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.
I was at my parents house and it was raining. I walked out the front door because someone was dumping what looked like pieces of a metal bridge on all the lawns on our street. They drove away when they saw me. A man on a bike rode up to the house and said he had scheduled a date with my sister. The three of us got in a car and drove to a restaurant.
I went to the basement of the restaurant alone and met up with three other guys who apparently were my friends but who I don’t know in reality. The room looked like an old Chinese restaurant with dark red carpet and round tables. We were all there for a group job interview, and apparently the entire company was going to watch.
After some basic questions I gave a few smart aleck answered to the point that one of the higher-ups who had been silent became visibly irritated and drew up some obscure programming related scribble on one wall that was a whiteboard. One of my friends knew the answer but the subject matter made me doubt the job was right for me.
After the interview some food was brought out and the employees all scrambled for it. I followed one of the workers back into the kitchen and asked why everyone was so eager. She told me many of the people there weren’t actual employees but a sort of permanent temp that never got real benefits from the company. I decided then I wouldn’t take the job even if offered.
I was meeting my old boss and ex-coworker at an arcade I had never been to. It was in a small yellow building with a paid parking lot. Inside the room was fairly shabby and the machines ranged from video games to cranes and vending machines.
We weren’t terribly impressed so we went to another part of the building. Before we walked over i paid for my parking at what i thought was the machine. I saw another machine that looked newer but I didn’t want to pay twice.
We saw a freakish Slimer doll that had an animated face. I tried to get a video of it on my phone but I wasn’t fast enough and the animation wouldn’t trigger again. In the back corner there was an old computer with a floppy disk drive that had emulators of old games. The computer was missing its side panel and extra parts were spread out all around it as if someone tries to repair it and gave up in the middle.
We decided to leave and I realized there was a second parking lot that was free. Since my coworkers had been here before that’s where they parked. I went to get my car and saw there was a bill for $1000. I went inside to ask about it and the owner said I didn’t have to pay and this was just a scare tactic they used. I left the parking lot successfully with my paid ticket, even though I stayed quite a while longer than the time I had actually paid for.
We had decided to go to a grocery store next, but I couldn’t remember which. I checked my phone and there were five grocery stores close to the arcade, so I tried to text my coworkers. As I was doing this another person from my old office walked out of the arcade and told me where they went. Apparently she now worked at the arcade, which seemed very odd.
I’m not sure i was the main character of this dream, it seemed more like a story I was observing from the outside.
A man was attending college somewhat reluctantly. He was in the cafeteria and got up to use a condiment bar that was set up like a turning jewelry case. As he was gathering pickles two younger looking girls walked up and tried to spin the condiment case, but since the man wasn’t done he prevented it from moving. The girls screamed insults at him and made a scene, but the man didn’t react outwardly.
Later in class the man and one of the girls were paired up to do a project. The girl again made a scene, prompting the man to walk out of class and stop attending school altogether.
Some time later officers from the school financial department came to the man’s door to demand tuition payments. The man explained there were factors preventing him from attending so we did not want to pay. He then lead the men to the loud girl’s door.
Some time later the man returned to his school apartment and found a sketch book left on the doorstep. It was from the girl, filled with apologies and drawings. In the beginning they were childish drawings of cartoon characters like Scooby Do, but towards the end it evolved into detailed drawings of people.
I was attending a video game convention Ina hotel. I played some game sand talked with people I had seen online. Suddenly my family was there and said we had to leave. My mother had a checkerboard rash diagonally across her face, so I agreed and we went to retrieve our coats.
The coat check area had been totally rearranged into a series of rows. Some had cubby like hanging areas and some had drawers. Everything seemed to be in inappropriate places, with coats crammed into drawers and pants hanging up. There was no organizational system do I had to look through everything. Some coats had number tags on them and some had tags describing how the owner looked.
Suddenly I realized I was already wearing my coat, and that there was another area that was much easier to search through. I wondered if we had been looking through a retail section. I noticed there was a large yellow stain on the inseam of my coat.