I remember plugging in something outside at night and running across a large yard to an intersection. There was a body on the yard I was about to jump over, but there was a helicopter that appeared overhead with its spotlight on me.
I ran back and unplugged whatever I plugged in.
I was in grad school at some university (maybe Kent State? It was in the Midwest and had Kent State colors) during the fall. I couldn’t take the classes I wanted for my major, so I took the most random ones I could to have enough credits to graduate. The class I remember was a cooking class. I had to park along a street and take a bus a block or two to a building the students called the “food building” because it was where most of the culinary classes were held and it always smelled delicious when you walked by it.
Some older lady randomly took my hand and helped me a couple of steps. I remember being at a cooking station trying to figure out what the class was about. I described it as a “hot pocket filling inside a large piece of ravioli”.
After some random action scenes I don’t remember, I was worried that I missed too much of class and an assignment. I looked at the syllabus and it was graphically designed well with actual visual elements for the dates and assignments. I had one more weekend to cook my first assignment.
I looked up from the page and saw a large bug. I yelled to my mom downstairs, “We have bugs!” Then saw that it was really a small reptile. I yelled, “Nevermind! It’s a lizard!” Then it started to mutate into some other conjoined yellow lizard thing and another one showed up in blue and they both started floating.
You would think I would have realized it was a dream at this point, but I had to “prove” it to myself. I yelled at the yellow one, “PURPLE!” And random purple dots began to bleed through the yellow fabric-like skin and overlapped, covering half its body. It then went to blue to match the other one. I said, “I’m dreaming!” and woke up.
I was an editor for the college newspaper and I was walking through a large lobby/lounge area to an auditorium. There were “protest” groups and some other tables set up dealing with comedy or student activities. I remember one guy had only a single thumb drive sitting on his table with no decorations. He also remained silent when people asked him questions.
I sat with a guy and girl at a table - they were editors, too. Bill Burr, the comedian, sat by us and gave us some free DVDs/Blurays of his work. He was a nice guy. The event we were at was a comedy/improv event put on by a student group. The wall was blue and there was some yellow/gold elements in the room as well. Our tables were round and covered with blue table cloths.
I remember at one point, I was on stage and holding a mic. The guy on the stage doing improv told the audience about some gorgeous, beautiful person. The comedy club member in the audience chose some old guy with wispy white hair and missing teeth to go up as this person.
I was looking out of a door of a house. There was a nice porch - the floor of it was painted 18 percent gray, but due to the sun being partly covered by clouds, it had a pastel blue color. It was the end of fall and most of the leaves were gone from the trees. What leaves were left were being blown away with the wind. A lady with her hair up stood in the yard holding a knitted shawl over her shoulders. She put some of the loose strands behind her left ear and said, “A storm is coming.” Then, she looked to a spot to my left and turned and walked away.
I looked up and saw that dark clouds were coming from behind the house I was in on both sides. I looked to my left and there was this tall guy who looked like he stepped out of an AMC western. He had a dirty face, handlebar mustache, and an old 1800’s western hat. He just stared at me. He had that “foreign” feeling that I’ve had only once before when I had a dream with the “Charlie” character.
It creeped me out. I don’t even remember his long mustache blowing in the wind and he looked too large for the area he stood in. I went inside and locked the door. I laid down on the couch and expected to see the guy’s shadow, but never did. I still felt him outside, though. I tried to sleep and woke up.
Note about the “observers” in my dreams:
When I first started to call them “observers”, the first dream with that strange foreign feel was caused by “Charlie” when he moved about in a dream of mine and reacted and talked to me differently than the other characters in the dream. The other characters appeared to be confused by the presence of the observer. After a while, the foreign feeling went away, but the Observer-Charlie still watched and tested me in dreams (cool stuff, like shooting, controlling futuristic technology, operating vehicles, etc.). The last time I had a dream about/with Observer-Charlie was one where he kept telling me he was dead and to not contact him and that that dream was the last time he would see me. I didn’t believe him. Now, I have a random 1800’s western guy watching me? I’m SO using this crap in sci-fi stories I write. I love my subconscious!
- Fell asleep: Around 1 a.m. without effort
- Woke up: Around 9:00 a.m.
- Caffeine intake day before: 240 mg (2 cans of Rockstar Pink)
- Caffeine last consumed: 8-11 p.m.
- Book read before bed: “The Cell” by Stephen King
- TV watched before bed: “Bar Rescue”
- Other: Moved heavy boxes the afternoon before, woke up very stiff and sore, mostly in my legs. It’s possible that I moved my legs in my sleep. Used heating pad on highest setting, temp indoors still around 65 degrees.