Darn. This is why I try to write these down first thing before I hear/read/say much of anything in the morning. I had my crazy dream all remembered, very entertaining to recount, and now, I’m grasping at straws. There’s some vague memory of doing math and feeling frustration that other people can’t seem to even remember order of operations. Now all I can remember is the story I just read in reader’s digest and some song lyrics I was listening to as I drove the dogs to the park. It’ll come back to me randomly during the day when something reminds me of it and then I’ll promptly forget again.
I get video game dreams a lot, and they’re welcome because they’re very exciting. Usually they switch views from first person to 2nd to 3rd to ceiling and back again in no particular order.
I was walking around either a ship, a plane, or a facility. They like to change on me. I’d just come up the metal staircase from the bottom floor. I turn around to backtrack, but am surprised to see signs on the doors saying “Locked! Until further notice.” I am getting nervous because that would mean I’d have no way back in case something got hairy. I only had a serrated paring knife as a weapon. Much to my relief one door did stay unlocked back down to the lower level–it was just the long way around. I navigate the narrow hallways, keeping my eyes peeled for any items along the way. I make it to my destination which is the desk of the presumably dead, but missing, captain of the place. It’s a very small desk area with papers and items strewn about, like someone left in a hurry. There on top of the desk is a gun. I carefully survey my surrounding before picking it up in case it’s a trap, but it’s not, so I clear the gun and load the clip, placing the 2 extra ones in my front right pocket. I quickly rummage around, looking for anything else useful and shove them into my pockets, cursing these female jeans, yet thankful I had decided to wear durable jeans this morning. Two of my fellow agents appear, happy to see me alive and well, and tell me I need to hurry as the operation looks to be going south and quickly. I’m trying to figure out where I can put my little knife, so they hand me a belt and then there’s a scene where I spend an inordinate amount of time putting on said belt which is almost way too small for me. I manage anyways, despite it being extremely tight, and now I have more places to put items.
They run off and my brother appears. The lights go out and the emergency ones turn on. He asks me hurriedly if I found the herb, and I look around, finding the plant. I have nowhere to put the thing, so I place it in the hall for easy reach because obviously I’ll be needing it soon. He asks me what color and I read the tag which says “Redsplice plant” which obviously means it’s red…hard to tell color when the lights are dim. I take off after him, trying to remember how to use my gun and proper holding and such (since I only took one handgun course a few months ago and nothing since) and suddenly these huge monsters appear. Obviously they used to be human, but grotesquely mutated and after our blood. I raise my gun and start firing, trying again to remember to use the sights like I was taught, hand placement and control and such, but it’s really hard because the thing is coming up on me. Thankfully, it’s not running, but walking speed is too fast in the limited space with nowhere to turn around. To make matters worse, my gun isn’t doing ANYTHING to it at all. No stopping power. In fact, it seems as effective as a water gun. No recoil, nothing. After emptying the clip, I give up on it, as I’ve been backed up into the tiny office. I pull out my little serrated knife, dodge a body slam attempt and, go right for it’s neck as it’s trying to get up from the ground. It’s awful trying to sever a humanoid neck with a paring knife. I vaguely remember someone else jumping on top of it to keep it on the ground. The blood, the flesh, slowly giving way, and being unable to do anything to the spine, but it didn’t matter because this was life or death and I was going to survive.
The dream fast-forwarded to much later along the line of the story. I ended up in a castle-like building, grandiose and full of marble. My job here was to infiltrate and quietly look for clues to help me find the person I was after. I quietly sneak up on a group of fruits with faces who were bouncing around in a group. They looked very cute, but given the nature of the place and all the monsters encountered thus far, the only reason fruits would have faces and be alive is because of whatever mutagen was floating around and once again, it was going to be me, not them. They all turn and look at me as a group and I start grabbing them and cutting them up with my little knife (apparently I’ve not found any better weapons), like you would cut up fruits. I’m viciously and efficiently sawing away when a human comes up upon me. He looks like a butler of sorts. Good news he’s a neutral party (I’ve got my eyes on him though…) so I ask him if he’s seen this girl I’m after. He says no, and I point out that her iPhone is right there on the ground. He brings me over to a large window. I see below us that the busy street is full of college students in uniforms bustling around. He tells me that she was over there. I curse my bad luck that I had just missed her. He’s still suspicious to me, but I have no reason to cause beef with him, so I go back to pick up the iPhone. I come back to the window to try and work through this new development. My special vision (or possibly an app on my phone) shows me that she indeed had been here, walking this particular line in front of the window. A stately woman shows up and the butler asks her if she’s seen said girl. I pull up a picture of her on my phone to show them (happens to be a very old schoolmate of mine) and the woman initially says no, but thinks about it). It’s getting dark out and they light a fire in the grand fireplace, warming up the area. I figure maybe I should rest for now, as more than likely the female will be far from here, possibly in another country.
Last night and the other night
After going through a large exhibition area where there was to be a convention (all the merchants were setting up) I decided to go tour a storage facility with my brother as we were thinking about renting a storage unit (true story btw). According to the computer this particular facility only has 4 other renters so we had the pick of the crop. We go through thr dimly lit hallways and peer into each “unit” though each one seemed more like a big room than a storage unit. In fact the storage facility seemed like an old office or school building. We played in one of them, doing cartwheels and somersaults while some kids came into the room to run around too. Carrying on, we found one where we were thinking through the logistics of mattresses and tires fitting in the area. Then I decided to go through another unit close by. Turns out it belonged to another person (why storage units have your run of the mill door with a knob I dunno) and they had the whole setup! Bed, lamp, dresser. Even a window. I turned to my brother, knowing that it was fully illegal to do this, but shrugged and said, “Well it’s certainly cheaper than renting an apartment.”
Last night’s dreams were less logical. In fact there were 2 instances of me trying to score. One with a guy I used to go to college with and the other was a woman I’d never met before…skinny, possibly asian, shoulder cut hair parted to the side. Since no one reads this, I think I’ll go into a little more detail. The setting was my place, which was like an apartment, white, bright and inviting, the sun pouring in through the large windows adorned with sheer white curtains. She sat down in a chair and leaned back, a smile on her face and relaxing. I walk up to her from in front, smiling myself in anticipation. Before I could touch her, though, she kicked off her heels and breathed a loud sigh of satisfaction. She had on a red tube dress with spaghetti straps, and I brush the straps aside, off her shoulders (and at this point apparently slid them off altogether). My view was of her armpits and up and it is only understood that she was naked, not actually shown. I begin by rubbing her shoulders, her thin, tone muscles, small under my hands. Then I start to work my way down and oops, on to the next person! Different day, same place. On the bed this time, is my old schoolmate. He is unclothed and on the bed, all white sheets and pillows and walls. I hop on and start playing with his body as he smiles knowingly at me. His tan skin and firm muscular body attractive in all ways. We’re about to get to the fun part, when my mom decides to walk by. I try to cover him up with the sheets, but he starts joking with me and we play-tussle while giggling. My mom looks at me with an annoyed look on her face, as if saying, really? Now? Then rolls her eyes and keeps walking. We giggle with each other some more and…
Next dream. BUMMER!!!!
This part is more confusing and sporadic, but I am at one point walking Gable along some streets and near crowds of people. I’m doing it on purpose as people take one look at him and utter words of amazement. We walk along a road, down a street, near the water, up another street. Just strutting our stuff and he’s being such a good boy. Then I’m in a mall-type open air place where I’m supposed to be working. My coworker is there and she asks me to take a PA of her teeth. I do and we compare them to the last one taken. She is missing her molars, just root tips remaining, while the premolars present with broken roots! No wonder he’s having pain. I tell her we have to let a doctor see it, and we wait until my boss looks at her teeth, but his face is all wrong…too long and with white fuzz growing from his face. Then all of the sudden I’m working for this really hard-ass guy who is making a big deal about some small instance and then…I wake up
Been a while! I think I understand, now why sometimes I can’t remember my dreams well enough to put them down. Don’t worry I’ve had plenty of dreams…It’s when I play music. It has an immediate effect on memory recall for me.
I dreamed of my coworkers and work AGAIN. Once again it was in a building I’ve never been in before. There was very little actual work being imaged in the dream. Some patients had brought some doughnuts and left them in the common area of this building. I followed me Dr. and my a couple other people came with us to grab some. I took one myself and bit into it, but good golly it was BAD. Dry, tasteless and no filling at all even though it looked like it should. Everyone else threw theirs away but I felt bad so on our way back to the office I managed to finish mine, but I felt bad after that. Then I was setting up a tray in a stairwell for the next day, because I don’t know why there would be a unit hookup but no chair in the stairwell.
There was something about me stepping on a random green Lego brick on the floor and warning others to stay away from it. My right foot.
There were other pretty interesting dreams, but now I can’t remember any of it.
Strike that, here is one.
It was a very long-winded and frustrating dream. I went back to college and was to stay in a dorm with a roommate. The first time I went to the room, I went straight to it and was like, OK, cool this is my dorm room with my roommate. I knew that I was older than most of the students there, but everything seemed so mature in this particular dorm. I walked around campus, possibly went to classes and then it was getting dark and time to get back to my room. I ended up forgetting what the room number was and where it was, so I kept roaming all the floors, trying to figure out which one is was, to no avail. At one point I saw my cousin who greeted me warmly, but I turned down the hallway like I had somewhere to go, so she stopped by someone’s room and was flirting with him. Still wandering around, I finally decided to text my roommate and she text-laughed and basically told me that I was on the wrong floor altogether. Grateful I went to the right floor but STILL couldn’t find the room because the numbers and layout followed no logical order and was so confusing! Someone finally found me and helped me out. They walked me through the in-house grocery store/café/cafeteria and I was ogling everything. I tried some drink from the café and ended up burning my tongue and hands, but it was worth it. Then we finally made it up to my dorm room and to my roommate and I decided to put it all down into my phone this time so I wouldn’t forget. Then I decided to visit my old friend Bernie from years ago. He was down on the main floor or the basement but he wasn’t in, so I looked on my phone and found him at a restaurant with friends. I pressed the summon friend button and he was whisked away and came to me.
I swear, around this time of the year I get that irrational fear of forgetting the location of my locker and the combination. The scalding from the drink was from dinner where I did end up burning my mouth and tongue.
It’s amazing exactly how much I forget within an hour of waking up. The mind gets distracted and WHAM. I’ll sort of recall them again, but never in as much detail.
After some things happened, I invited my mom to come with me to a new large Asian market that opened where we lived (not here. The area didn’t have any real Asian markets so this was awesome). The way it was set up was a large building with outdoor space and indoor space where vendors could rent and set up their wares. I came first because I wanted to get a head start on the crowds. As I start looking around I see my sister there and so we walk around. It was too early so not all the vendors had shown up yet. Finally spotted my mom and we found ourselves in a cordoned off area. Everyone was speaking Chinese (Cantonese as I surmised in the dream) and my sister disclosed to us that they don’t like other people other than Chinese here, but we’re OK because she works there as a secretary, so we can go wherever. She runs off to get back to her post and my mom and I decide not to cause problems so we leave, but not before I notice other races lounging around. We end up in an actual mall with Asian stores. My mom is studying some stuff at a kiosk and I point out a gift shop we should go to next. This man starts speaking loudly in our language that she (referring to me) is old enough to go into a store without her mom! And on and on and on. We both pretend we don’t speak or understand what he’s saying and wander into the store next to the gift shop. My mom starts looking through stuff and decides to buy 2 little trinket. She tries to swipe her card in the machine like it was a self checkout and then a line starts forming behind her, but it’s not a self-checkout thing at all, so the clerk finally rings her up. By the time we leave the store, the gift shop is closed for lunch and I am sad. We wander around the mall a bit and my mom points out things that she thought I was looking for, but I want in that gift shop! Then I notice some kids have left an adorable pad of paper on some stuff. They are nowhere to be found so I decide to take it. I start tearing out the pages they drew or wrote on but as I start tearing, I realize it’s the entire pad of paper, so I stop tearing and we leave. I am sad.
I am not working even though it is a normal work day, so I decide that my mom should use the opportunity to get her filling appointment done so that I can take her. I’m planning and deciding and trying to message my coworkers. We end up in the house I left when I lived South and it is empty aside from a few essentials like we were staying there for a little. We were walking around taking stock of what had changed and I walked into the upstairs master bathroom. It’s white and clean, just like it used to be. I look in the shower and there’s a pedestal sink in it right below the towel bar which is apparently completely normal to a dream. Then one of my coworkers shows me an image of the schedule and I see that there is indeed an opening! So I grab my mom and we start heading there because it will take an hour to drive there so we need to leave now. In the meantime I’m trying to get in touch with the front desk to be sure that there is indeed an opening. No response to messages, so I try to call, but I call her cell phone by accident and all I can hear is her talking to patients in the background. I end the call and try to call the office number but I have the hardest time getting the number correctly into my phone. Fat fingers, I even try to draw it out for the phone, and no matter what I do the call can’t be completed because I’ve attempted too many times. It doesn’t matter because we’re already there! I don’t even recognize the building. So we get in and it’s hopping. Front desk has gone somewhere and my doctor is swamped with patients. I tell him hi and that my mom is here for fillings. He apologizes and says that he refused to pick up the phone because he didn’t want to deal with anymore insurance problems. I walk my mom to the back and for some reason my friend has come with us. There are all sorts of chairs and beds and stuff. My practice has indeed grown and for some reason now deals with intensive care? Is that a new born hooked up to a machine? Enough beds to keep people there over night! Two patients are already there, one on a dental chair waiting and the other is on a table having his blood pressure taken in anticipation of something. I’m just waiting for an assistant to come put my mom somewhere and then I wake up.
I hate bathroom dreams…they’re the worst! But let’s start the farthest back I can remember.
Somehow I had gotten my hands on 2 assassin’s creed articles of clothing! One was a woman’s long skirt, yellowish, flowing and with the Assassin’s emblem on it. The other was a man’s pants. Contrary to myself, I chose to wear the long skirt because it seemed more like the game! Even within the dream as I was either running away or towards something with a friend, I kept telling them that I never wear skirts, ever, but long skirts are OK (especially when it’s like the Assassins). There was this long stretch of stone road, empty next to the water. It led to a large stone gate of some sort and I sprinted down the way towards this arch either trying to assassinate someone or to get away from someone. There was a minor cutaway to an alternate time when I wore the pants instead, but my brain decided it liked the skirt better.
Jump to a backyard deck. It was large and the yard itself was a decent size, backed by trees. The sky was gray and getting to be evening time, but threatening to rain at the same time. I had all sorts of plants growing there and I vaguely remember some spider webs on them because the mosquitoes were attacking my flesh. Not uncommon. I go back inside and I can’t remember what happened here, but all of the sudden I’m back on the deck but this time my brother is with me and I’m exclaiming about all the fruits! The deck was butting up to the neighbor’s deck too and I think they had some plants, but not like mine. There was a pomegranate plant, tomato plant, and 3 trees of some sort of fruit. I only know that because I took my phone out and tried to take this cool outline photo of the 3 trees against the dusk sky. Try as I might I couldn’t get my hands to remain steady, so they all came out somewhat blurry, but rather cool. I pick a very ripe pomegranate off the tree, so ripe that it was starting to mold and fell right off the plant. I couldn’t wait to tell my mom about the plants. I took another look at the tomato plant, bursting with tomatoes and realized to my tremendous delight, that the thing I mistook for a very hardcore spider web was actually a massive round tomato (they were all green at the moment) almost guarded by the web. Like, easily 5x the size of the other tomatoes. I was thrilled beyond anything ever and took the pomegranate inside the house. My mom decided to move everything off of the deck so that I could power wash and re-seal the wood. I exclaimed that it’s too early because it’s still summer, the tree isn’t gone yet and also, I have to go to work, it’s not like I have the summer off, but I help bring things in.
Once further inside the house, we were on vacation. It was our first day at the beach house. I was wearing my swimming things and it was night so time to time to sleep. The bathroom I was using turned out to be the smallest thing you have ever seen with the oddest setup ever. When you walk in you see a very nice vanity (the bathroom must have just been renovated) facing the door, but it’s not backing a wall, behind it (not centered, just behind it) is the toilet and not 5 inches in front of that is the tub. I really had to poop and I needed to hurry up and poop so I could sleep or go somewhere, so I start pushing and standing on the vanity. Body doesn’t want to cooperate. Then the lights go out and I jump down and out to tell my brother to go flip the breaker. He says it’s not the switch, and realizes the problem is that he turned on the ceiling fan in his room. Whatever, it works now, so I go back and close the door and get on the sink again. Then it occurs to me that there’s a toilet in the bathroom, I just hadn’t seen it, so I go wedge myself around the vanity to sit on this cramped toilet. Colon finally starts giving and suddenly I realize that I never took off my swimming shorts. Oops. So I take those off and am finally properly using the toilet, but now I have to go wash my swimming stuff. Sigh. I get up to jump into the bath to take a shower and I wake up.
I haaaate poop and pee dreams. The dream ended because I was afraid of what I was doing in real life. Every time through the night a dream would change I’d get background music from Taylor Swift: Wildest Dreams.
I was at work, a building I’ve never been to before and don’t recognize. It may have even been on a stone terrace with hanging plants and decorative waterfalls. My coworker and I were trying to finish up our patients to leave because it was on a Saturday or some strange day. She goes off and does something. I’m seeing the wife of a patient that was seen earlier (an older couple). He’s supposed to come back and have a filling done, but the doctor doesn’t know what’s going on, so we’re supposed to help set him up and fill her in on what she’s about to do. I pull up the chart (apparently my coworker and I are switching off working on this patient) to read it so I can summarize for the dentist, and I become upset because you-know-who was the one who had seen him and we all hate her notes. At the beginning the note reads, “Pt has hyper____” I don’t remember what the term is now, but it was supposed to mean that the patient hates pain (not a real term, just something my brain made up I think…now I wish I remembered what it was because it was spelled out clear as day…it was a long word too). I decipher this and start telling everyone. The patient is about to arrive and the doctor is about to come in to start, so I instruct my coworker to go grab another dining room chair (why??? I have no idea) so we can seat the patient (not on it…so…why do we need 2 or any at all). I hurry and end up climbing the stone railings from the bottom level instead of taking the stairs because it was faster. Then the doctor sweeps in and next dream commence!
We were either preparing for or at vacation. It was just me and my brother at home so I was making dinner for us. We had this unfamiliar dining table with white tablecloth and had all of this food piled on it. Both of us were preparing and setting up at the same time, and we sit down on opposite ends of the table to eat. I filled the LARGE Brita pitcher thing even though we had a smaller one because we were very thirsty! I start talking to him about this game I’m playing and how it was like this old one we played and the new monsters and stuff and there was a cutaway to in-game footage on a cliff with monsters. Then it comes back to the house and my mom comes home several hours later. I’m cleaning up dishes and I put water into the large pitcher, and realize that it’s yellow. I go to the other part of the house where everyone was and laughing, told my brother about why it tasted a little funny. He laughed too and my mom said what? I said that it turns out the water we were drinking was a funny color and tasted funny because that pitcher was the same one we brought to the beach with us on vacation, remember? It’s yellow because of the sand! There was beach sand in the pitcher! Good thing it was filtering out the sand! Haha! We all laugh and I told her that amazingly with all that water we drank for dinner neither of us had to go to the bathroom at all! We must have been dehydrated! My brother agreed with me and we all laughed some more.
I wake up and as it turns out I do need to pee, but I’d been holding it apparently. #_# And what was so funny about drinking sandy water? At least I enjoyed that dream.
I had several different dreams, but only one stood out to be remembered.
I was in our old house sitting on the floor and feeling morose and depressed because of my failed relationship. My mom comes down the hall and says, “You need to have a child even if you have to adopt one.” I sadly nod and acknowledge that I do, but I wanted to be able to have a spouse to help take care of the kid financially and just overall. I told her my boss told me the same thing and had a flashback to my boss telling me, “Now is the time to have a child. You shouldn’t wait much longer or you’ll be out of time!” We all were supposed to be packing up to go somewhere on a trip and were almost leaving, so I go and strip my clothes to change into my dressy clothes. I stop to close the curtain from peepers even though there is someone behind me in the room watching me. Then when done the dream cuts to the place, which is a very large, packed, indoor stadium. What the program is, I have no clue, but I was the only one smart enough to have brought a blanket because it was cold. I knew everyone in the crowd around me, but can’t tell you who they where. There were cooks at the bottom of the crowd and they were bringing food around for people to eat. I was still depressed, the prospect of food was great! For some reason no one else was taking any of the food, so I said that I’d eat it and all of the sudden other people were brave enough to try. I chose a cheese/potato thing, and was about to get up out of my chair to go somewhere, but they had these good looking stuffed, fried tofu pieces so I called loudly to get a piece before other people could.
Then I think it took a turn for adventure, I can’t remember, but it was enjoyable! My bed was so comfortable last night…I think the rain helped.
I’m back to weird dreams! Whoo! In no particular order.
I was supposed to bring my dogs to the vet. They had several locations and I needed to go to a particular one. My dogs and I make it to my normal vet…now you have to realize that these vet offices are inside and underneath large boulders. Large, flatish boulders with rock-hewn doors that I needed to kick in. Something martial happened, however, and I was chased away from my office. Now I need to find it again but I can’t remember which one. For some reason I am a giant and the boulder buildings and doors are half of my height. I guess I was too tall to read the small signs, so I go around and kick in doors to peer in a see if the receptionist is right. Finally, we get to the right vet, but I don’t get to go in because onward to another dream!
I’m sitting in a pew in a very large, archaic looking church. My mom is somewhere nearby. I’m half listening to someone say something and half watching cartoons. Looking up, there is this one guy making a large commotion in the center aisle. He’s an average, plumpish fellow looking to be in his late 40s with glasses and a 5 o’clock shadow. He’s making everyone laugh who can hear him and was quite animated. As I watch he hangs on the end of a pew and speaks softly but excitedly to a younger female sitting there. She laughs and he rushes away to get something. I look down and then back up to see that the female has changed seats to sit right next to me. She has wide eyes and tells me that she doesn’t want anything to do with him and can she sit with me. I shrug and tell her he looks very familiar like I know him from somewhere. As I sort through my memories, I am sent back to the time that I did meet him.
Turns out I knew him because he had invited himself to spend the night at my place. He had met my grandma in the street and she invited him to my place for the night. His name was Dan Schutte (who in real life happens to be the author to several famous church hymns) and he needed a place to stay. I am reminded that he had brought his own pajamas, a matching set, white with brownish dots that were designs of some sort. A jolly sort of guy but borderline annoying.
Recollection stops and I tell my new friend about that. She’s like wow and asks me what cartoon I’m watching. The screens are holographic projected screens that are stacked in the air in front of me and those around me, for public use. I am watching a funny kid’s cartoon and we go through a few episodes. It’s getting late and the people around me are falling asleep, which means that my family-friendly shows are no more. The screen shows people living in futuristic pods on a ship. The man asks a pretty young woman to leave the pod she shares with her husband and to help another man inside his, she goes in and realizes he’s not in trouble but is trying to seduce her instead, so she protests and tries to leave, but she is locked from the outside in the cramped space with the lech. I try to switch the channel to something more suited to having my mom around, but everything is geared towards adults now. Even the revamped Animaniacs employs adult humor and swearing. I look over and notice my mom is sleeping soundly and with nothing else on, I shrug and settle in to sleep myself.
There is also a dream that I now remember only vaguely, obviously having been dreamed as one of the first dreams, but it dealt with a magnificent beach house, no windows only open air and gossamer curtains. Unfortunately disaster strikes! We are beset by those who wish us harm so the house becomes a tactical strategy game in the realm of XCOM and Fire Emblem!