Sleep, but Never Rest

This dream was probably influenced from watching the behind-the-scenes material from “Cloverfield.”

I don’t remember real details other than a baby reptile being locked in a cage with wooden planks because people thought he was dangerous. However, he was really kind, but was being bullied by other animals. He was sad in that cage.

He later grew too big and still only wanted to make friends and live a happy life, but he ended up accidentally terrorizing a neighborhood and everyone hated him. :(

Wow. Lots of dreams last night! Let’s see if I can remember any…

I remember being at some convention-like/training area with a lot of people. We were being tested on random things. I remember one scene involved each player having to shoot a target in the sky with a bow and arrow. A lot of times, this was the face of a loved one and the weaker players couldn’t even shoot. 

When it was my turn, I had already had a reputation for being a good gamer/finding ways to bend game rules to win, so the crowd was interested in seeing how I’d do with this event. Since I’m desensitized and would have no issues putting an arrow through the fake face of a loved one in the sky, I was feeling pretty good about this game. However, they knew how I was and instead of a large target of a loved-one’s face, it “cycled through” images and ended on a tiny dot target. The crowd even went “Ooh!” since it didn’t take bravery or cleverness, it took skill.

I think I hit the target.

In the end, I was one of the highest scoring players. I remember this whole dream being in a haze of orange/red with gritty black dust.

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I remember being in a dream where my bedroom was an office…

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I remember learning some computer coding language that had objects that were thought as puzzle pieces and the objects began and ended with # and it was to symbolize how they fit together.

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I remember walking out of a building to my car and it had rained. It was one of those Ohio rains that lasted 5 min., but there were 1-2 inch deep puddles of water everywhere. While I was taking photos of my car, the weather got bad again and wind knocked a tree limb onto my car. Luckily, I was bending down at the time because the limb fell right over my head. I also remember tree limbs being tossed by the wind on the street.

This merged into a dream where I remember wearing clunky high-heels (gold and clear) and trying to go up and down stairs at a crowded party.

I remember being a character in a plot where after some event, a corrupt fat guy self-appointed himself mayor of the city. We still had electricity, but something else happened to create chaos, etc.

I remember having microphones set up and I had headphones on listing to the mayor talk to his friend.

I was in a house (ranch-style) across a lawn from the house the mayor and his friend were in. Also there was Jason C. from work (I really liked the layered shirt he was wearing lol), a woman that looked like the mom on “Home Improvement,” and at least one other older man. I remember the woman was very talkative and was freaking out.

The mayor started to tell his evil plan and for some reason, I quickly handed the headphones to Jason to listen. I think he was somewhat in charge of our group. The woman kept talking loudly: “What’s he saying? What’s going on? Is he planning to kill us? Well, say something!” I told her to be quiet, but she didn’t listen. I actually hit her in the arm to shut her up.

“Insomnia = stress-filled nightmares and a strange dream about a movie that turns Winnie the Pooh into an evil alien story where Robin(?) was trained by his parents to fight evil “Poohs” that look like giant yellow bears. Half of the movie was in Portuguese and I was watching it in 3D and it was not that good.

 I can’t remember much past the part where he is called to the principal’s office and told that 7 of his family members have disappeared. He asks, “Do you think it was the Poohs?” The funny thing was the movie was closed captioned and they put the Portuguese over the English subtitles.” — Hope on Facebook

The movie started with a kid (Christopher Robin) is sparing with sticks with his father that’s dressed in a Winnie the Pooh costume. Weirdest movie idea.

I remember being pissed off later because I woke up and couldn’t figure out what happened between the movie and waking up. I was worried I was losing my memory. It was just because it was a dream.

I remember the name “Emily” made out of masking tape on the padded walls of the school gym. Tigger was represented by someone holding a baby tiger.

This was an unexpected plot dream. I thought of it as two dreams, but it was interlocked, so I guess it would technically be one dream.

I remember half being in it as the young main character and half watching. The main characters were a man played by Tom Hanks and a young boy. The man was the boy’s mentor and since he did not have children of his own, treated the boy has his son.

The man was an owner of several businesses - some that prospered for some time before failing and he tried to teach the boy not to be foolish with money, but there would be times to take risks.

Although he appeared middle-aged, he often would see the world as an old man. Changes, failures, endings of eras didn’t seem to devastate him as it would younger men.

There was a scene in the dream where he stood by the boy and they both looked at the hollowed out shell of one of his failed business buildings that was torn/burned down. It was located in some woods (this was the early 1900s). There was a very old, strange tree that grew on the right side of the building and limbs that hung over the roof. All you could see in the building were the floors and stairwells. The man said, “I always wondered what it would look like to be able to look through the walls.”

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CUT TO:

Me as myself controlling some distant, large computer screen with a remote that was a white square with gray circles. It was thinner than my cell phone and felt light.

I was in some kind of control room and queued up some “game” at the command some alien-like beings that I could not see for a human (again, I assumed they were in another room) to play.

The screen had a shape mask of an “X” but it would move around the screen and grow and shrink. Different green “options” would appear one at a time on the screen, slowly at first, then quickly. The person was supposed to select one as a “wish” but I felt it had something to do with selecting a “genre” or subject for dreaming.

When I saw it speed up, I thought it was bullshit because the human would try to chose something good, but it went so fast, they could just say they landed on something bad. Part of the “slower” time, options like “war,” “famine,” etc. showed.

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I remember being in a large house with a female roommate and we ran out of lightbulbs and had no light in the house. I eventually found the last lightbulb and tried to think of a way to go from room-to-room or decide what light I’d put it in to light as much as I could of both major rooms (both kitchens). Later, I remember starting to organize the kitchen drawers so we knew where the lightbulbs would be in the future.

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CUT BACK TO:

The control room.

After the human didn’t pick from the options, I became impatient. Then, I realized I was supposed to be the one to pick.

I thought, “I got this. I’m good at the light-games at Gameworks and Dave & Busters, so this can’t be that hard!”

I let go of the controller and it “fell” toward the ceiling as if it were lighter than air. It landed on a ceiling fan blade, then fell flat to the ceiling. I thought, “How am I going to pick that up??” Then, I thought I would just use a grabber.

I stepped up to the screen and touched it.

It landed on “School Loan Repayment.”

I thought, “Well, that’s a lame dream topic.”

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FADE TO:

Combination of themes.

I remember the father character in the dream saying I received mail, but he didn’t trust it.

I later opened it and it had both “test scores” and a letter about paying off my student loans faster if my test scores were good.

I decided to fill it out and I remember there being a long number at the top and the letter explained that the numbers represented the time it took me to take the test. I apparently finished it in a little over two and a half hours - quicker than the average of three hours and 15 minutes.

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LATER:

I was/followed the plot of the boy looking at a crazy high amount of student loans. The man was broke and in debt at that time, so he couldn’t help him pay them off. However, part of the letter spoke about how time could be converted to money and vice versa. The boy didn’t quite understand what that meant.

The man said that he took care of the loans and paid them. As he said that, he lifted up his sleeve and revealed “screens” (like the old Gameboy dot-matrix screens) that appeared “bolted” or screwed into his left arm. They ranged in dimensions, but were all around 1-3 inches wide. The ones higher up on his arm were blank or all zeros.

The boy looked at the paperwork. He knew the man was broke, so he couldn’t understand how he could afford it.

“How much did you pay off?” the boy asked.

The man looked at his new screen near his left wrist.

The camera panned back over to the boy.

“How much?? How much did you pay?”

It panned back and the man was on the ground trying to push himself back up. He only had seconds left.

The man quickly told him to be better with his money than he was and to keep the “Templars” alive. (I think this was his company name or last name?) The boy was sad that his mentor was dying and hugged him.

When the count down hit zero, the man collapsed and appeared to grow old fast. He, however, didn’t die. He was just old and was allowed to die normally as a VERY old man.

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So, yeah, I think I could turn part of that into a story.

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Separate dream:

After trying to remember the above dream and recite it over and over while sleeping, I had a dream where I was with my dad in some house and I was telling him how I “write” from dreams.

I had a pocket watch for some reason. However, I did not pay attention to the time.

My dad wanted to create the character and back story first.

I told him, I usually dream of an event, then fill in the back story. That what will happen will be someone will knock, then the room would explode!

We talked about something else and I got into a ready stance and told him, “Hey, when we’re done with this scene, I HAVE to tell you about the awesome plot dream I just had!”

So I pointed at the door and said, “First, there will be a knock.”

Someone knocked on the door. My dad was not supposed to answer it, but he did and I remember bright sunlight coming through…

…then my alarm went off.

So I remember driving at night in a city. I think I missed the street to turn on and was almost at a dead end that had train tracks (I remember  the railroad crossing sign). I was at a weird part of the block where the intersections were close, so I moved up and stopped when I heard ambulance sirens. I was on a bridge with a round white guardrail to my right. I was going to turn left down the next street, but waited because I saw the ambulance lights flashing in the windows of the brick buildings there.

I remember getting really drowsy as if I were having a sleep attack, but I forced myself awake.

A car pulled up behind me and I thought the driver would just get impatient and drive in the oncoming lane to go around me - hopefully not when the ambulance was turning. I put the car in park and wondered if I should put my blinkers on.

I heard the driver (and maybe the passenger) get out and saw their silhouettes walking toward my car. I put the car in drive and turned down that road on my left and sped away.

Note: I thought in the dream I was around the D.C. area (I only ever visited the city once, for 6 hours, in waking life) and I found that the guardrails match D.C.’s guardrails: See the image from Google Maps/Streetview.

Later, I had three dreams that I kept waking up from, but not all the way. I thought I was dreaming about the work I did in waking life, but it was really false awakenings and the “work” I was doing was from an internship in the dream. It was something where I had to fill in values in an Excel-like table.

I dreamed I was interning at a crime unit in a police station or something. I was given “IT” work to do, but I remembered listening to them talk about a serial killer.

For some reason, we kept our department lights turned off, so the whole dream was lit by computer and TV screens, blinking lights from the large servers we had in the room, and one projection screen. The large room we were in also was in a larger building that was part of a mall-like place. It was near New Years I think and my friends and I planned to hang out there after my shift.

They found some information about a Sun_____ (can’t remember the brand name) Systems or something like that. One of the agents (or maybe it was another staff) said they recognized the name, but couldn’t remember where. They did that cheesy thing where they tried to calm him down and have him try to remember where the last time he saw that logo. He still couldn’t remember, but thought that it had something to do with cooling.

One girl got on a computer and looked it up and found that the brand/logo is from a heating/cooling company and their air conditioners are found all over the place - usually in server rooms of big corporations.

The guy said, “That’s right!” and told them he remember seeing it when he worked at a office park in an area nearby.

I was bored and went “exploring” the room and found where one of the people involved killed himself. It was so dark, but I remember walking to the spot (that was supposedly cleaned up) and then looked at the TV on the wall.

It was a news report showing security footage of the guy getting up from his chair, putting a gun to his left temple and blowing his head off. It was really gory and I thought, “Wow, they really showed that on TV?” and then showed the same event from another angle. I started to look away thinking, “I REALLY don’t need dreams about people shooting themselves in the head. I might sleepwalk and I hide things like scissors and razors to avoid accidentally doing stupid things like cutting or shaving my head in my sleep. Imagine if I had a gun.” *Shiver* The news changed to war violence.

I sat down in the office chair - it was cold, almost as if it were wet. For some reason I was thinking, “so this is where the guy was and he stood up - I’m not standing up, too lazy - and shot himself.”

I don’t know why, but I pushed the chair away and sat on the floor - it was colder and obviously wet. I thought it was condensation from the A/C units around me cooling the computers and servers. There was a blue? tarp on the table and I was surprised when I grabbed it how liquid dropped down my hand. It was cold, but obviously did not flow like water. I tried to look at it in the light from the screens.

While this was happening, a young female agent with short black hair was going over stuff with a slightly older male agent with brown hair. You could see on her face (lit by the projection screen) a growing suspicion of the male agent.

I finally was able to make out a dark red liquid on my hand and realized I have been sitting in blood that whole time. I got up and was able to make out the Sun____ Systems logo on a A/C unit right next to me. I rushed over to the female agent and whispered (a little too loudly) “WET blood!” I meant to convey someone was killed very recently - this isn’t from the suicidal guy. I said, “WET!” to emphasize the point. She nodded and understood and pointed for me to run away.

I ran out of the room into some other rooms - one was a daycare or something - and the door leading outside had a rubber thing holding the doorknob to keep the doorknob closed. I was able to remove it quickly, but the blood on my hands made it hard to turn the knob. Luckily the female agent came running to help.

Then I woke up.

I guess I could have slept in, but I liked the premise of this dream, so I had to write it down and will some day write a story or script of it.

It was like the movie “Premonition”, but set over 10 years starting 2001-2011 with the main character believing she is from the future and spends every other day in the past.

The scenes I remember in my dream:

• The main character girl is not popular nor unpopular
• She just did enough work, at the last minute usually, just to get by and was normally late in high school. In the future, she is 5 min. early, still waits to the last minute to do work, but does the best work possible. She does this from day one for senior year after returning to the past and the teachers notice.
• She walked through the halls thinking that she is her future self, which in comparison is more aware of her surroundings, more confident, and does random acts of kindness. So she decides to talk to and befriend the popular guy at the same time, help out the unpopular more than she did when she really was 17.
• The “popular guy” was part of a crowd (similar to the “preps” we had in my high school) that was over-achieving and talented and into several extra curricular classes. This allowed them to have power to do pretty much whatever they wanted in school, as long as they kept doing well in classes. It wasn’t hard for them because they were the money-makers and the money-givers. One group of siblings, the Hamptons (name used in the dream), were rich and donated tons of money (and talented children) to the school. The “popular guy” in the girl’s class was not popular by choice. He hung with the Hamptons to make it through high school, but was an everyday guy once outside of the clique. It was pretty easy for the main character girl to befriend him - she treated him like an individual and was not gossipy like the girls in the Hamptons group.
• I remember a part where I was playing the main character in the future at a bar some friends invited her to for their birthday. She bumped into an old high school friend who filled her in on some of the background of people she hadn’t seen since high school. One guy the old classmate talked about looked like “Joey” from the show “Friends” when he was in high school.
• I remember taking to the popular guy as the main character walking down the hall of this decent-sized school. The “Joey” look-alike walked ahead of us because we were taking “too long” to get to practice. We walked slowly because it was one of the few times to spend together and chat. By then, the popular guy already heard my weird story about time travel, but wasn’t sure what to believe, but liked that it was unique and something interesting to talk about. I was making “predictions” of future technology and what people would be doing when they grow up. I told popular guy that he’d be in the military for a few years right out of high school. I told the “Joey” doppelganger that he would serve in the military, too. (The friend in the future told me this, but didn’t know what happened to him later on.) “Joey” looked at me like I was crazy - as if serving never really crossed his mind. He shook his head and walked on murmuring, “what in the world would ever make me go into the military?” I almost said it out loud: “9/11”. Then I realized 9/11 hadn’t happened, yet.

So right after that I was telling them that this would make a great TV show. Then I realized I was dreaming and woke up.

Here’s the other details I’ll add that I didn’t actually dream visually:

• The story is set in 2001 and 2011 as a contrast between the technology and way of living. in 2001, we didn’t have many cell phones and there were people at my school who barely got on the Internet, the Internet was SLOW out in a rural town. Economically, I don’t remember it being too bad in 2001 vs. 2011 Great Recession recovery. The president serving in 2001 was one that lost the popular vote, but won the election vs. first black president with a birther movement that continues for years. Even our language was different in 2001. No one heard of Facebook, or to Google or Tweet something, Wikis, Wikipedia, “Blog” was a new word, smartphone, iPad, Android, etc. Also, high school life appears to go faster than life in the future when it comes to relationships with people.
• The main character would be a struggling journalist (cliche, I know) that takes a job in her small hometown because nothing could be found in the city. This would show changes to the people from there (Including criminals, etc.) as time changes.
• This would allow me to use my suspended slinky idea of time. See this video: Veritasium - Slinky Drop. That it would take time for a change in the past to affect the future, like when you drop a suspended slinky, the bottom stays in place as the top rushes toward it. Small changes in the past impact moments of the future as time “collapses”.
• At first, nothing seems to be different in the future, but then small things she hears about or had forgotten about that changed or possibly changed (she is unsure). Later, larger changes happen in the future.
• There will be times where a small change in the past has huge consequences on the future and other times when big changes to the past still lead to the same spot in the future. This gets interesting when something small causes a killer or something to survive or be created and in the past she has to do something against her morals to stop it from happening in the future, but it doesn’t stop.
• It would be an interesting chaos vs. order (fate) idea along with identity issues and living for the moment themes. 
• By 27, supposedly we are personality-wise who we will be for the rest of our lives. So I’d have the character struggle with that. As a teen, she’s slightly overweight with glasses and hair always in a ponytail. In the future, as a journalist, she had to get contacts, wear make up, get her hair cut, know how to style it, get in shape, etc. She slowly does this in the past, but people (especially her parents) notice.
• 9/11 happens three weeks into senior year (like in my waking life). The main character watches as it triggers different paths of the new people she becomes friends with in the past.

Areas of large space crafts were labeled like E-46 for E-Deck, Level 4, Area 6. I assume there was four “decks” named after directions N, E, S, W, and multiple levels on each, then areas possibly organized as clock faces.

On the ship were neighborhoods - some were designed like suburbs and housed higher-on-command staff and those with “money” and others had egg-crate housing near a “downtown”. The problem was population growth. 

Part of the dream was me being shown around by some guide. I was working for some agency that help keep order there and was warned not to go looking for my old home on the ship, but did anyway because I said, “I’ll die someday anyway, so why not?” and the guide told me to go to E-46 after I failed to find it and it ended up being the way we came into the area. It looked like a section of Easton Mall.

Note: This was written for my MySpace blog on July 25, 2007. I actually did use this idea in “The Observer,” a short story I wrote in 2011.

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It’s short since I have forgotten the details…

But basically, I was able to control time - I could go backward and forward and see different outcomes of the future as well as the present and I could freeze, slow down, and speed up time..

Sounds like a gift, right?  Nope.  It was a curse because I was separated from time itself and grew old at what seemed a much quicker rate to friends because my time stayed the same and I was just able to manipulate their time.

At the end, Sean wanted to see what it was like and I gave the curse off to him and saw him grow old before my eyes..

It was weird, but maybe an idea I could use for a movie..

It was like a movie with two guys (good and bad) trying to get out of a building that had a bomb..the good guy looked like any hero guy on an action movie, early 30s, strong type..the second guy was the bad guy and was slightly over weight with a temper..well, the good guy tries to get him out of the building, tho the bad guy ain’t cooperating..the good guy says to the bad guy, “You can’t hurt me, can you?”..the bad guy doesn’t say anything..”I didn’t think so.” said the good guy and decides to leave the bad guy behind..there is this green liquid or it could be just water just reflecting something green..the good guy jumps in to find a way out..the liquid is at least 10ft deep..the good guy swims over to a mirror, thinking it’s a window and bangs on it..then he finds a connecting hallway or office and climbed up on the floor..he stood up, thinking he had left the bad guy behind, and suddenly out of nowhere, the bad guy grabs a grayish black phone off the desk that was in the room and hits the good guy on the head with it..the good guy falls to the floor, but gets back up and shoves the bad guy into the wall..there’s a whole fight scene..then the elevator doors open and this lady that looked like a combo between the doctor on Cube and the lady that was helping the family hide on Don’t Look Behind You..she was the head of the police department and grabbed the good guy’s shoulder (I guess he was working for the police) and dragged him to the elevator..the bad guy fallowed him and the lady said, “Who is this creep?”..

..Later, me and my dad were reporters, and they showed us this bomb with what they called “mock wires”:, where the maker puts a bunch of fake wires to make the bomb look more explosive and a person disarming the bomb couldn’t figure out which wire to cut..the bomb squad narrowed it down to wire number 4 (there was 10 in all)..they clicked the switch on the last wire..and it didn’t go off, so the bomb squad thought it was a dud..tho I saw the fuse light up and smoke..they took it away and I was just waiting for it to pop..

..in another dream there was a cigarette floating in the air and it was lit and spinning in circles.. the smoke got to me, so I blew it away from me..then to my right there were cigarette ashes floating in the air..

then I woke up.