’s so hard to see sometimes in dreams.” I had a similar form that I was supposed to fill out, but I got distracted talking to my friend. Since it was useless trying to look up his blown up form, I thought I’d use mine for clues as I filled it out.
The others asked questions to see if they could complete the task. I started filling out the part of the form for “education.” I started with Columbus State, frustrated that I wrote so poorly in dreams, and I questioned if I should have put my high school or is that given because I’ve been to college?
I woke up. Frustrated I was leaving a dream at an interesting moment, I was able to go back.
When I “spawned,” I was just outside the classroom door and had to open it. I remember forcing myself to focus on details to keep the dream going and to become more detailed. The room’s wall was glass with a linear design that went through the center. The door had a simple lock and a narrow metal bar as the handle that made a triangle with the door. There was a government seal of some sort on the main part of the door.
I opened the door and went in. The activity was over, but the leading agent guy gave me a shout out for providing the best-trained pilots. I thanked him and thought, “He’s just being nice. The other trainers probably do just as well.”
We broke to go out for physical training on steps just outside the building. (I pictured the blueprint for these.) Outside, it was a city street (probably Washington, D.C., that I just visited in waking life) and the steps were in three sets. We jogged up and down them and the agent guy singled me out to talk as we jogged. He said he meant what he said inside – that the methods I use work well. I explained that I had the pilots perform things over and over, including purposely having their planes stall and have them get out of the stall, so, eventually, the feeling of the plane stalling won’t make them panic and instead, instinctually act to fix the problem without having to think.
I remember so many dreams with snow. One was sleep paralysis where I was almost buried with an avalanche of snow from the sky. I wondered how that was possible and there were “credits” scrolling as I tried to avoid being buried.
In another dream, I remember thinking the snow was “old” and dug at it until I found pavement.