From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
A place like the Ridges at night. Driving around weird corners and up strange hills. People running in scrubs.
I went up to ask them why they were running and they said they had death threats and something to do with the machines they operate like a CAT scans or an X-ray machines. I asked them if they called the cops and they said no, so I went to go call the cops.
I pictured the bad guy having powers like being able to fire electricity from his hands and my character was a “spiegel” or “mirror,” so I was planning to fire back, but I thought I need to block first. So how do I block? I don’t know how to block, but I was willing to try.
In a classroom, the big TV playing some game. A young woman walked up to the TV, which was needed for the game. I high-fived her and the older guy that also went up to the screen. There was a dog – a big dog – maybe a Rottweiler. I slept on the floor below.
What I can still remember:
Being part of the press at some political event, but I signed up late, so they didn’t have a place for me and they apologized and asked me to leave the room.
I waited outside the double doors. A friend from high school who was also part of the press arrived after me and I told her what happened to me. She said it wouldn’t be a problem and made herself invisible. I was impressed and wanted to know the trick. She reappeared and was surprised I didn’t freak out or think it was weird.
She then showed me an ad (on a futuristic semi-see-through projection device) for toothpaste that would give people superpowers. It showed people using an electronic toothbrush and then being able to do different things. One I remembered was really weird – the person was able to grow wings from under their arms. I’m not sure what good that was since a person would need much wider wings to fly.
The ad ended with “It was the biggest ‘don’ of the year!” I thought “don” was like “con” and told my friend I think she’s making it up.
While waiting, I had an earpiece of some sort and I was told to move people away from the doors because something bad was going to happen. They discovered it using quantum computing which allowed for future data (Twitter, Facebook, etc.) to be read. So I got people to move, but in the end, not far.
Later, while I was waiting, I sat in a row of chairs next to Charlie*, who was building some rifle out of 3D printed parts. I asked him what was he doing. He ignored me. I thought I’d shake him up. I looked at him and said, “Can I help?”
Somewhere during this time, I went out to a BP near where I was supposed to be. I remember looking at a tall, angled, beautiful, if not impractical, glass building in the distance just past a football stadium, in front of a highway. I thought if someone called, I could tell them I could see the place from there.
* Name has been 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.
I drank a 16-oz. energy drink (around 300 mg of caffeine), but it didn’t have much of an effect so I just went to bed and slept 11 hours. Also, it hasn’t really seeped into my dreams, yet, but I’ve been binge watching Burn Notice.
I remember playing a “dream game” where I was shooting different cartoon characters. And on some characters, there was a magnetic/locking target. Some “official” or “agent” asked me why I shot those characters. I don’t remember what I told him, but when I was telling someone this dream in another dream, I said the characters were “Winnie-the-friggin’-Pooh.”
Note: This is becoming a strange pattern and I have no clue why my subconscious has focused on this cartoon.
I remember being outside in a desert-like area and some tall structure was being built to my right. It was a combo of steel and rock. The rock pillars all had large heads. I called them “Aztec” in the dream, but they were more like the heads on Easter Island. My hands were close together – They might have been bound. I don’t remember wanting to walk, but being forced to. I thought it was weird that no one seemed to notice the faces and thought maybe I tend to look up more often than others…maybe because I’m short.
The dream turned into another one that took place in a large warehouse store. The inside aisles all had pets, including tiny goats and deer. My hands were no longer bound and I went around petting the animals. I started to worry because I didn’t wash my hands and wondered if I was spreading disease between animals as well as myself.
I ended up where I needed to be – in an office supply area. I looked for note cards or Rolodex cards or something and found some. I ended up buying them for Sean, who I met (with Kara) at what I think was Perkins in London.
I remember a vague scene where I was being interviewed by a woman and man in suits in a room with large glass windows overlooking the interior of a building. They were excited about “storage options” as in data storage. I worked for a software company in the dream and they were excited about the possibility of using me to get their hands on the storage. They asked me about how I use their storage. I said that I didn’t and use a different company. Their mood changed and I obviously didn’t say the “right” answer.
This started out in a dream where I was doing some kind of surveillance in a dark room with blue and red lights and monitors that showed basic graphics. I remember having large headphones on watching a waveform as I listened to grainy audio. I remember text being on the screen, but I didn’t read it.
I started to daydream a story idea and it turned into another dream.
I and Charlie* (I think) were helping some human-looking aliens that were helping Earth people develop space technology lead a tour of recruits. The interior of the spaceship was similar to the room I was working in with blue and red lighted elements. I also remember trash bins being in good locations and I remember eating and getting rid of the trash quickly. I remember thinking it’s good I got in the habit of throwing away trash quickly, otherwise, I’d have too much crap in my hands.
At one point of the tour, we all had our innate superpowers activated (one per person). To demonstrate this, I flew. I thought the scene of me, a short person, rising above the small crowd would be an interesting scene. Charlie (or Tim*?) pulled me back down because I was wearing a black dress that was too short to really be flying above people’s heads.
Also, flying wasn’t my power. I was a “Spiegel” or “mirror” and was using someone else’s flying power. I flew later, but I had to keep up with the person who was the flyer because I would lose that power if I got out of range.
Note: This continues the idea that I need a reason to ever fly in a dream.
* Names were changed.
Weird dream last night – I dreamed I talked to some character who said he had a ‘power’ of some sort. I told him to show me this power. He said, ‘I’ll make your phone go off, watch!’ Then my alarm on my cell phone went off and woke me up.
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