All that I can remember of this dream is that part of the dream took place outside, I was walking somewhere when I saw The Rock (Dwayne Johnson) teaching a man and a woman some exercises in and near a ditch and / or sunken area near a small body of water.
The Rock and the other two people were going up and down the ditch or hill doing lunges, stretches, and other exercises focusing on their form / technique & endurance; and The Rock was a good teacher, I maybe have briefly joined them, but I can not remember.
I had this dream when I took a nap on the living room couch last night after work.
Unfortunately I can not remember most of the dream, but I think that it took place inside a building that had fictional version of The BP Library that was possibly combined with a store and maybe an amusement park-like place that possibly had a hotel; I do know that whatever the library was connected to felt familiar like maybe I had a dream about that place recently.
Once again I had many short, detailed, and interesting dreams last night; and once again I forgot a few of them, but I managed to remember part of four of the dreams after constantly waking up and going back to sleep at the end but I might remember part of a fifth dream later.
All that I can remember of this dream is being inside my parent’s house, which was a bit larger and nicer in some areas, and a terrible storm was taking place outside; and my family was spread around the house in different rooms, and I was in my brother GC’s room with the actress Sofía Vergara trying to keep her calm because she was very scared of the storm.
The sounds of the storm were a bit scary and at some point the storm because even worse and more strange when what seemed to be small meteors/whatever started falling from the sky hitting things; and some were hitting the house and going through the ceiling causing sparks as they burnt up and hit things, and I did what I could to warn the rest of my family and keep Mrs. Vergara safe.
The meteor shower/whatever probably calmed down after a while but the storm was still going, everyone in the house was still alive and well but scared, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day outside my parent’s yard on the grass outside of the fence of The B House of our neighbor’s who live across the street, I was relaxing in this area with some of my family like maybe it was the morning after the storm from the first dream, and wife and son at The B House were outside on their small front porch enjoying the outdoors as well.
I remember us greeting our neighbors and we sat relaxing and talking a bit like we were glad to be alive and outside again, it a positive and somewhat strange experience/mood to this dream, and at some point my family started to walk back toward our yard so I followed them; but I woke up.
This was my longest and most detailed and favorite dream from last night, it was personal sometimes and realistic sometimes and movie-like sometimes, and this dream also involved a terrible and scary storm at the end.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day at a shopping mall on a beach, I remember walking around the mall exploring and thinking several times, and at some point I went inside an arcade in the mall; and I looked around at the different arcade games as people played them, and there were some old hand-held games mounted on the walls that you could play as well.
It was like being in the 1980s and 1990s again, I probably played some games and thought about old memories, and at some point my fun was interrupted when I saw my former male schoolmate SW; for some reason I did not want to be seen or bothered, it was nothing personal, and so my mood became a bit negative and I tried to avoid him seeing me.
There were sitting areas where you could sit and eat, drink, and talk; and there were some sitting/laying areas, and so I went to the laying area to lay down to pretend to be sleeping hoping that my former schoolmate SW would not notice me or bother me or that he would leave eventually.
At some point he probably saw me and so I left without saying anything, across from the arcade I saw a shoe store with some old posters/images of me wearing some whitish and blackish colored fake Air Jordan’s (shoes by the basketball player Michael Jordan), and there were three posters/images of me in the past with dates on each image/poster showing which years they were taken.
This brought back real and fake memories from when I had some cheap blackish and whitish colored $20 shoes that looked almost like Air Jordan’s back when I was in maybe 6th grade, I took them back though because they got too much attention because people kept thinking that they were real Air Jordan’s, and I had some possibly fake memories of having some Shaquille O’Neal shoes that looked almost like Air Jordan’s.
I also wondered how did this store have images of me wearing those shoes from years ago, this also made me want to see and try some of those shoes again, but at some point I kept walking and thinking on my way to leave the mall; and at some point I walked outside toward the beach to leave by walking on the sidewalk.
I saw Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson to the right of me either on the sidewalk or on the beach by the sidewalk, to my left on the beach I saw a male lifeguard with whitish colored skin, and I saw other people on the sidewalk and beach; but then my former female classmate N (I forgot her last name even though I remembered it earlier today, she had brownish colored skin with dark-colored hair, and she wore glasses) greeted me, but then we saw a giant tidal wave or tsunami in the sky heading toward the beach and land.
It was so high in the sky that I have never seen anything like it before, everyone stopped in shock and fear and confusion and amazement, and then Mr. Johnson and my former classmate N and I and some others were going to run to the mall hoping to avoid getting crushed; but the lifeguard told us to stay where we were.
The giant tidal wave was going to be landing in a few seconds and so we would only have time to reach the mall, we decided to not wait, and most of us started running for our lives to the mall; and some of us made it inside, and we continued running trying to reach the upper floors before the water fills the building.
My former classmate N ran with me, Mr. Johnson made it inside but I am not sure which direction he went in, and a group of mostly upper class British school girls from a private school and their male teacher and female teacher ran with us as well; and to my right I found a wooden entrance to an upper floor that was a small middle class British private school made of nicely carved wood mostly, and so the school girls and their teachers and my former classmate N and some other people followed me as water started to fill the first floor.
Most of the people started to sit down as some of us tried to see if this floor went any higher up, I remember hearing some of the school girls saying that one of them was probably going to not like this school because it was not upper class enough and it was too small, and most of the other people were trying to calm themselves.
This was like a disaster movie that felt real and movie-like, I was focused on trying to survive and help other people survive, and so I knew that we had survived getting crushed and now we needed to get as high up as we could to avoid drowning as the water level quickly rises; but I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I remember being outside near the G House with my parent’s because my mom’s side of the family were gathering together for a meeting and then a family gathering, and I remember going inside a narrow building/room near where the R Trailer should be for the meeting.
The room had stadium-style seating that went from the bottom of the room to the top, I sat near the top with my parent’s and my former male classmate (I remembered his name this morning but I forgot it now, he had dark brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair, and another one of my classmates had a name that was similar to his) was suddenly sitting behind me even though he is not a family member; and even in the dream I was confused about him being there, and I wondered where he came from.
During the meeting my mom talked briefly and a fictional male family member with dark brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair kept making rude and snarky comments at and about my mom, it was slowly becoming annoying, and my former classmate got angry; and he told me that I should not let him talk about my mom like that, I agreed, and he was about to get up to go deal with him but I thanked him and told him that I would talk to him myself after the meeting.
My former classmate kept close and he was very supportive during the dream, giving advice and watching my back and he was ready to deal with anyone causing problems (he was like undercover dream security), and after the meeting I calmly talked to my fake family member about his rudeness toward my mom; and this was handled peacefully, even though my former classmate felt like beating him up and I somewhat felt like it too, but that goes against my beliefs.
After talking with some other family members we went outside, there was going to be a break, and then we would start preparing for the family gathering; but I woke up, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream was a short reoccurring dream that I kept having as I kept waking up and going back to sleep, it was like being in quicksand, I wanted to get out of bed but I could not and I kept going back to sleep; but I can not remember what kept happening in this reoccurring dream other than a male voice telling me something.
I barely remember part of a dream fragment that took place inside my parent’s house during the day, I remember going into the kitchen and noticing that we had Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, and then I think that I remember Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson being in the living room; and something happened to him (someone possibly hit him with something and/or did a wrestling move on him and/or something that I can not remember) and then he was going to do his finishing move The Rock Bottom on someone or me, and maybe this was for fun/a joke but I can not remember.
This dream was probably inspired the French film Ma Femme Est Une Actrice (My Wife Is An Actress) staring the actress Charlotte Gainsbourg, which I watched last night (I finally finished watching it after having it on my computer since about 2007, it was in French, and I used custom English subtitles that I downloaded a few years ago), and part of a video that I saw of the actress Kristen Stewart talking with her friend in an automobile on their way to a film screening.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I think that I was at a fictional version of my parent’s house or a fictional house during the day, I got a letter and/or video and/or something like that saying that my video was accepted (I think there was a contest where you would submit a video of yourself acting, and so I decided to enter the contest for fun) and that I was invited to an acting/film awards show as a contestant, and so I told my family about this; and so when the day arrived I got dressed in a blackish colored tuxedo or suit, and I went to the acting/film awards show late in the afternoon.
It took place in a one-story building with a large opening on one side of the building with maybe a thin whitish-colored veil/curtain halfway covering it and blowing in the wind slightly, it was very dimly lit inside, and there were vertical rows of seating where people sitting on each row were facing each other; and everyone was dressed up nicely, and most of the people were former classmates of mine and there were some actors and actresses there like the actress Jodelle Ferland.
It seemed that everyone else and I were younger in this dream, maybe high school age(d) or just graduated from high school, except for some of the workers and the host/presenter (he was an older man with whitish colored skin with whitish/grayish colored hair with maybe a slightly British or upper-class accent when he spoke English) who were older.
Maybe the other contestants and I sat in the back of the room near the entrance facing everyone else so we could see their sides, who were facing each other so they could not see us unless they looked to their side, and the host was at the front of the room; and I remember being excited, surprised, amazed, mostly calm (slightly nervous, but mostly calm), et cetera.
Everyone seemed to be acting well-behaved and a bit tense and stereotypical because there were cameras probably recording everything so we were probably on television, the internet, radio, et cetera; and so there would be video, audio, images, et cetera posted publicly around the world in newspapers, magazines, websites, et cetera.
Talent agents, celebrities, companies, managers, et cetera would also be watching and looking for people to hire/et cetera; things looked and felt a bit realistic and how I would expect things to be in this situation, I was shocked that I was even there because I have no acting training or experience, and I had entered the contest for fun not expecting to be chosen.
The acting/film awards show began and when they would announce a winner, the winner would have to walk across the room between the rows where most people sat, and then stand at the front of the room until all the winners were called up; and at some point the called my name to my surprise, and I was shocked. 😀
A jobless, ugly, shy, et cetera person who was expecting to enter the computer job field who had no acting experience or training or interest who suffers from social anxiety and generalized anxiety disorder and depression et cetera just won an acting/film award; it made no sense to me and I wondered if they had made a mistake, but it made me smile and laugh and I walked happily to the front smiling at people I knew and saying their names and I even stopped to shake my former male classmate JF’s hand.
I was amazingly calm during this walk as people clapped and the cameras and people’s eyes followed me, I stood in line with the other winners as we waited for the rest of the winners to be announced, and my former male classmate AM was in line with us; and during this wait I started to get nervous sometimes because we had to stand up in front of everyone/the cameras for so long, and finally all the winners were announced and lined up.
The host then told us that he would call us one-at-a-time to walk over to him, we had to give him a password to something (I assume that it was the password for our accounts for this competition), he would shake our hand and we would take some photographs, we would do a few other things, and then we would walk back near the entrance again to wait to get our awards after the show; and then we would probably take more pictures, do interviews/meetings with the press/people in the film industry/et cetera, and maybe we would have a special gathering or after party.
The host started calling out names, some of the people were not at the awards show so there was no one there to accept the awards for them, and I remember being worried about someone hearing our passwords but it seemed that they did this quietly where we could not hear; and at some point we all finished this part of the process, and we waited near the entrance.
The awards show ended and everyone else started to leave as us winners waited, I was still amazed and surprised and excited about everything, and I remember thinking about my future and wondering if I should consider getting training to become an actor; and I wondered would some people offer me roles for some films/television shows/et cetera, and I wondered would people start recognizing me (I was not so comfortable about this).
I thought that it was very strange that there were probably people thinking that I had a lot of potential to make it big in the film industry and that some celebrities and others in the business might recognize me and want to work with me, I also could not remember what video of myself did I submit to the contest, and I was surprised that I even did this.
I hate my voice and I do not like it being recorded or hearing it, I do not like to be recorded or photographed, I can not act, I can not dance, I can not sing, I am not attractive, I am not fashionable, I do not like crowds, I do not want to be famous, et cetera so it made no sense that I would even record myself acting and submit it in a contest; and so I assumed that maybe I had acted out a scene from one of my dreams and/or daydreams and/or thoughts and/or one of my many ideas/stories that I thought up.
I woke up as I was thinking, enjoying the moment, and waiting.