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 seriously wish this dream comes true someday. It was awesome.
I found a sci-fi series that already had four seasons and still running that had a female protagonist and was set in the near future. The show dealt with the social and cultural aspects of artificial intelligence. The protagonist was a character that was good, but also had shady connections that required thwarting security.
The show was an “experience” where, if you viewed the episodes online, you could have an immersive experience using Google Cardboard and other apps to add to the story. The Google Cardboard/Oculus Rift parts dealt with seeing the environments the story took place in – one was as the protagonist in an alley and the “game” was pointing out areas that might have a security camera. Another part was playing a detective/law enforcement person and going through “police reports” and listening to interviews (using AI within the website) to fill in the backstory of the characters. While that’s going on, you can add security camera feeds that notify you of when motion is detected. Many are false alarms, but also some scenes that advance the plot and add to the backstory.
IT WAS SO AWESOME. I even dreamed I told my mom about it and tried to get her interested.
Part of that turned into a dream where I was in the protagonist’s character in a flashback. I remember being in her bedroom and that parts were visible from the stairwell in the three-story home.
Outside, in and alley, there was a structure with three garage doors. A friend who was a bit more gutsy with exploring and I got into it through a regular door. We found that there was a smaller garage with one large door within a “shell.” I switched to the gutsy character. As her, I found a side door and used a flashlight to look around inside despite the other character being worried. The space was empty except for a large cart/trailer thing with pieces of wood that were cut to be squiggly and painted orange. I thought they were part of a stage production. I also thought the location would be a good hidden location because no one would know that it wasn’t a three-car garage from the outside.
I remember going into a lab in a college where I worked and some professor came in with a student to have them make up an assignment. I remember being half-asleep (really it was because I WAS asleep) and tried to find a way to appear that I was actually being productive. I remember pulling up a map on my tablet and zooming in. There was also something about turning on more lights in the room.
Later, I was at a weekend conference at OU where I do work in waking life and someone visiting got the school mixed up with Ohio State. She had an OSU store/bookstore gift card and I told her if she didn’t use it online, she should still go up to Columbus because there are free things to see like the library and the museum (it’s free on Sunday) and parks.
I remember trying to figure out if I was in a lucid dream by saying, “If I am dreaming, I can…” and made up things. They would come true for the most part, but some things were not exact.
I woke up in my car outside of some apartments at night. I opened the door and I was parked in a parking lot across from a river and a sidewalk. It was a comfortable temperature (maybe 60s?). Some southeast Asian girl to my left was wearing a coat and sat against my car as if she were waiting for someone. She looked at me like I was weird for sleeping in my car. I probably had the same face because she was leaning against a stranger’s car while they slept in it.
About one spot away, there was a guy sitting in the passenger side facing the river holding a camera or cell phone videoing the people walking by. His friend arrived exiting a pedestrian bridge, holding some guy, helping him walk. It was too dark to tell if the guy was drunk, beat up, or sick.
I remember looking at a great skyline that was partly covered by some trees on the right and considered staying at the apartment for another year because the view was good. I don’t remember what city it was, though. Outside of a general LeVeque Tower-looking building and the open spaces between the buildings (so not a LARGE city like NYC), nothing stood out that I could recognize.
I remember being in the kitchen at my parents’ house and they had friends over. One let me unpack a collapsible/mobile weapon that appeared to be made of lightweight white plastic with a clear covering. I remembering making sure I didn’t accidentally pull the trigger while holding the main part of it while assembling it. I thought the lightness of it was neat, but the size of it didn’t seem very functional.
They wanted to go outside and play with the weapons. Instead of the neighbor’s house, there was an open field with targets. I wanted to try the weapons, but I was late for a movie. I knew the movie would suck, but it had been a while since I had seen a movie in a theater, so decided to do that instead.
However, I don’t remember actually seeing the movie.
This dream had a fast decay rate – I felt the memory disappearing as I tried to remember it. All I remember now is sitting in an airport and there was an ad to my right. It was one of those “sail” ads with a curved top. I remember Charlie* being there, behind me, but nothing else.
* Name has been changed.
I dreamed that I had gotten some kind of government job and visited the previous job and my boss from that job brought me into the restroom to talk. She’d only talk to me with the water running and me washing my hands. The new job people injected an RFID chip in my left arm and she thought it could record audio and thought the running water and the hand rubbing would interfere with the audio recording.
The Creepy Letter E – Part 2. GTA-like game. Washington office. Feeling cold near high-rise windows. Rose*? Elevator. Lobby with brown floor.
Riding a motorcycle – Orange? Rush to investigate. Free crackers.
Commercial. Store. Pimp. Two avatars. Spider in shower.
Sex + Revolution festival in a big city. Fireworks during the day. Graffiti on wall. Blond boyfriend driving backward. Bad traffic. My car. Double decker buses. Watching videos from festival. Adopting a cat. Make me fly. Meeting ended for pizza. 4 not 7 out of order.
Job at a news agency. OU reinstated a sports award program. The Daily Caller(?) Money lending. Rachel* steals my photo shoot by Ned* in a gray sweater. Printed news. I was so busy that I thought the upcoming conference would be a vacation.
* Name has been changed.
More notes from dreams I’m too lazy to write:
Seeing clearly. Lucid Dream. Threw purple rabbit over head and into the window. CSCC bear and binoculars. Looked out window. Back alley. Raining. Lawnmower sound. Girl and her father. Tall doors. Hanna Hart fighting with “Christine” [who was] anorexic due to subscription boxes for foodies according to Italian boyfriend.
Last minute presentation for a studio on Fourth of July. Couldn’t remember topic. Blue paper with sign-in info. Immersive tech vs. video tools. Laura. Boxed lunch. Spaghetti. Cole slaw. Dogs on the bus. I’m out of eggs.
Jane Lynch on a rampage with a chainsaw – electrocution. An object marrying another object. Job where I was part of a team that smoothed the ground. Evil eagles.
Ammonia/pneumonia makes the water heavier. Ships.
Writing a story about a scientist. Conference is in San Diego, but in Florida. 60+ hours to drive. Kept getting Yahoo! 136 min. Ghost in dorm. Bad door. Cats spider mouse. Radioactive. Boiling cold.
Archy with a “Y.” Getting a better seat.
This one, I might write down. Archy might have been “The Boss.”
I remember some movement where people wore these purple patches and badges to show they were part of it. The patch was lavender and had a phrase on it in bold, white sans serif font with the first and most prominent word being “No” or “Not.” I told them that it’s bad marketing and if they wanted their movement (which I didn’t agree totally with) to succeed, they would need to choose a symbol and use it instead of a lengthy phrase that people can only read if they know English and are close enough to read it.
There was a scene where I was working for some government job with two others. Our manager was in the room just passing the time. He reminded me of a manager from when I worked at the Census, where he was once in our position and mostly became manager because he length of time in the position. He was mostly there to make sure we did our work and helped answer our questions. We were adults with a good work ethic, so his job was easy and he was friendly. I remember wondering if I could ever have a job like his.
Part of the scene incorporated the noisy rooster from waking life crowing its head off outside of the place we were working.
I remember looking out of a front window of a house and seeing Kevin*, Stephen*, and another guy their age (about 5 years younger than me) that I assumed was a friend of Stephen’s from the military. They weren’t wearing uniforms, but their stances looked military and I already knew Stephen recently joined.
They were standing around a pile of large debris from what looked like a construction site for a house. I remember a door without a doorknob lying on the pile. Kevin was sitting in a lawn chair. The other two sat in lawn chairs on either side of him. Kevin lit a match and threw it onto the door. It caught fire quickly, but I felt it was safe because it was away from where I was and the surrounding trees. Stephen and his friend got up when the fire got bigger. Kevin stayed in the seat as if he knew it couldn’t hurt him.
I noticed what looked like gasoline “leaking” in a drip-like pattern, but it was like it was “falling” onto the underside of the awning over the small porch outside of the house. It “rolled” like a drop on a surface – part of it absorbed into the wood – until it hit the siding. Then, it ignited.
I moved away from the fire and was frustrated because I’d have to go outside in night clothes. There was another person in the house, so I thought I’d get them out first. I decided to call 9-1-1 on the way getting the other person, but couldn’t dial the number. After trying so hard, I realized I must be dreaming – dialing numbers into devices are one of the hardest things for me to do in a dream.
All this did was send me into a false awakening loop that played the same scene, but in different ways. I didn’t have any fear, it was more a frustration that they couldn’t burn crap without this gasoline thing happening.
I remember walking along a beach area at a fair or carnival with a friend. He was an older male, but this was the future, so I might have been the same age. We were there with his teenage daughter who wanted to buy material to make clothing. There were vendors and they were selling handmade and recycled items. It seemed to be a trend. The guy said he thought everything looked “ragged” and nothing looked new like it was when we were young. I said it’s a good thing the younger generation was learning how to have recycled things and to scavenge because their generation will have to face wars over resources, devastation from climate change, having too much trash, etc.
* Names have been changed