I haven’t had time to do full posts about my dreams until now and sadly, much of them I can no longer remember. However, I’ll do my best based on the groggy Facebook status updates from the past week or so. They will all be back dated.
Had a dream last night where I was able to reflect superpowers. I saw a man use a power to make waves for his four year old to play in at a city beach. I wanted to see if I could do the same. I ended up causing a small tidal wave and almost drowned.
Hope on Facebook
I had a dream last night that I went on vacation with my family, some guy I like, and a stranger who ended up being a fun person to hang out with. We were wanting to extend the vacation, but thanks to a winter storm named ‘Prince William,’ we rushed to get home.
Hope on Facebook
“Man, crazy dreams. I dreamed I was part of a group set out to bomb a building.
The dream was so weird. We weren’t out to hurt anyone, just blow up part of the building. The character played by Jessica Biel was the one who was going to wait until everyone left and trigger the bomb at 1:11 a.m. Then, she flaked and I was put in charge of detonating the bomb. So many people were in on this plot, it was hard to know who wasn’t.
Even the very nice, soft spoken administrative assistant was part of our group. She was so cute because she felt so bad after letting something slip. lol”
— Hope on Facebook
So here’s what I remember almost two weeks later:
I remember sitting on a friend’s couch and he and Biel’s character leaned over and Biel’s character said that we must blow up part of the building I work in in waking life. We were all in agreement.
Biel’s character was supposed to place the bomb on my floor and trigger it at 1:11 a.m. We didn’t want to hurt anyone, but I didn’t understand why we couldn’t have done it around 10 p.m.
I also found out that the administrative assistant, a very nice, soft-spoken woman who always seems happy, was in on the plot and so were most of the faculty on my floor. It’s like, they all wanted to see this happen. Because so many people were in on this, I didn’t know who I could talk to about it. Several of the faculty members packed up a lot of their office things to take home with them.
I was over-detailed about how to hide who was to blame that in one part, I was in the main lobby/lounge near the fireplace looking at my photography equipment. The admin. assistant came over and had me go back to the dean’s office to introduce me to a new employee.
One of the bomb plot group members walked out of the door and I rushed back to my stuff, pretending to be worried about being robbed. He was supposed to steal my camera and hide the bomb (in a small-ish case) in my bag. Instead he left an old dSLR from 2004. I was like, this makes NO sense.
Then, I was informed that Biel’s character flaked out on her part of the plan and it fell on me to see it through. I planned on hiding the bomb in my office and working late. Then, I’d put it in the lobby before 1:11 a.m. However, I remembered the nice night custodian might either (a) find the bag and put it back in my office to be nice or (b) get hurt.
My original role was to act like a photojournalist/reporter and interview a top-level employee in another building for an alibi and to keep her from getting hurt. Now, I was expected to be in two places at once!
The admin. assistant said something in front of a co-worker that she thought gave away too much info and she looked worried. I played it off, asking about the “assignment” I was supposed to do and that I didn’t know where I needed to be.
That’s when a security guard came over to us and said, “We need to talk…”
Then, I woke up.
I don’t remember much, but there was a scene where I was trying to get a bad guy to let some old friends go.
At one point, the bad guy offered me food, but I thought it was poisoned or drugged. My friends made me feel bad that I haven’t found a way to free them, yet. One friend, Sam*, was tied up but was able to spill apple juice into the food the bad guy wanted me to eat, rendering it inedible.
* Name has been changed
I remember walking toward the back of a bar/restaurant and feeling like I’ve been there before. The place was sparse as if they just opened the place with some cheap faux wood round tables and vinyl and metal chairs in the main area. There weren’t too many decorations and didn’t even have an “atmosphere” that most bars and restaurants that I’ve visited have. There was a small group of about three people hanging out at one of the tables near the bar and there was a bartender.
I remember looking around and remembering that there was a room in the back the last time I was there that was more of the place you could relax in. I walked to there and found it as a complete wall. I could tell that there was a door there, but it was filled in and plastered over.
I went back to the other side of the place where there was a doorway and hallway to the restrooms and I thought I could get to that room that way. I found an old door to the room with a “shabby chic” effect on the door. I tried opening it, but it was secured with a nail or something near the top, so I gave up.
I went back to the main room and near the hallway doorway and found a doorway to a dark room and further back in the room, an open door to outside. The room only appeared dark because of the sun coming in the far door was so bright.
I was bored exploring this place, so I thought I’d go outside. I was a little apprehensive because I really don’t like being able to see my surroundings in dark rooms. I assume people could be there for bad reasons or objects in my way. I decided to just rush to the door and not worry about it.
About 1/4 the way to the “bright light” door, I felt people grab me and pull me back to the restaurant. It wasn’t forceful, it was like friends looping their arms around mine. It felt like three people.
The dream went lucid a little and I thought I could change my interaction with these arms pulling me back, like shaking hands and giving high-fives. In the end, they went away and I started toward the light again. Two very long arms grabbed me by the legs and pulled me back. Again, it did not feel forceful.
I woke up with my left arm asleep and, while half asleep, worried that this “bright light” thing was similar to some near death experiences and I thought I was sleeping in a way that cut oxygen off to my brain. Since I was alive, I was like, “Woohoo! I’m alive!” and went back to sleep.
I had a lot of dreams when I passed out from being sick - most of them about getting ready and leaving for work.
Outside of that, I remember a small scene with Charlie* asking me what I was doing as I tried to climb up onto a wall made of stones. I think there were other people nearby, all looking in one direction.
* Name has been changed.
I watched Rent on Netflix last night and ended up dreaming a scene in a musical about a guy and girl “soul mates” missing each other by merely seconds for years, then finally meet. One song had lyrics like, “You’re just around the corner from the rest of your life.” It was cute.
Maybe it’s from watching Revolution, but I had a post-apocalyptic dream. A group of people and I were camping near a lake that had hills around it (like southeast Ohio hills).
There was a scene near sunset where one of the young girls found out some news about an impending danger. She had to warn another camp, that her boyfriend was with, about it. She jumped in the lake and started swimming. I remember she had a faded purple hand-kitted top. I jumped in and swam after her because the other camp was a couple miles by water and I knew she wouldn’t make it.
As I was swimming, I was worried that I’d catch up with her so far out that we couldn’t make it back. I had hoped that a guy who was a faster swimmer would get her. I jumped in only as a gesture.
Later, there was a scene where something called a “blast wave” went buy on the water and churned the water as it went by. It “bounced” off a hill and went back. I hoped that it would just go back and forth, but instead, it came at us.
It looked like glass or a liquid as it came closer, distorting the view behind it. When it hit, it was like a big gust of wind. An older lady in the group said it leaves radioactive air behind it, but the women in the group can survive it longer than the men.
Bread and Fish
I remember taking a test and then attending training in a college classroom.
Two guys demonstrated a weapon that looked like a small blue plastic handgun that fired a stream of blue/green fire. I thought, if I knew those existed, I would have gotten a better grade on that test!
A girl in the group didn’t like that this was going to be a two-week training course and asked if she could somehow finish it in three days. I don’t remember the answer.
Later, the training class was getting bread and fish (there’s a biblical reference in there somewhere), but the fish was whole freshly caught fish. I remember throwing a Pepsi can into a weird recycling bin and looked back and was going to lose my spot in line! I was carrying too many things - an almost empty bottle of hand lotion, some other item, and a disposable plate with too much popcorn. I remember eating the popcorn and wondered why we are getting bread and fish after being served way too much ice cream and now popcorn. I accidentally spilled my popcorn on the table, but was next in line, so I thought I’d go back in a few minutes to clean it up.
Once I got to the part of the line with the trainers, the trainer disappeared, like, went invisible. I thought it was a problem with my contact lenses since I could still hear him. He had a heavy German accent and sounded like he wasn’t confident in his knowledge of English. I kept finding popcorn stuck to my mouth and would eat it and wipe my mouth, apologizing. Having my mouth full probably didn’t help him understand me. I couldn’t understand him because I couldn’t see his lips and the crunching of the popcorn was loud in my head.
Eventually, he gave me an example: he said what high school he went to and what the mascot was. It was something with “cats” at the end. I told him what my high school and their mascot was, but didn’t understand why it was relevant.
Then, I woke up.
I’m posting what I remember in separate posts, starting with the most recent.