Sleep, but Never Rest

I remember it was fun, but I half knew I was dreaming, I should have totally tried to remember it better.

The part I remember was at the beginning and being in an airport arguing over flights with some friends/past coworkers. For some reason I was ok with taking a longer flight with connections in northern Canada and Alaska (which at the time, in my dream, was having the coldest temperatures in history). Others were worried about the snow and ice delaying the flights and making it dangerous to fly.

I remember being strapped into some kind of seat and Axel* was strapped in to a seat to my left and I was talking to him and outside the window or opening, I saw a large structure appear out of the fog and we hit the structure and died.

I remember having a dream after that and knowing partly that it was a dream and I kept telling Axel*, who was suspicious of the whole thing.

* Names were changed

Pyromania

I remember dreaming about being obsessed with setting things on fire. I set some small things on fire at night that exploded, then a line of fire would travel to another object and it would explode or catch fire. It reminded me of the trailblazing part of Saints Row 2. It was outside of an old outdoor shopping center.

It was near a McDonalds and I remember trying to decide if I wanted to eat the fries I got with my meal at the drive through.

I also remember getting caught by a red light camera (this happened a couple of days ago while going to work when I was going too fast to slam on my breaks and there were 3 other cars going just as fast through the intersection) at night and I got frustrated at the $89 traffic ticket because the images in the dream showed me in the intersection when the light turned red. (I plan to contest the real life one, I rather get a speeding ticket for 5-7 mph over the speed limit than running a red light. I heard most red light camera tickets are thrown out if contested.)

I remember a part where an investigator was trying to find if I was obsessed with fire. So he showed me he was going to set a cage on fire that had a bunny in it to see my reaction. I semi acted scared of the fire, but I was really concerned about the bunny. I liked fire in the dream, but never wanted to hurt living things. Poor bunny. He didn’t burn (I had shielded my eyes with my hand), but somehow ended up dead.

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Modern Family episode

I’ve only seen 2 episodes of Modern Family and really like the show. My subconscious gave me a strange episode with funny dialog and extra characters.

It had something to do with the beach and the actress who plays the great-grandma on Raising Hope was in the episode. Some blonde chick what telling why too much information about her body and to get her to be quiet, the mom made some kind of deal with her to put up her hair in a ponytail and the blonde chick had a story about why her hair has never been seen down.

There was a repeating joke throughout the episode about using cell phones to put embarrassing videos of people on larger, nearby TVs. One was of the blonde chick (who was dressed like a model) as a nerdy middle school girl with long hair that covered her face in a weird way.

I remember this dream as both a participant, a viewer, and a producer.

The show was a reality TV show about ordinary people and a celebrity helping out a restaurant. This one was in California or some other place near the ocean with palm trees and a large population.

The restaurant had a long bar and was a made-to-order diner. The bar was a nice black surface with white specks. Our celebrity was Mike O’Malley (Jimmy from Yes, Dear) and he was making jokes a lot and making us all laugh with his ideas and criticisms.

The part of the dream I remember was waking up in a hotel room and going to the diner. I stood at the bar - it was awkwardly high for me and I remember seeing a flip mini-menu advertising healthy food instead of dessert and I loved the idea. I was about to go to the restroom, but the owner said I might want to wait since one of the staff just took 10 orders of liver and onions in there. I asked why and they said they made them fresh, but no one orders them, so they dispose of them in the restroom. So I was trying to think of marketing that would make liver and onions “sexy” for once.

While I was thinking this up (partly seeing myself behind/side from a handheld camera a camera guy had behind me), Mike was finishing a large order of the diner’s spiciest food. He was trying to prove it wasn’t spicy enough to challenge customers. He asked for another large order. I thought about trying it, but although I was ok with spicy food, I decided to pass. I remember the owner had a smirk when he got the second order ready.

I remember a part where the owner - an older, thin, but healthy man (reminded me of the good grill cook at work) - said that they will always make things to order. If his workers wanted to work in a “soup kitchen” (as he called the places with a limited amount of generic soup served reheated), they would not work here. The cooks agreed. One cook ladled out tomato soup in front of me - it was covered with a plastic cover.

I remember watching security camera footage from a hallway (with light coming in from windows) later. Mike had asked another cast member to take a look at something on his but or right below it. We were going to use it as a joke about him being gay or something . I remember commenting on how whatever he was having a problem with seemed to be bleeding through his boxer shorts in a spot that was square and about 4 inches by 4 inches. He rolled up his boxer shorts pant leg and the cast member saw it, looked concerned, and ran out of frame. The stain spread as Mike struggled to pull down his now drenched pant leg and I said, “It looks like it’s getting worse!” By the time he got it down to normal, he bent over and stumbled to catch is balance. He then fell to his knees - a stain appeared under his head, then face first onto the floor. He then rolled onto his back and we saw that he was bleeding from the nose, eyes, and mouth and we called 911.

Later, there was an establishing shot at first of a place with white water towers (cylinder-shaped) with sideways writing (maybe something about “Island”) and there was palm trees around them.

I remember looking out the window during a producer conference call (on speaker phone in an office). The guy on the far line said to get Mike a lawyer before he finds his own. If he gets his own, they might try to get more money than what’s reasonable.

“Some lawyers are in it for business. Too many. But some lawyers are in it for cancer. Find one of those,” he said.

One of my dreams involved working in an office space with cubicle. It seemed very like newspaper or broadcast journalism newsroom since I remember there being research being conducted and there was a since of chaos and urgency (the good kind), but I remember being part of a group being trained for the job. People were dressed very professionally.

I remember part of the dream was searching for a coworker who just randomly disappeared. Everyone else brushed it off, thinking he was on vacation. I was the only one trying to find him.

Later, in the same location, some guy killed himself because he felt alone, despite being surrounded by friends and caring co-workers. He shot himself in the middle of the office and I pictured in the dream that from his point of view, he closed his eyes, pulled the trigger, and when he opened them, the office was empty.

His “Hell” ended up being the world completely without people. Thinking he was “alone” before is nothing compared to being REALLY alone. None of the computers or any other communication device worked. He went everywhere and could not find a person. What’s worse, is that personal possessions showing identity were gone. No wallets, no pictures of people in empty houses, etc. Every once in a while, he’d convince himself he could go through a drive-thru, just to find the restaurant shut up and chairs upside down as if they were never open.

I also pictured if it was a guy who just wanted to be alone and hated people, his “Hell” would be the same location, but overpopulated.

My series of dreams started with having to help someone (some three-step process), but we (two other people and I) needed to find them out of a group of people labeled with letters. I was optimistic saying it’s only 26 people to look through. I later found out (after waking up after almost every person) that it was the GERMAN alphabet with the ß, ë, ü, etc.

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Somewhere in there, I was in a room full of people and some dictator came in with his bodyguards and everyone was afraid, except me. I showed it, too. Everyone kept looking down and standing up when he said to stand and sit down when he said to sit down and I just sat there looking at him in the eye as he enjoyed his power. He noticed it and picked “random” people, including me, to go into another room. I was the youngest. He wanted us to look at a financial plan and provide ideas on how to run the country. I gave my ideas and the others agreed for the most part, but I never understood why the dictator would trust us when he didn’t know us.

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In the next dream, “Betty” and I were getting food at some some restaurant and we both thought the server at the bar was cute. She, of course, went ultra flirty, and I ended up interrupting her to show the guy I lived closer and knew Columbus better.

He also worked at a small restaurant in German Village off of S. High Street. It was an old small brick building that was painted white and the restaurant name and menu were painted blue in an old baseball uniform/Coca-Cola font. In the sign it said it only sold hamburgers and hot dogs. (This was one of the things I finished the sentence at the same time as the guy and made Betty jealous.)

Later, Betty and I were dropping a stray puppy off at some pet place, who said they didn’t have enough money to take care of it. Betty decided that since we were on S. High Street, she’d walk to that restaurant. I gave her a vague description of where it was (2-3 intersections south), hoping she wouldn’t want to walk in her heels in 90-degree weather, but she did anyway.

There was a family friend at the pet place and I offered to drive him to my place since it was about a half mile north and said I didn’t think they should have to walk. 

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In another dream, I was at the same location, except this time it was a bed and breakfast. My boyfriend in the dream (auburn hair, go figure) and I were on a couch near the lobby waiting for other people or something. We were watching TV. I was bored and tired of being on the couch and wondered if we should just get a room and chill out there.

I remember a scene about meeting his family. He came from a family known for producing timber, but recently cut down (and wasted) acres of trees to grow cantelope looking melons to sell in the “Sugar Trade.”

I remember booking a flight on my phone to go back to some work thing in the Carolinas and come back. For some reason, I thought this would be a quick trip.

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Kara, Sean, and I decided to make it a trip. We got to a “airport” that was multi-leveled and futuristic looking. Our flight got there and Sean and I (we both had bookbags) walked across an internal bridge to get on first. About 20-25 people started pouring out of the plane and Sean shoved his way in before they were done exiting (this is not like him in waking life). Two of the passengers where my parents returning from vacation. My dad’s face was tan from being in sun and they were both happy just returning from a relaxing vacation.

Once the people got out, I was surprised it wasn’t more people. I thought maybe it was one of those small planes. Kara finally caught up and we got into the plane. It was a spacious area with three row of seats and isles on each side. The roof appeared to be see-through, but later, I realized it but have been projections that showed the outside.

I didn’t have tickets and they expected me to show them the tickets on my phone from when I ordered the flight. I remember looking up the texts and found one I sent to Sean saying we were flying JetBlue. 

By then, it was too late, they told me to take my seat. Sean had a seat further back and me and Kara had seats next to each other in the front row. They took off before I could buckle my seat belt. They had turbulence lifting off from the airport and Kara was REALLY worried. I was mostly concerned with trying to buckle and tighten my seat belt, especially when I started to feel weightless. 

By the time I looked up, it looked as if we were in space. I looked to the right and outside if the “window” were SEVERAL space crafts. It looked like a traffic jam. The crafts were shaped as a large rectangle on the bottom, smaller rectangle on the top and the sides were trapezoids. At the bottom were glowing blue circles that served as landing gear, propulsion, and connecting to other compartments. The sides were dark - another reason why I thought our “windows” were projections/screens. 

I saw the larger crafts - two to three compartments together - attach to a pickup truck-shaped container in front - that was the cargo. Ours, being smaller, was just box-shaped.

I knew in my dream that this form of travel was popular and cheap and the company who monopolized them wanted more crafts in the air, larger, filled with more people, and more cargo to the point it has become dangerous.

No one knew what the first turbulance was and thought it was part of the normal lift off.

The way the vehicle traveled was in bursts of speed and it would verbally say something like, “Speeding up” or “Faster” and then you could see the stars fly past and feel heaver in your seat. It reminded me of a Universal Studios or EPCOT ride.

Later, out of nowhere, we saw a giant orb light up in front of us. It was too late, our craft hit it and it also had some sort of pulsating gravitational field because it continued to hit it until into the earth’s atmosphere when we began to fall. Later, I was told this was created by a terrorist or another country.

You would think it would burn or something in the atmosphere, but the decent was not crazy fast, it was just uncontrolled and eventually crashed. While falling, people were screaming and I held onto Kara to calm her down. I wasn’t scared (just like the other plane crash dream). I had my eyes closed and when the movement stopped, I expected a cheesy white light or white space, but instead woke up in bed on a mattress from an apartment I lived in 2 years ago. On the left, the windows now were designed like the inside of a plane from waking life. 

The guy from the shop Betty and I were flirting with was a couple of years older, standing in the doorway to tell others I woke up. My first question was, “Am I dead?” And the guy said I wasn’t. I said, “whose idea was it to put plane windows in my room after almost dying in a plane crash?” He said it was me. I had amnesia and could not remember the last year or more. He explained I was no longer with the auburn haired guy, but was with “Charlie” (even though he didn’t make an appearance in the dream). There were buckets in my room. It started raining and my roof had several leaks and I was like, “So that’s what the buckets are for.” Outside, the cemetery had been converted to another similar apartment complex. A family was sitting outside and a kid rode a red bike up and down the parking lot.

I dreamed that I died from being hit by a car. I had no fear or worry and was pretty much along for the ride in your typical white space - heaven/death - area. I was shown by a guy in cliche white robes a scene where I’m a manager at a job. He said if I went back, that could be me. I agreed for some reason and remember getting hit by the car again and waking up on the ground by the car.

Again, death dreams generally come before a positive change in my life. Let’s see where I’m at in a month.

This also gave me a great story idea.

Yay. A death dream - usually means change in the coming month. Let’s hope it’s change for the better.

I remember having job interviews in my dream - the weird thing is if you didn’t get the job, you got killed off somehow. One way I was killed was with multicolored liquid spilled on the floor. It made the floor slippery and when you hit the floor, you breathed in deadly vapors. I went through this twice - once dying and once sliding easily on it to get away.

Another killing method was a record (like the old LPs) that played music that would kill the listener. With that one, I put it on and ran out of ear shot and waited until I saw that the record was finished. I also killed someone buy giving them headphones and I put on ones that played something different.

Another part of the dream, I remember saying something about how I recognized a room being above another and I was taken to the other room and killed there. I don’t remember how though.

In another dream, I was playing around with a web cam with friends and I randomly started talking about German and Rosetta Stone and asked, “What food is this?” in German and replayed the tape backward and it sounded like English. We tried it a few times with random German phrases from the program and reversed said random things in English.

Update: I started a new job on 01/07/2010.

I have violent dreams :P 

The basic theme of the three major dreams was that war had broken out in the U.S. and friends and I were trying to avoid getting caught in it. 

The first dream I barely remember. I was in a newsroom similar to the Lantern when it broke out in our area. 

In the second dream, Sean, Kara, and I were walking through the woods. The trees were kinda thin, so maybe October/November ish but I don’t remember being cold, but we had long sleeve jackets on. Sean had a heavy camouflage jacket. We set up a temporary camp and I remember Sean “ordering” us to fill empty gallon-sized milk containers with vinegar (it wasn’t the white kind) and then seal them with vinegar-soaked brown paper towels and rubber bands. He then walked off kinda angry, looking for something. Kara said she was worried and that he was going insane. I did what he said and was like, “What are these for??” 

The last one was creepy. I was sick in a bed of a small house near a window. The wall and the bed covers were green. Two other guys were there in camouflage and had assault rifles for protection. They were planning to eat and then leave. One of the guys was concerned about me and kept checking up on me from the doorway. I got sicker quick. I overheard the other guy tell him, “Don’t you see? She’s not taking a nap, that’s her deathbed!” Then he came in and showed that my entire left leg was infected and oozing. I had some scratches near my foot, but the infection traveled upward. He covered me back up. Eventually, the other guy talked the nice guy out of trying to carry me with them. By then, I was uncontrollably screaming and bombs and shooting where going on outside my window. The nice guy came in, took out his handgun, and said he’d “help me out” if that’s what I wanted. I was in so much pain in the dream that I nodded. He put the gun to my head and then…. 

It turned almost into a lucid dream. I couldn’t control it, but it’s like my Waking Self said, WTF? because just as he was about to pull the trigger, another friend (in camo) and others came rushing in and knocked his arm away. My friend asked him what he was doing and he guy showed him my leg. My friend tied a tourniquet around my leg (seriously, would that really help?). I got some ice and through it into the bathtub and then put me into it to take down my fever and gave me medication like Tylenol or something. He was like, “We need her!” The other guy was worried and confused. I was just plain confused. 

Then I woke up.

Originally posted on Facebook on in a note called “Randomness: Dreams from Last Night” on July 7, 2009.