Dream: The Eye

In the progression of dreams late in this morning, I found myself answering the call of a lower-middle class family for help.

The lady’s aging father had come under control of an additional eye, on the back of his neck.
It was smaller, and it was important that we didn’t let it see us while we inspected.

I looked, and as fairly certain it didn’t see my face, but it did see the top of my head.

When I turned around, I found myself wrapped in big, meaty arms. I could hear his voice in my ear.

The family was greatful; the father was free. Now, i was not.

If I looked down in my peripheral vision, I could SEE the arms clasped alongside my own.

If I struggled, they were much stronger, and I would see a greyness around me.

If I did not, then I could move mostly as I pleased.

“What is your name?”

He said, “Sergio.”

“Where are you from? How old are you?” I asked.

“New York. I was born in the 1800s.” he said, but I saw “1820” in my mind’s eye.

“What do you want?”

“I just want to be left alone,” he responded.

While we spoke, my team had extracted the eye. It was a machine, with five orange-brown colored arms, each looking like a thin version of a bendable microphone stand. At several points was a shiny sphere, and in the center, a small body housing a camera and other electronics. It was not damaged, but it was not moving. I did not feel any injury, though I noticed the meaty arms were messing. I could still speak to him.

“We can try to help you, and to find you.”

He said, “when you do, call this number.”

He had a phone, and would be waiting.

I realized the machine offered him control while it was installed, but it actually implanted a copy of him into anyone it attached to.

There would be no finding him. He was long gone, the real him. However, there were untold copies of him living, trapped, helpless, in the back of the minds of everyone this machine had latched on to.

I felt sad for him.


Shoulder stabby dream

This morning I wike from a crazy dream. It ended with some guy slashing me with a poisoned dagger, then stabbing my shoulder until it was half way detached. I eoke up, disturbed but not panicked. No pains or odd sensations, though the kids were awake on the computers.


Worst dream ever

Worst dream ever. Khai got caught up in some sort of program and refused to cooperate because he was tired and cranky. Because of this, he was given the choice of life in prison or death. He was still just a kid but he was pissed and chose death.

I had to leave because it was bedtime. I kept trying to call to make him make sure that was really what he wanted, but we could not get through because it was a new utility area with lots of construction. I was hacking a digital power distribution panel to try to get the computer to make the connection for us. There were maybe 8 of up, plus several kids.

Max was beside himself with grief the the rest of us were in shock. It was the first time he hugged me in 2 years. He was 14.

When I got to talk with Khai in person in the morning, he was really scared and did not believe it. He didn’t even remember the situation or making the choice. This is where I woke up. My chest hurts and I don’t want to go back to sleep.

UPDATEHad 2-3 other bad dreams while falling asleep, but decided to reset sleep vs log them then.

#2 was that I was at Josh Ellis’s house, and he was sitting at the bar. He got quiet and pale, and wouldn’t respond. I walked over to check on him and he started to fall. I had to lay him on the ground and perform CPR. I called the police on my cellphone, gave the address on speaker phone, “need an ambulance. Cardiac arrest”. Someone else was in the back (maybe one of his kids?) and I told them to unlock the front door. “I’m going to have to break your ribs” to him, and “his ribs” to Margie, because CPR can do that, and he’s my size. In the dream, he was just about 50, which would also be roughly 2 years in the future. To my real, semi-awake self, that part was spooky, in that both dreams pointed to something in 2015.

I don’t remember dream #3, but it was only a few seconds… Also bad. There was a 4th, but I fell all the way asleep and didn’t really store any of the events of it. All of this was between 1:34 and a little after 2am.

So, this morning, both kids gave me big hugs. Max and I had good chats, and Khai told Erica how much he liked me. Makes me a little teary eyed, and I feel better.

UPDATE2Makes me wonder if I was waking up from some other cause, and the dreams just matched it. (ie, maybe I was having palpitations, or maybe my airway was obstructed.) Because, you know, the wake-up dreams when I have to pee always have something to do with trying to find a bathroom, and being lost, frustrated that I can’t get there…


Dream

up late. woke 4 mins before alarm.

dream was i was an airline pilot flying the joke plane. was under serious pressure to fly it or lose my kob and have FAA and NTSB. go after me.

After some turn-arounds, got under way. Then ATC had me look up some ARINC alerts on my APU. could not find ANY info and stepped thru a portal to go to get help.

Basically, the plane’s logs were half on 8mm film, and half in essay form in steel filing cabinets IN THE PLANE. Also in the logs were shelves of red eyed plush monkeys in 5 sizes, and piles of leftover equipment from when the plane was an air fortress think tank.

Anyway, got help looking, and became a supporter for cleaning up the crap and converting logs into concise, typed info. Justification to airline for the expense was room for more passengers, since the entire 1st class cabin was log and equip storage.


Parallel Dreamalities

I had an awesome dream, where I slipped through to a parallel universe (sometime that’s mi idea of what dreams or daydreames are) and helped a bunch of friends and aquaintances with a world war. I was 19, but had my knowledge from now.

One friend, we became close and really enjoyed eachother. She wrote notes for me to tell her here-self to prove we new eachother so we could be friends here. I had her write it, and it was very scripty, with letters lined up a certain way. It was like elvish. She also gave me a lock of hair, coarse, long, and crinkly.

She reminded me of Stefanie F, but it wasn’t her. In that world, they knew of eachother. I cannot remember her name or where she lived.

The school we talked at, we were visiting because of a war room coordination on the weekend or evening. Schools were extra important with the war on, and they got better technology and were more fortified.

Somehow, not everyone knew there was a war, but many did.

There was also a gathering in the backyard of what was my mom’s house in this universe. Lots of tables. Lobster was there, a friend IRL from ages past.

Anyway, we didn’t get to hug goodbye. We exchanged the info in the notepad, and I told her to look up the version of me from there. I was going to call her when I got back and convince her we’d met parallel and that we should try to be friends.

I don’t remember her name, and I miss her. It’s weird to miss someone from a dream that I cannot ever remember her name (common issue of names for me). But I do. We were great friends for months, but I’ll forget she ever existed by tomorrow.

If I remembered, I would see if she were a real person. Dreams have a way of coalescing real information.

Anyway, I woke, as is the stimulus for remembered dreams, and was up 1 minute before my alarm to go bicycling. Time to have a light snack and go.


Two dreams

In my dream, I set up a lot of stuff on my coprp desktop but I was not really used yet when I was let go for speaking out too much. (annoying to execs, not violations). I was trying to figure out how to clean it off before leaving so as to not have a security risk for the execs, but I didn’t want to leave people hanging by removing things that no one else had. I was fighting myself over whether to just wipe the system, which would be the easiest way out, but would be a hardship for those who were left. The thing is, no one else would know the hardship even existed. My other option was to save info for when people called me later in the year for help, but even though it would be secure, it would be questionable to have done so. Amazingly, I was not frustrated, just indecisive. Also disappointed in the exec.

Other dream, I remember individually placing hundreds of MineCraft blocks, but not why. This is odd because I really don’t play. IRL, my builds always got destroyed, repeatedly, so I gave up many months ago.