My wife and I went on a haunted tour of a sunken city that was supposedly haunted. To reach the area we had to scuba dive down narrow tunnels filled with what looked like stretched marshmallow. It was supposedly ectoplasm suspended in water but it was easily cleared away by swirling my hand in the water. We didn’t see any ghosts but the dive was enjoyable and the underwater architecture was interesting.
I was going to a video store to rent some VHS tapes. The building was all glass with metal beams between the panes. The clerk sent me back to a separate room with all the tapes on racks several stories tall. I was going to rent a specific movie, but when I got to the far corner of the room there was a car crashed inside the room. On the hood a woman was laying crumpled, apparently hit by the car. I walked around and was browsing the shelf. The woman got up and creeped over to me. Apparently she was an employee at the store who dressed up like that to increase the ambiance of the store. We found the movie I was looking for and joined a group of people who all wanted to watch it in a part of the store that looked like a classroom.
My wedding was coming up, I was staying at some kind of rental house getting ready. I had to travel back to my parents house to find something in my old room. The room looked exactly as it did when i was in high school. I had to root through several drawers to find something. The next day I had to go back to the wedding venue for my sister’s wedding.
I visited a friend’s house whose family moved from one house to the house next door. We laughed about me going to visit and having to move one house over to ring the right doorbell. The new house had lofted rooms with large wooden beams framing the rooms. We looked in through the glass front door and saw embers glowing at the bottom. We looked at the other house, then back to the modern one and the beams were on fire. We broke into the house and put the fire out with small extinguishers.
I learned about a baseball player who gets physically larger when he feels negative emotions. He resembled Venom from Spiderman but was severely depressed about his larger form. Some of his friends had to console him which seemed incongruent with his powerful transformation.
I was leaving a large event and was walking through the arena parking lot. I saw a man in a blue car that was shaped like a minivan, but was only large enough for him to lay down in, with no room for other passengers. He said something I knew was directed to me but couldn’t hear. I doubled back to see what he wanted. He seemed surprised I would acknowledge him and smugly walked off, happy that he got my attention. I realized he had been buying drugs, and while I was talking to him his dealer had snuck up behind me with a knife. I wheeled around and reached for a weapon of my own, but suddenly woke up.
I was actually still sleeping in reality, but woke up in the dream. I told my girlfriend about the dream but neither of us knew what it meant. I walked out of my bedroom and realized we were sharing the payment with an old coworker of mine. I walked back to the bathroom, which was painted a dark red color. The ceiling above the tub was leaking, but luckily the water drained away. I went into the hall where there was another bathroom and bedroom for our roommate. The ceiling was crumbling in the other bathroom, with pieces of drywall falling from the suddenly impossibly high roof. I sat down on the bed and a small dog and cat ran up, both had what looked like sweat rolling down their faces. I checked the thermostat but it didn’t appear to be working. I turned it down to almost 40 degrees but the room stayed warm.
My coworker drove us to meet a friend of his in a tan SUV. We arrived at what looked like a boardwalk arcade set up in a warehouse. It was a kind of art exhibit, but I couldn’t enjoy it because I was afraid I would be late for work and kept checking my watch.
I was at an airport waiting for a flight. The building was laid out like a shopping mall. Since I had time before my flight I decided to go to the bathroom. I went down an escalator and wandered around until I found it.
Inside there were several large sections, but where the urinals should have been there was a wide open room with a huge carpet covering he floor. The carpet had a pattern of circles on it that resembled a golf training mat, with different colored circles designated with different values. I figured that although there were no walls or explicit rules about using this room it was the norm to do one’s business on one of these circles. I picked a large red one labeled “probably a hole in one.”
From an adjacent office I heard airport staff complaining about a motivational speaker who was giving a seminar in one of the airport conference rooms. They believed he was a con artist who would be sued by one of the old ladies in attendance. By the way they were talking I assumed this was not the first time a speaker like that had visited the airport.
A friend from high school got a tattoo on his shoulder of two concentric circles. As I was talking to him the tattoo started leaking ink. The ink leaked down his arm until it changed into a confusingly complex geometric shape. It changed again later to an arcane symbol. He didn’t seem to notice or care about what was happening on his skin.
I bought a house with my girlfriend and we were starting to redo the interior. Everything was extremely dated, with flower pattern wallpaper and strange color combinations. We worked to repaint and reorganize things with some other family members. I went out to my car and realized that the house didn’t have a garage, though I was sure it did when I bought it. The house had a sidewalk in front, then a dramatic drop to the street below. I couldn’t park on the street because there was no shoulder, and the sheer cliff would make it impossible for me to get up to the house even if there was a place to stop. I drove around a steep ramp to the neighborhood above to try and find a road on the back side of the house.
I was at my parents’ house helping my old boss interview candidates for a job. We were sitting in my old bedroom reviewing resumes when I noticed a kid wandering around the house. I tried to help him get to where he needed to go, but I wasn’t sure where that was. I had a cellphone that was shaped like an iphone, but it bent in the middle at an angle so it would sit up on a table. I left it on my bed while I was wandering around the house.
I went into the garage as both my parents were pulling their cars in. They went through a complex series of motions to get three cars to fit in a two car garage. When they got out they seemed agitated and asked if I had checked my phone recently. Apparently something happened earlier in the day at Wendy’s (the fast food restaurant) and they had been calling me non-stop. When they couldn’t reach me they somehow got in touch with my parents. I ran back to my phone and saw dozens of missed calls. This made me angry and I went downstairs to where the land line phone is in the kitchen. After several unsuccessful attempts I punched a hole in the drywall.
I was on an international vacation with a friend. I didn’t know my way around the building we were in so I started to wander. In some parts of the building the structure looked like a house, in others it looked more like a shopping mall. I looked into a tall door and the room within looked completely different from the rest of the building. I was standing in a room that looked like a large shopping mall, but inside the door the walls and floor were purple and green colors. The material that made up the room looked almost organic, covered in bumps and imperfections. The colors seemed to shift the longer I looked at it.
There was a rock in the center of the room with round sided and a flat top and bottom. A lump of material slid around the side and started to change shape. I asked if it knew where I was because I had lost my way in the building. The lump started to grow and pull away from the rock, forming a tortured sort of face that seemed to be in pain from the separation. I didn’t think anything of this and continued to ask for directions from the wailing blob. Once it was fully off the rock it reformed into a largeish scorpion type bug with an old man’s head in the middle of the thorax. The colors of the bug matched the room, shifting between gold, green and purple. The bug told me it was necessary for me to adopt a set of superpowers to help it defeat a sinister force. I wasn’t interested in this so I started to walk away. The bug followed me and tried to brush up against me to impart the magical powers, but I kept avoiding it and stalling by asking for more details. We wandered around the building like this until I woke up.
This morning I was woken up early by my cats. I went back to sleep about 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off and has this dream.
I woke up and saw that I had overslept by 45 minutes because something went wrong with my alarm. I was agitated by this and got up to get ready to go to work. Repair people were scheduled to do work on my air conditioning, and when I got up they burst into the apartment. The apartment had the same layout as it does in reality, but it as much larger in the dream. I closed my two cats in the bedroom so they wouldn’t disturb the workers, but I realized the wall to that room ended where my mattress ended, several feet above the floor. The cats easily scampered under the bed and out into the rest of the apartment.
I went into the bathroom to get ready for work but the lights didn’t work. I heard a light scrubbing sound so I assumed a coworker who was staying with me for some reason must be doing his business in the dark, so I got out of the pitch black room quickly. The workers were buzzing around and I needed to get to work. I went back into the bathroom and found an alternate set of switches in the dark that turned on a light built into my medicine cabinet, and a radio that started blasting music in the bathroom. I saw the scrubbing was another worker who was cleaning my shower for some reason. I shooed him out of the room and got ready for work.