Finally remembered a detailed dream that had a length of time associated with it. It’s been so long since I’ve had one and I started to get worried.
I remember walking down a flight of wooden stairs to a beach. The steps were dusted with sand and the railing was a plank of wood. I was taking the steps well and I thought, “Oooh…I’ve lost weight!” Then, I found I was able to hold my weight up completely with my left hand on the railing. This should have made it lucid, but instead, I thought, “This is great! I should do this with my right arm to make sure my arms don’t get unevenly strong.”
I got to the sand and thought it might be easier to take the steep grassy hill to my right to go back up the hill rather than the steps.
I walked out into the water - I don’t remember any distant land, so it was a large body of water.
I walked down the beach and found a chair to sit in to relax in the water. However, the waves were big and coming from the right (south, I think). Some waves were too big and went over my head, causing me to breathe in water and cough it out. After a couple of times, I moved the chair to face the waves more so I could anticipate when to hold my breath. Then, a wave hit me from the opposite direction. I thought (as I was coughing up the water), “How is that even possible???”
Enough water hit me that I eventually passed out.
When I awoke in the chair, the water was very calm. I got up and walked back to the steps.
Later, this guy, Andrew (who went by Andy), and I went exploring the area. Along the water and beach were hills with neighborhoods. We got to a place with two roads, one lower and one higher. He offered to carry me to the top road.
For some reason, a portion of the society were able to transform partly into animals (I should have questioned this) and Andy could transform into an ant. I thought it would be a small ant and wondered why transforming into a small bug would help him support my weight. He said that ants can lift things why heavier than them, partly because of their exoskeleton distributing the weight more evenly (I’m not sure how true this is in real life). He transformed into a large ant with a human head and I rode on his back to the upper street.
I got off and thanked him and he said he’d explore the lower street and we’d meet in an hour.
I walked down the neighborhood street and I remember the sun being lower in the sky for 4 p.m. and saw leaves on the ground. I assumed it was early fall.
I found an old one-story building on the right that looked like an school building built in the 1950s. I went in and went immediately into another door to my right. The first area was a “check-in” or “security” area and I just pretended I belonged there and no one went after me. I walked down a hallway laminated/waxed floor with yellow tile on half of the walls. There was sunlight coming in through doors at the end of the hall and made the old-style fluorescent lights look rather dim.
Some people walked out of rooms to my left and they didn’t recognize me, but asked if I was going to the training and encouraged me to follow. I followed them into a room with desks in a near circle. I ended up choosing one that faced most of the class and was to the left of the instructor.
I found out it was some kind of astronaut school. I thought that was awesome and wondered if I could sign up despite sneaking in illegally. The instructor was female and seemed to have a passion for drawing. Her notes were covered in doodles. The weird thing was that she would start a paragraph of dialog and if I said anything, even if it was saying, “that’s cool” and “neat idea!” she would stop, blink, look at me annoyed and skip to the next section. She did this also when she told us to draw something to represent us and showed a neat abstract pencil drawing. I told her that she was a good drawer and again, she moved back, blinked, looked at me annoyed, cleared her throat and started on the next section.
I knew the hour was almost up, so I left even though I was worried leaving was inappropriate at that time. I walked back to the front door. I was surprised I could walk around without someone confronting me since this was supposedly a government operation. I went to the security area that reminded me of the one I went through when working for the census. The guy manning the window was looking away from the window, focused on a computer screen in the back of the area. I remember he was wearing a blue sweater.
I shook my head and left out into the small covered area outside of the door. Children were playing in the grass to the left. I assumed they were from the old white houses across the street.
I walked back to the main street and wondered if I should go looking for Andy. It was nearing 5:30 and I didn’t know if he was still looking for me.
I walked down the street, which was a hill that went down and turned to the left (northbound). Two friends from high school were talking nearby, but I avoided eye contact so I wouldn’t have to get into a conversation. They started walking in different directions and one went along the road I was going.
Eventually, we did say hi as we went into a four-star hotel lobby at the end of the street. She excused herself and went to a set of metal elevators.