I had too much caffeine and I had trouble sleeping (really, just being too aware that I was falling asleep).
I remember a fragment of being a young in a lobby with other young adults and we were on some kind of field trip.
We dressed as bees and part of our costumes were glasses. We had to pull the glasses out of a brown lunch bag and someone said they were harder than glass. However, I heard my pair snap. I said that mine sounded like they broke and the staff member said not to worry about it - that it can be fixed. I tried putting them on and the left side completely broke off. I tried holding it together and wearing the glasses. The material felt like a recycled plastic or at least a light, yet very durable plastic that I’ve only recently started seeing. I think they were 3D printed.
I remember a father character there that looked too busy to be there completely with the kids and I remember him telling me I didn’t need to go on this trip. He handed back some oval magnet/advertisement with a picture of a horse and rider jumping over a white fence.
On the far side of the room, there were large black containers with an outer plasticy metal layer that had a honeycomb pattern. They were about 8 feet tall and hummed. I thought there were bees in them.
The others went through a door on my left. I thought it reminded me a little of the Franklin Park Conservatory past the door.
In a more lucid dream, I had flashes of a silhouette of a guy on a bike during rainy night scenes. This was something I saw a lot around 5 years ago and wanted to put it in a story to represent something. In my dream, I was like, “The black guy on a bike is back!” I called him the black guy because the silhouette is pitch black, not that he was African American.
One of the scenes took place outside of the house on Wall that I used to live in. I thought it looked neat with the city lights reflecting off the wet brick pavement and there was a parked car with their headlights on behind the “black guy on a bike.” I saw my van across the street (in real life, that would have been the wrong side of the road) and tried to go to it before the bike guy got to where I was standing. However, I started moving in slow motion. It felt as if I was trying to run through water.
This turned into a total audial (sp?) dream with the following convo:
Young boy: Hello
Young boy: What’re you doing?
Me: I uh…
Young girl: I like it here!
This then turned into a false awakening where I thought someone was trying to open my door repeatedly, trying to break the chain.