From a speech-to-text note recorded when half asleep:
You know, a helicopter or plane. Definitely, some kind of military training and I remember even having headphones on to communicate. We had or I had a clipboard that had a [clear plastic] cover on it to protect it from the weather.
or if you still remember what was used (???)
And a guy that looks like [my coworker] was explaining that we would tell the two trainees with parachutes three to five [sentences] and before they jumped from the plane, that if they felt they were going to not make it, they could say their last wishes. If that included leaving everything to their dog, that would be okay, we would honor those wishes.
I really wanted to jump and was mad they only gave parachutes to the trainees. One of the trainees was mad that the other really would have given everything to her dog. The other, earlier in the day, out on some field, said she gave “zero fucks” about this other person.
Random parts I can still remember:
There was a part where I was part of some graduating class of Marines (I think). We had neat white Marine uniforms and everyone had a hat, but me. I went to go get one and the hats were weird and had to be folded over and before I folded mine, everyone was yelled at for even having hats. They took them off and put them on a table near where we were sitting. I put mine down unfolded so others could tell I wasn’t part of the group originally with hats.
There was a part where I was working in a technology position in what looked like a large high school gym or event space with only windows near the ceiling. There were large TV screens on the wall and our workspaces were open cubicles in circles – 5 to a circle, I think. The computer screens were flatscreens and the computers were PCs. We had a cartoon of some sort (maybe a collective game?) on the TV screen to run in the background as we worked. I thought it was funny how as adults, we worked well with cartoons playing at work.
There was a part where I had a boss and he dressed as Hitler for some reason. I returned some kind of form, turned back to my coworkers and said, “What am I to do when my boss is literally Hitler?”
I remember a scene where I had my hands cuffed and being led into a small room with a harsh overhead light by a guy in a military uniform. He strapped me to a cold metal chair with a car battery nearby. Supposedly, the guy was supposed to use it to give me electric shocks to get me to provide information about something.
I don’t remember if I was the person they were looking for or if I even had the information they sought. I remember thinking the goal was to get out and pass that “level.” The guy interrogating me seemed like he was intelligent and well trained in psychological techniques to get people to talk. He was my age and I kept thinking, outside of this situation, this guy is probably a great guy.
I tried talking my way out of the situation and tried to explain my position and make deals with him. I remember offering to help, but not in the way he was expected to get me to do so.
Every time he’d turn away, I’d look over at the battery and try to figure out how the chair was put together to see if I could break it or stop the shock he threatened. I remember looking at exposed wires and tubes that went up and along the ceiling and the walls didn’t go all the way to the top. I could see the tops of lights in other similar rooms. Someone in another room screamed in pain. I smiled, realizing that was why the walls didn’t reach the ceiling. They wanted everyone to hear the screams. I also questioned if the screams were real or recorded since they were obviously trying to scare me.
I think by the end, the guy ended up hypnotizing me. I blacked out the rest of the session and came to as I was being led back to my “cell” that was in a long line of other cells. I don’t remember pain, just memory loss and that feeling of grogginess you get when waking up.
Later, I remember helping break out people but found one guy too late. He was being brainwashed into being a different person with a new name. Just as we were trying to get out, some government people found us and only some of us were able to get out of the compound.
I remember being on a city street and a lady asked about something and I said I didn’t know. She started walking in the crowd and I yelled, asking if she was looking for places for sale.
She was looking for places to locate her store. I remember showing her a place on State Route 682, a main road in The Plains. There was another on the far end of E. State Street in Athens. Some, I found out were not store buildings, but small apartments in converted houses and I felt I let her down for not knowing about this.
The beginning dreams have less detail, now, but I remember playing someone else’s “dream games” (dream versions of video games). My complaint was how there wasn’t a huge difference in gameplay between them. They all had those “chest-high walls” (as Markiplier made a comment with The Last of Us) and I said each game was broken into three parts.
The first part was the part where you learn the skills and limitations of the enemy. Through trial and error and multiple deaths, you test if you can outrun the enemy, how the weapons work, whether the enemy can sense you when you’re crouched behind a barrier, do they sneak up on you or do they run at you aggressively. The second and third parts increased tension, but they were easier to get through because of earlier knowledge.
These were right before I woke up and took more thinking and strategy, so they had more detail and are easier to remember.
I remember the scenario involved three post-war (it basically removed the federal and state governments) factions. I thought the fact they fought each other was stupid because they all agreed on 60 percent or more about how to rebuild society. One faction was primarily black, which was only important because I played a version of myself (a white female).
I didn’t really align with one faction. I spent time sneaking around freeing captured people and delivering secret messages between groups.
The scene I remember was being in a large building with white walls and doors and had staircases. It reminded me of a statehouse or some other place that was previously built for government work. I sneaked into a set of double doors where one was partly open. There were two captured guys in camo uniforms sitting in old chairs with their hands bound behind their backs and gagged with a cloth tied around their heads.
I thought untying them and leading them through the hallway would be hard to evade detection, but the other set of doors going outside was locked from the other side and I couldn’t see who was outside. I left and snuck to a set of doors that went outside across from a staircase. I don’t know where I got these items, but I put on gloves and a motorcycle helmet to conceal the fact I was white (the “black” team were loading supplies outside, but I don’t know if they were the ones in control within the building). I put the helmet on as I walked out because I thought it would be suspicious to already have a helmet on leaving the building.
I left and went to an area I thought had a motorcycle, but ended up having occupied golf carts. I went to unlock the doors to the prisoner room, but when I opened the doors, the prisoners were gone and the double doors were opened differently than I left them.
The last thing I remember was going up a flight of stairs crouched down and seeing flashes behind the doors of another room. I thought it was someone watching something on a TV (it was loud and playing some ad). I remember the floor was polished marble and I was frustrated because of the lack of “chest-high walls.”
The second “anti-war” dream was a simple one where I was in a house (with a carport) with a cat and I looked outside and a snow storm was starting. There was already 1-2 inches and visibility was low. I saw two cats far apart from each other freezing and looking at me.
I opened my door and the closest one came in and I motioned to the second one like, “Yeah, you, too!” and it came. Once the second cat came over, the first hissed and hit it at the door. I said, “Hey! I’m saving you BOTH from freezing and starving to death. Why are you fighting????”
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.