Dreams

I had a mixture of REALLY long and REALLY short dreams this week, a byproduct of having interrupted sleep (due to itching issues) almost every single night. It’s weird how it can produce two entirely opposite dream diary outcomes.

Also, what the heck was with that dream on the morning of Sep 11th? It somehow diverged about halfway through, without me waking up in between (I think), and I ended up having two long and detailed dreams about two separate resolutions of one event, back to back, and then the dream ended right after that.

Sep 06 2021

• I led a math study group in our class and our neighbouring class, and had a lot of girls repeat a test for a certain topic over and over until they passed it. After our class test, I talked to our teacher privately and she said that I hadn’t helped anyone pass per se, because everyone in our two classes was already passing the test and subject, and the people who were failing the subject were in other classes in our grade. However, due to my tutoring, many of the girls pulled up their grade from a 1.7 to a 1.9 out of 3.
• I wanted to buy a new Honda motorbike and was seriously considering it through a part of my dream. Someone I asked for advice said that Edmonton had a lot of motorbike trails surrounding the city and that that would be fun, and if I regretted it in the end I could just sell the bike anyway.
• There was a library custodian in my dream who visited two large factories that were producing something as part of her job. I was watching over her from afar.
• She may or may not have been the same character as a woman later on who was dressed in a dark-coloured kimono with flowery patterns, who went around to floating cubes scattered through the land that acted as both shops and lesson dispensers. She touched them in order to update the curriculum on them with some changes that she had championed that had finally been recently passed after a lot of hoops that she had to jump through (for example, TV interviews that she had to do).
• I found out at some point that this woman was also the Royal Princess of the land. Also, of the floating cube shops she was updating, the ones across town were considered better and sold the best quality products, “except the cho shops that sold oil”, which was a direct phrase from the dream that I couldn’t understand even while in the dream.
• At one point, she was seated at a picnic table and resting there, while two high school girls at the picnic table next to her played a game with tossing dough balls in the air and trying to catch them in their mouth. One of them misthrew a dough ball, and it arced high in the air and landed on the princess’s table with a thud instead. She picked it up and returned it to them.
• At another point, a woman and her two kids examined an information plaque in some room, before erasing part of it and replacing it with two pieces of new information as well, as I and my boss watched on through a glass wall or ceiling from some overseeing area.
• One last part of my dream featured me back in the earlier school, but this time split up into a small group with a shy Chinese girl and one or two guys. We did some introductions, and some sort of group activity where I helped them with training and confirming some account trades, before we broke the group up and went our own ways.
• But I stayed with the girl and became friends with her. She said that she had resolved to put herself out more and make lots of friends when high school started, but now, a couple weeks into the semester, she still found it very hard to make any friends and had become a bit dejected. She appreciated my friendship though and talked a fair amount with me.
• One of the guys that left mentioned that he had a father that was in bed at home dying of cancer, and he needed to leave in order to talk to him, which was part of his daily routine to make sure that his mental identity and sharpness did not leave him while he was bedridden, otherwise it would considerably up his chances of passing away.

Sep 07 2021

• The only thing I remember is actually waking up late and missing my first day of Queue Monitor duty at work, and having my teammates remind me about it in our 9am meeting and patiently waiting for their work tickets as I sat in some sort of stairwell of a building and doled them out from my laptop.
• Editor: Yes, this was actually the first day of my new Queue Monitor duties. I didn’t sleep very well.

Sep 08 2021

• There was a large outdoor building that was like a cross between a fish market, and a really narrow hawker center with one pedestrian lane down the middle. It had a line of stalls down the lane, and a couple tables to the sides for people to sit at. There was also a pit area beneath grilles in the floor where homeless people and various petty criminals were huddled, they were visible to the people on the main level of the building, who could literally look down upon them, and that pit was basically where the “trash of society” were kept.
• In reality though, most of them somewhat enjoyed being there, as it was both somewhat safe and secure, albeit a bit cramped.
• I ended up in this pit twice for whatever reason. The first time, I escaped with a friend, got a part-time job while on the run, and earned enough money to stay out of it.
• The second time, a friend and I were under attack by a mobster person and a goon in a room with two doors. We shot at each other, lowering each other’s hit points, but the mobster had rigged our guns so that they were only half-full, and even though we were the better shooters, we ran out of bullets really quickly. We dodged his attacks for a bit, running out of one door and in the other with him chasing us, before I got the bright idea to yell for bystanders to call the police. This chased him off, and he was mad at us for calling the cops, but it also had the side effect of throwing both of us into the pit as criminals.
• We were rescued by the leader of a group of 4 people or so, who asked the attendant for whoever was involved in that shootout that he had heard about. The attendant pointed to us with a spotlight. The leader said that crimes vs terrorists didn’t count as real crimes, and he recruited both of us into his group.
• There were a couple disjointed scenes from here as a member of the group. One was that I was back in the market ordering food and drink for myself, but I didn’t really understand how the lineups worked, and ended up in a line of people watching a TV mounted up on the wall just below the ceiling while waiting for their food. Someone pointed me to the correct line once I reached the front of that line.
• A second scene involved a courier or mail company sending my gear over in a large, flat container reminiscent of a long, rectangular portrait bag that was about twice as long horizontally as it was tall. It was sent to the front of the market, and I had to lug it through the market, murmuring apologies to the people seated around watching tv and eating, as I lugged it to my group’s base room somewhere in the back of the market.
• A last scene involved us all in that room, and one of the members of the group trying to set up a group game night. He asked me how many dice I liked in my games, from 0 to 6, and I said 6. He brought out a game that had a bunch of character cards with different sets of skills on them, where the object of the game was to draw a card and then face off in a 1 vs 1 battle versus another player or NPC‘s card, and try to win a tournament with 3 or so rounds (8 players, elimination bracket).
• The card I drew was some sort of slime-like creature with no actual attacks though, so it didn’t seem like there was any way I could win. One of my skills was a skill that boosted my own stat points for 30 mana per cast though, and I cast that over and over trying to grow myself to victory, but I still lost my very first game to my human opponent and got eliminated. I did find out that one of the dice-rolled effects from the skill was some sort of damage skill, possibly damage reflection though, and so I caused him a lot of indirect damage before going down.
• Our group (or group leader) overall had an 8.46/10 community rating, which was pretty great as most groups had a rating just below 8/10.
• This score was also somehow tied in to a game score, and what was happening was that game pirates were dropping the overall rating of games across the board because they would pirate the games, and those pirated versions would have some broken features that they then thought reflected the original game.
• Snippet: At some point in a different, earlier dream, I remember being in a room with some of the understudy girls from AKB0048. I was Nagisa and was encouraging them on their training.
• Editor: AKB0048 is one of the group watch animes I’m currently watching with one of my groups (Satinel and Seren, in this case).

Sep 09 2021

Dream 1

• I was in a city that was being used as a setting for a show with a two word name, except that the part of the dream I remember had my character and others from the main show actually also being part of a spinoff show that was located in a playground or arena or park in the city. This spinoff show had the same two word name as the main show, with an R appended onto the end.
• There was an instructor in the area teaching me and others around me how to play a certain game. There were about 12 of us participants in all, split into groups of 3. I don’t remember the exact game, but it had to do with words written on cards and how we had to each take turns picking one and holding it up, and trying to play them in a certain order in order to keep the game going.
• My group was fairly competent at this. We were also all really young kids though, and this was reflected in the instructor constantly checking in on us and everyone else after every “round” and asking us if we were doing okay.

Dream 2

• I was staying at the house of a male acquaintance, it was a little two-storey house in the suburbs.
• I was actually in class with him at one point, even though it was taking place in his bedroom. He was “seated” at a long table in front of me, whereas a girl was to my right on my long table. We all had textbooks in front of us. To my left was the blackboard and the teacher announced that we were studying Chapter 5 today.
• Each chapter in the textbook led with a short chapter preview story and a couple review questions, and I and everyone else had done the Chapter 5 one already, and it was marked off in the textbook to boot, because we had actually done it last class. I flipped through the textbook and noted that the rest of my Chapter 5 was already filled in and marked too. Therefore everyone looked confusedly at each other and started to ask their neighbours if we were actually doing Chapter 5.
• The teacher was drawing some wavy lines on a graph on the board that looked like radio waves, and these lines seemed to be from Chapter 6 though, so I concluded that that was probably what we were doing. The problem was that none of us had done the review for Chapter 6 yet, because today’s class wasn’t an actual official class (we did Chapter 5 yesterday and Chapter 6 wasn’t supposed to be until next week). I quickly tried to scan the short story to see if I could prep the answers from skimming though.
• At another point, I had a dream or vision at one point where I was the only person in the house, and that two delivery people from a fast food restaurant turned up with guns and wanted to shoot up everyone in the house before robbing it. As I was on the 2nd floor and there was a window in the room, I figured I could make an easy escape though.
• But then I went back to dream reality and the house contained my friend as well as his parents. Two fast food restaurant actually showed up with packages, and I told him about my dream. His Dad opened the door to talk to them downstairs, and he grabbed three or four essential things, putting them on the table where I was working so that he could easily grab them if we had to escape out the window in a hurry. But first he went downstairs to try to help his Dad out. Nothing happened though and the delivery ended without incident.
• For my part, I had grabbed two the things in preparation for the escape as well — an umbrella, which I figured I could use to hook on the bottom edge of the window and climb partway down on it and thus that it would help with the escape, as well as Tigey, which was the most valuable thing I could see in the room.
• At yet another point, I noticed that outside the window and across the road was a community center and a large field next to it. There were tanks and other military vehicles parked beside it, and at 5pm, cosplayers got into it and drove the vehicles to the field to begin a grid-based wargames tactical simulation. Apparently this happened every Sunday at 5pm, according to a small bronze plaque affixed to the exterior left wall of the house I was staying in.
  – Not everyone was in vehicles as well, there were a line of about 15 boys standing in a line on the left half of the field, each facing the back of the person in front of them. They waved their hands up and down continuously, which protruded into the two adjacent squares next to each person. On the other half of the field, there were about 15 boys as well whose job was to run down the column of squares on either side of the line of boys, trying to dodge or force their way through the hands to get to the other end without being stopped. That attacking team, from the right half of the field, lost.
• I tried to take some photographs of this event from his window using my phone, but the mosquito netting set in the window made it so the shot wasn’t perfect. I asked him if I could remove the netting temporarily to take photographs, and actually removed the netting at some point before he said it, as though to show him the netting, before putting it back as best as I can because the netting was actually only half as tall as the window and didn’t wedge in to the window grooves properly.
• Anyway he eventually said yes so I removed the netting again, but by then it was dark outside and the event was more or less over, although the participants were still mingling together around the field.
• I could hear two of the boys saying that they couldn’t find some biscuits, which they had set down earlier, in the dark, while an adult berated them and said that he had told them they would lose the biscuits. One of the boys said that he was going to wear a t-shirt that said that he was looking for biscuits, to raise awareness for it.
• At one last different point, I was on a laptop trying to work on some school stuff and he was being annoying, hanging around me and picking up and looking at some of the things I had put on the table. There was a red brochure under a water bottle on the table in particular that I remember him picking up and curiously examining.
• The boy also wanted me to find the name of a song for him that he had heard when young. It was about not sending children off to war, he said, and the title of the song was something to do with “Don’t do “. He said it was a 1997-1999 song, and I said that was a prime radio listening period for me, but I didn’t know of the song that he mentioned.
• The TV downstairs was playing some KFC ad that mentioned a line that said not to drink the water, and I remembered that Don’t Drink the Water, by the Dave Matthews Band, was the name of a song that I knew from around that time, so I asked him if that was the song. I Googled the lyrics at around the same time and realized that it probably couldn’t be that though as it didn’t fit the topic at all. He indeed said that that wasn’t it.

Sep 10 2021

• All I remember is a specific scene in a large backyard garden behind a house, surrounded by tall stone walls, and how there were groups of people, representing both athletic and non-atheletic student clubs, seated around the backyard in groups. I eventually found a way that would let us cross up and over the wall.

Sep 11 2021

Dream 1

• I was a new student in some outdoor class area and had to get vaccinated. To do so, I queued up with a male friend beside a large cardboard box in a field in preparation for a vaccination session tomorrow, even though it was just the two of us. The box itself contained some containers that assumedly somehow contained the vaccine. Nearby, in the same field, another girl wandered up to a small white square drawn on the grass in chalk, made a little sigh, and sat down in it. This had the effect of volunteering herself as a source for the vaccines tomorrow instead, though she seemed to be uanware of what she had just done. I was worried and said that I didn’t want to get vaccinated, if it meant it was going to kill someone else, but I was assured that it wouldn’t, they’d just extract some vaccine from her and inject it into the two of us.
• Later on, I was in the same field, accompanied by possibly the same guy, but it was now one year later chronologically. There was a stand with a little roof in the middle of the field where a professor, who had passed on, was preserved there in an odd standing pose, and he was now being used as a source of vaccines instead of whatever was used the previous year. I noticed that there wasn’t a sign that showed who he was or even an in memoriam plaque or anything like that. Some attendant was checking to see if he had enough vaccines left in him for some unknown task, and he left satisfied that the cadaver did indeed contain enough doses.

Dream 2

• I had signed up for a three day, two night snow resort trip to Red Deer with my class. This was an hour and a half south of Edmonton, and I would be taking a chartered bus there with the teacher and the rest of the people I was going with. I already had a snow resort trip to Red Deer still in my memory from a previous dream, and this was to be my second trip to this exact resort — I remembered the first trip and remembered liking it very much despite not being a snow or snowsports person.
• Among other preparation things, Mom and Dad wanted me to cash in several $100 certificates in the house that I had left with them so I could use them on my trip as spare money, even though I already had my own money I was bringing along. Mom gave me three certificates that I had given her before, but I Refused to take them. I said thanks but that I had given them to her for her own use and she should go cash them in herself. I gave her another three certificates that I had as well and said they were for Dad. She said she’d go cash them in then even though there’d be a fee for doing so.
• Mom left first, then Dad returned as I was leaving. I was also bringing a box out of the house we shared, that was propped up against a table leg, but was destined for the garbage dump, and Dad noted with happiness that that box was finally being thrown out. I said yes and made my goodbyes before I headed out.
• Now, for whatever reason, here my dream did something very weird because it split into two. I lived two separate timelines of this event, one where it probably succeeded and then one where it might have failed.

Dream 2 Branch 1

• Firstly, the scene turned to me playing a game similar to Left 4 Dead 2 with Nak. We were on the second floor of a dark house, clearing out the floor and looking for a special zombie that was somewhere up here and would let us finish the game. The floor had two bedrooms, one each on the eastern and western side of the level, and each was connected by two parallel hallways that ran east-west across the level in between them, and led to a bedroom door on either end of the hallway. There was a set of stairs about halfway down the length of the hallways that connected to both passages that led to the bottom floor.
• Anyway, the special zombie we were looking for turned out to be stuck outside the window of the right bedroom, and I came up that way and saw it while Nak was clearing out the left room. I started shooting it until Nak came in as well. He jumped out and kicked it, putting it to rest and getting a level complete screen even though there were a couple of minion zombies on the roof still jumping down and reaching out for at him.
• After this game was done, it was time to leave for my trip. I packed up, took my luggage and made my way to the first pickup location with plenty of time to spare. The bus had two pickup locations, one in a more central location in Edmonton and one near the south edge about 30 minutes later, and we were asked to meet at the first location 10 minutes before the bus trip so that we could be checked in. If we were going to the second location, we had to tell her so.
• I travelled to the regular bus depot with a tall girl who was a friend of mine, and I was going to be spending most of trip with another two girls that were friends of hers and acquaintances of mine. The rooms at the resort were small rooms sized for “two and a half persons” each, with beds that could hold 37 pounds each (which I noted seemed really light), and we were basically going to bunk together and share two rooms between the four of us.
• The tall girl sat with one of her friends while I tried to settle down next to the other girl, who was an Indian girl with shoulder-length curly hair. Someone else had already sat down beside her however, though I didn’t notice this myself at first because I or her was desynced with the world somehow. I sat down, then noticed there were three people on the seat and the Indian girl was apologetically flickering in and out of existence. To resolve the desync, I left the seat and let the two of them sort it out, while I took the empty seat in front of them instead.
• That empty seat was across the aisle from a male teacher who was in a single seat. The woman teacher/driver, who had been droning on over the bus intercom in a hard to hear voice for some time, announced that we were at the second pick-up location point and asked us to hold tight as they took on the four or so people waiting there. One of her announcements that mentioned an empty seat next to the male teacher also made clear that the empty seats were prioritized for the students coming on due to Covid concerns, and that the other students that were already on board should remain in our seats. I realized that I had probably violated this by taking the empty seat already, but the male teacher looking at me didn’t seem worried about this, and so I didn’t move. Most of the other seats around me were indeed only filled with one girl even though they were two person seats, but there were some empty (and uncomfortable-looking) seats near the back of the bus, so the newly-boarded students got sent there instead. After that, the bus continued on its journey without incident.

Dream 2 Branch 2

• For some reason, I soon after had a second version of this dream where everything went wrong. Firstly, I was back with Nak on the second floor of the house in the game we were trying to clear, but this time the monster spawned behind me in a closet in the left bedroom and burst out of it to attack me. Things got chaotic here as I had to clear out of the room to make distance, and I had to hide in the right bedroom to lose the zombie and spend precious time healing up. Once that happened, Nak was with me, and we spent some more time hunting down the zombie again, who was still in the other room, before finally killing it and winning.
• Due to the extra time we had taken, I looked at the clock once I disconnected from the game and realized that it was 10:43 am, and the bus was leaving the first depot at 11 am. I was still at home and I hadn’t packed! I started to panic a bit and started my packing, but by then it was almost 11 am and a lost cause. I realized I could still make the trip if I aimed for the second depot instead, and I resolved to call a taxi to try to pick me up. I had some issues location the exact address of the second depot though, which involved several sheets of paper and ate up some extra time before I figured out that it was on the original trip brochure and even had a map and picture to boot — it was next to a McDonalds in a parking lot at 153 St and 46 Ave, some distance south and east of my house.
• I haphazardly tried to finish my packing, putting on my blue blouse and skirt, grabbing a spare change of clothes or two and some money and stuffing that into the bag I was bringing along, then trying to figure out what else I was missing and would need. Once I was done all this, it was 11:10 am and I was in real danger of missing the trip as it was about a 10 minute ride away, and I really should be there 10 minutes early as well AND had not yet had time to contact the female teacher that was both the chaperone and driver to inform her of my change of plans.
• I grabbed my phone and opened the Uber app, making a phone call to the dispatcher and requesting a “rush job” ride to the location, and said that I’d pay extra if I had to. The operator seemed bewildered, and said she’d need to share this with her colleagues. I said okay, she put down the phone to talk about it with her colleagues, and I heard some laughs in the background too, but she did come back with advice within a minute and said that I should hang up and press the request ride broadcast button on the app, and if there was someone nearby and free then they would respond to that.
• I did so, though by this point I was making plans to find my own bus trip to the resort and arriving later in the day and joining the class that way instead. But when I typed my request and the location in and pressed the button, the ride was immediately accepted by a car that was about 20 seconds south of my apartment along the road and heading in my direction. I realized that I might actually be able to make it after all, and hurriedly finished packing up and grabbed my keys to leave the house.
• Editor: I can’t find this first detailed trip to the snow resort in my dreams file, but it involved a trip in a darkened bus, I knew no one when going there so I was mostly by myself, I remember the bus pulling up to a semi-circular road in front of the resort/chalet that was gleaming with untouched snow, and I remember a nearby snow-covered city that I visited and did some shopping in. Also, that 153 St/46 Ave address doesn’t exist in real life. However, the double stop thing and a bus stop in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant is similar to the buses I did take down to Calgary and Banff in 2020 and 2021.

Sep 12 2021

• Snippet: I remember a set of stairs that led up several levels of a building. I climbed it with a friend, and on each landing level of the stairwell was a different event hosted by someone that we had to interact with before we could pass it. There were at least five or so of these events we had to “pass”, although I don’t remember any detail on them now.