I remember a dream that was like watching some TV drama. There were scenes and a full script.
The plot was about some girl that was ghostwriting for another person. She started to change her style and the author whose name was used started to get angry and lash out in front of fans.
The ghostwriter spoke with her about the different fans they’ve met and the last one she spoke about was some old guy who “only had one good show left in him.”
I remember being on some suburban/semi-urban street and a riot broke out. I don’t remember what the riot was about, but it was small. It also one of many that broke out recently.
I remember running away from the crowd to get out of their way, but some girl kept running in front of me and throwing smoke bombs. The canisters were as big as peanut butter jars and had red and white paint. The girl kept throwing them my direction and a couple hit my legs as I ran. It made me mad because I was getting hurt when I was trying to avoid the riot.
I got to a front yard where I found a silver plated penny. Lincoln was facing the opposite way and the date was 1964 (I think) and the back of the penny had what looked like a combination of the wheat penny symbol and marijuana/buckeye leaf. It reminded me of the gold plated penny I have in waking life and thought I must be home! I looked at the house and it was a small two-story house with blue siding. There was a porch, but most of it was taken up by a front-facing porch swing. I realized I have never lived there.
I started running again and stopped into a new hookah lounge. I found Sean and Kara there along with a couple of other people and sat down. I described how I got hit in the legs with smoke bombs as a ran to get away from another riot.
I remember looking through a warehouse with boxes everywhere with some guy. I kept thinking it was a TV show that had already aired and this was the story told from a different perspective.
I remember finding a hidden area that opened up. It was empty, but I remember that it was where someone hid protected from some bomb or gas in the story.
We also found random objects like a lighter. I said these must be plants – somehow they will pay off in the end. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t have a purpose.
These dreams are probably from the fact that I started having a sore throat last night and the arthritis is flaring up in my knees.
I remember clearing snow with my neighbor off of our cars early in the morning before the sun came up. They were parked in front of a Brownstone/terraced house on South Third Street in downtown Columbus.
After clearing the snow, I got in my car and the guy got in the passenger side. I remember thinking he was good-looking and nice and had dark brown hair. I thought the fact that he got in as if it were planned or normal was kinda neat – I love it when people have the guts to do unexpected things.
I said that I was going to someplace (I don’t remember where, now) and asked if he was also going that way. He sighed and said no, then, got out and got in his car.
I went the wrong way up the street and went around the block because I didn’t realize I was ON South Third. The street in waking life has metered parking along the street and garages under those apartments – my dream had it where the cars were parked at an angle off the street.
I had trouble forcing myself to remember how to get to work. I finally got to the highway, but it turned into a bus or train. While riding the bus/train that was VERY spacious, I noticed that the neighbor guy was also on it. I remember trying to understand the red marquee that told what the next stop was. The streets and intersections were unfamiliar to me.
This seemed like a continuation of the last dream as if I were going to a new job or something. I remember it taking place in an old brick building that looked bigger on the inside. There were wood paneling and miscellaneous items around. I remember walking downstairs to enter the large area.
There was an older man who was the trainer and he said he’d start me out with “Tennis.” It was a large TV screen with a tennis game. He handed me a controller that was similar to a Wii controller. I thought that I could show off since I’m decent at Wii Tennis – at least back when I last played it. He was right handed and I could do either hand, but I wanted to start with my left. I asked him if it could be switched to left-handed and he said no. I tried with different hands and it used live action video and there was a red circle on the screen where it saw the control. The game was harder than expected.
I remember sitting in a wooden chair later, exhausted. The trainer was tough on me, but I respected that. Another character was there, possibly Charlie* maybe? and he was there for support and helped me relax and at times, laugh. Once carried me over to the restroom when I forgot that I should probably take breaks. There was even a scene where I hugged him and thanked him and he was surprised. He didn’t look like Charlie at that time, though, he looked more like that good-looking neighbor from the earlier dream.
I remember watching some 1990s sci-fi TV show that I joked that anytime I saw the show, it was always the same three episodes. There was another show coming up that was a news show that I described it to my mom (who stopped by to visit) as being like CBS This Morning or CBS News or that one CBS show that runs on Sunday mornings. I looked it up on IMDB.com on an iPad in the dream and it said it ran from 2007-2009. I said that I missed that show.
There was a scene from one dream where I remember being late to something happening outside of a large mansion – like a wedding or some outdoor filming. I rushed up the far right side of a large audience sitting in white folding chairs and took a seat on the second chair in the front row.
* Name was changed
I dreamed that I was living with a male friend (not someone I know in waking life) and our place was weird. To get to my end of the house, I had to go down a metal ladder.
I remember a scene where the guy was being nice and spraying to kill the bugs in my area and said he wanted the dryer in his area. I agreed because I never use a dryer anyway.
All of a sudden, biting flies and spiders attacked him and he started smacking them. The bugs then attacked me and I kept smacking them dead, thinking eventually, I’d get them all.
This merged into a scene where I was getting into my car to escape the swarm. The swarm, including the wolf-spider-sized spiders. I stepped on one of the spiders and ground it into the floor of the car, but it wouldn’t die. I was on the phone with the guy and I told him, “These spiders are indestructible! They’re like monkey spiders!” I think I was thinking gorilla or King Kong when I said that.
I remember being at a nerdy friend’s house semi-helping him unpack after moving. He was talking about being in debt and in trouble with the police because they found out about some fraud he did with horse racing.
He had these flat sculptures of animals that were painted green with white squiggly lines. I thought they were neat and asked them if he still wanted them. He was very adamant about wanting to keep them.
I remember being part of some TV show/reality show and I was able to get a puppy to behave for this middle-aged obese woman. The dog was this neat copper color.
She looked dumbfounded when she was able to sit in the back seat of a van holding the dog. She said that has never happened before.
I folded a piece of cotton bedding and put it in a clear plastic case. I put it under her chair. I found a strip of fabric that was white on one side and red bandanna pattern on the other. I let the dog sniff it and explained to the woman the smell helps reinforce the training.
She said something like, “The universe is made of wires?”
I said, “Possibly.”
I was really sick last night from something I ate, so my dreams were vivid.
I’ve been marathoning the old Twilight Zones in waking life, so my dream started out as watching an episode. I remember being impressed with the filmmaking and how they made the scene with anti-gravity look more realistic than the crap you see nowadays.
This was all in black and white. The scene was with a few astronauts in semi-fitted suits I tend to always dress astronauts in my dreams along with helmets that were square-ish in the front. They were on the moon, which they made small enough that the ground curved between the astronauts’ feet. There were two on the surface and one hopped over asking the second to “anchor” him. They stood with their feet shoulder-width apart, one holding the other’s hand.
The third astronaut exited a spacecraft and floated to the others. The first guy reached up and grabbed the third guy’s hand and pulled him down. Normally, in today’s movies, filmmakers seem to just use a wire and harness in front of a green screen and you can tell by the strain the actors have keeping their body horizontal that gravity is pushing them down and it’s easy for them to swivel around to stand. In my dream, the guy in the episode appeared to be filmed in zero gravity or in water. He grabbed the first guy’s hand and used it to pull himself down. That wasn’t a lot of effort, but it took him more effort to turn his body (he had to move his knees up and back a little and twist his torso in a way a cat does when falling) to orient his legs to stand on the ground. Once close enough, he moved toward the surface as if it were a weak magnet and his boots were made of metal.
I was so impressed with this, I got on the computer (in my dream) and looked it up on IMDB. It said the episode was from 2004 and the series started in 2000. I was confused because I was sure I was only to the season filmed in 1961.
Later, I was telling my parents and my aunt at my parents’ house about this dream.
My aunt said she got a job as a Web designer for Donatos Pizza. I thought that was random because, although she is smart, she never really worked in Web design.
I visited her at her work and somehow, eventually got a job in a nearby cubicle. Some co-workers were angry about how the guy designing the image map needs to finish so my aunt can code the HTML to make it work. First, I was like, “Who uses an image map anymore??” and they said they only had two days to overhaul their current site. I stepped in and explained there is no way to do that in two days. I told them I’ve been doing Web design since 2002 and there needs to be planning involved and testing before launching a brand new site.
Sometime in all of this, the dean from the college I currently work at in waking life came out and said, “Since you’re Canadian, you might like this show I found…” I told him I wasn’t Canadian, but would like to live in Toronto for a while someday. He told me about some show that sounded like “Fan Pan” or “Pan Fam” or something like that. To remember it, I grabbed a pen and wrote it on my hand…well, really, my wrist. My palm was partly covered in a pen-drawn layout of a house. There were more things to remember further down my left arm. I fit “Pan Fam” or whatever in between. Of course, I had to mark it a few times because the pen I was using didn’t draw on my skin well.
Later, the work building was part of my parents’ house. I walked to the business side and someone was at my computer printing things. It made me a little angry – not that I was hiding anything, I just hate reminders that nothing is really ever “mine” and that everything is really only ever borrowed or used temporarily. I went through my pockets – I was wearing the black “professional” pants with the big pockets. I had two blocky electronic things – one was a power adapter, I think, but my phone was gone.
Instead of confronting the guy at my computer, I went looking for my phone. I kept finding more power adapters. I even went to the basement, but the stairs were weird. They were normal halfway down, but then were collapsed and served more like a ladder than steps. I felt it wasn’t worth my time because I didn’t go down there and there was nothing but trash strewn about.
I went back upstairs and told people I was looking for my phone and asked if someone could call it.
This switched to a black and white Twilight Zone with a little kid calling on a cell phone. I was like, “I understand Twilight Zone is science fiction, but a cell phone?”