I had a dream that I was at a social gathering of some kind and AY – a friendquaintance and former kinda-co-worker who is very calm and fairly quiet – was there. I was speaking to him and apparently really annoyed him. I wasn’t sure why but I figured I was being obnoxious or whatever, but I’d never seen him show emotions before, but he looked pissed off. Then I would talk to other people and they would react similarly. I wasn’t sure why they were so annoyed, since I didn’t seem to be able to pay attention to what I actually said to them.
I was on a field trip to a castle. For a wash room there was just an open area with strange shapes. One of them was a three-foot-tall cylinder made of ice, which sort of looked like a sea sponge and I had assumed was a natural phenomenon and that I was supposed to pee on it. I peeing on a cylinder of ice thing and a man coming up to me and talking to me and not respecting my privacy. This really got on my nerves and I stopped peeing and left unfinished.
Although it was a field trip to a castle, the trip was of no interest to me whatsoever.
Terrorists. I have never been afraid of the threat of terrorism, despite 9/11 and the massive amounts of scaremongering that transpired in the years that followed that event. In those days, I actually felt fairly strange from all the fear I observed in others that I just failed so utterly to comprehend or empathise with. All that said, in this dream I was afraid of terrorists, and I had information about a conspiracy of of them. I had been witness to a terrorist shooting at some sort of school event, but had escaped, and ran all night to the police station where I tried in vain to convince them that there was an even bigger event coming (any conversation starting with “Listen, I know you’re going to think I’m a crazy person, but just hear me out…” is not going to be fruitful). By this point I had forgotten what my information was and was super paranoid I’d be intercepted by terrorist agents in the street, so I avoided everyone.
My quest to find allies brought me to Hank Green, a geeky YouTube personality who’s videos I’ve watched. He seemed to have some official position and had a bunch of teenage nerds on his staff (probably based off the Nerdfighters, something I don’t really know much about but seems likely the inspiration) and I tried to convince him that there was a huge threat looming and he should use his resources to prevent it. The thing is, at this point I didn’t even remember anything so I had literally no way of convincing him. When he refused, I got angry, and smashed a metal paperweight flat with my bare hand. I expected this display of superhuman strength to impress him with my determination, and it did. But determination doesn’t prove you aren’t crazy.
In my dream I had to get on a flight, but was super distracted. Kept stressing about being late, even though I was already at the airport; about having my stuff with me, which I sometimes did and sometimes didn’t; about having a certain food or drink before boarding the flight. I’m not sure what it was but I kept thinking about the ingredients and preparation of it and getting distracted and forgetting where I was.
I was a college student, or possibly a high school student, yet I had the beard that I currently have, which I had never been able to grow at those times. The dream involved some kind of extremely convoluted scheme by my sister NB and myself. I don’t remember the specifics of the plot, or even what we were trying to accomplish, just scraps of the plan and our research/rehearsals of it. They were:
In one night I had two dreams back to back that were remarkably similar thematically – they both feature the recurring theme that I’ve had since childhood of having to care for a small, weak creature (baby, cats, some other strange creature) and it often being on the verge of death or beset by all kinds of dangers and my struggling madly to keep it alive and safe. There is a real sense of urgency and it is usually really sad and stressful.
A calf being led down a narrow, winding staircase into a basement slaughterhouse, so that his mother would follow.
A boy, he was to be put on an assembly line, where he would be taken apart and converted into a stroggo, a cybernetic monster. I was on the assembly line myself and it was horrific, like being processed at a meat factory where instead of employees there are big hideous metallic creatures that want to rip you apart piece by piece. I can’t even describe it, but it was bleak and frightening and horrific.
I was in a low grade or possibly kindergarten. I was also living in a dorm room. My roommate was a similarly-aged young girl. Or possibly a series of similarly-aged young girls. That was the problem really – I had a terrible memory. I kept forgetting to do assignments, and forgetting to bring assignments to my roommate like I had been asked (because she was sick?). There are probably two reasons for this – for one, it’s a dream, and in dreams I’ve never got my assignments done, my projects finished, etc. But the other is that when I was in elementary school I had basically no concept of completing assignments. I never completed any, it never occurred to me that I had to.
Another element to the dream was my friend the slime creature. It was a green slime that lived inside objects, moving from one to the other, and possibly animating them. I didn’t really know anything about it, as I could not adequately communicate with it. But I got the feeling that it was old and wise, but also benevolent and that it enjoyed my company. I was always trying to find things for it to hide in so that it would not be discovered. It’s latest thing was to split itself up into separate pieces and hide each inside a separate toy.