“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
What I still remember from last night’s dreams:
I remember following an English teacher and some other guy across a park or garden area. We were up high on top of the arches and other architectural features. They just jumped down. I was too afraid of landing too hard, so I planned to climb down a metal feature. However, the metal pillar I got onto bent down to the ground due to my weight.
I’m half asleep, so this will not be very detailed. I might return and put more details later.
I remember telling a class of students, “I’m not the teacher, I’m only the facilitator.” Apparently, two students were out and didn’t complete their homework because they were about to have babies.
Later, I was on some moving platform and I took out my phone to email the students to look at the syllabus regarding excused absences/late work. I put the phone away and knew I was on some sort of time travel machine. There was a pool of still green liquid with glittery sparkles next to me.
The platform moved to an edge and turned around. It was like a roller coaster – it went to that edge to have enough room to accelerate. It accelerated straight at a solid metal door. I thought, “What’s the good at holding my arm up and closing my eyes?” So I looked at the door as I went toward it.
Just as I reached it, the door flipped open, revealing a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. The platform accelerated even faster.
At the end, I was disappointed. The ride ended under some raised highway and I was greeted by some person in a lizard costume and another amusement park employee.
I really wanted to time travel.
Maybe I did travel…to the future!
I remember checking out an athletic gym on opening day. This one had a twist – it used a smaller space by manipulating gravity. It was cool and I kept thinking I needed to post a photo to Instagram about how you can exercise upside-down. I kept worrying, though, that I’d fall to the ceiling.
I’ve been slacking. What details I remember and haven’t written, yet:
A while back, there was a neat scene of a TV show, maybe it was a dream game(?) where someone main character girl was in an office with federal agents. She wasn’t supposed to be there and they were looking for her outside of the building. Someone hacked in and was able to communicate with her, telling her exactly when to move to avoid detection. The weird part was that time slowed down as she went from point to point – I don’t know if this was for the audience to see how close she was or if she was super fast. Eventually, she ended up going running in front of someone and they said, “There she is!”
Later, she and another person helping her out were in a glass room looking at a monitor trying to decipher some message. It involved an Agent Glass. While they worked on that, some technician in a lab coat was trying to get into the room, but they had to override the lock on the door.
In another dream, I remember sneaking through corridors trying to avoid eye contact with the people walking around because I wasn’t supposed to be there.
In last night’s dreams, I remember a cat holding onto a wall of a cubical. Its weight brought it down and its claws made marks into the wall. There was also some Asian guy who looked part Filipino.
I remember entering a building and going around a “zig-zag” to get to a hallway with studio apartments on the right. Each one had a window facing a lot with two strip malls on the same level. I had my family and friends over and everyone drank all of my energy drinks I just bought. When they left, I looked out of the window hoping to see a corner store that might sell the drinks I like so I could walk over tomorrow despite the cold. I didn’t see anything related to energy drinks.
I decided to look out of the other side of the building or go out and look beside the building. On my way back, I couldn’t find my apartment/room. I looked and looked. I couldn’t remember the number – 417? 419? When I woke up, I wondered how 400s rooms would be on the main level. I’m guessing the building was built into a hill.
I even asked a guy at a kiosk if he remembered what door I came out of and he said he didn’t. I tried each door, knowing I left mine unlocked. However, so did everyone else, so I kept opening them, seeing the belongings of someone else in each (one was an old lady, one was a middle-aged woman, one was a gay couple, one was empty, etc.) or seeing the window position being different (the windows all had white vertical blinds, but were different sizes and different parts of the wall). I’d apologize and go to the next. The middle-aged woman said it was OK and that she has had to do the same.
I also remember the handles to open the doors were slightly different and tried to remember what mine looked like. I went up and down the hall and decided to go further and found an open fitness gym area and thought, “I didn’t know we had a gym here! AWESOME!” but assumed I’d have to pay a fitness coach (a couple walked around the area) to use the area. The area was a neat dark blue with blue lights.
I walked back using my waking-life navigational skills and recognized the entrance I took to get in the building and the “zig-zag,” but I still couldn’t find my apartment. I thought I’d walk toward the entrance I went to before, checking the apartments on the way. I found the guy couple’s apartment and they were nice and tried to help me. I noticed when talking to them that the strip malls outside were replaced by a neat courtyard with trees and a park with a stone path around the trees.
You’d think I’d eventually catch on that I was dreaming. Instead, my brain went right to, “Woah, do you think this is time travel?” For some reason, time travel (which I enjoy writing about, but I’m skeptical of) was more likely than me being asleep.