Last night I had three different dreams.
I dreamed I was a robit. Kind of a Westworld scenario with me dying and coming back to life, gaining more consciousness and free will every time.Much less depravity, though. I was in a very modern, stylish, gigantic laboratory complex. Lots of informational plaques about biology on the wall. It looked interesting, but I had other things on my mind. There was something about me being recruited for this new job during my old job(I don’t know, this part doesn’t make sense to me, either.) In the last iterations I had escaped, and finally I was on a sort of path out in nature on a mountainside, with some community, like a town or village, in the valley below. It was desolate and lonely but also very beautiful. I think I was trying to make it to a major highway, but I died before I could make it.
I was a participant in a documentary with two other males, but I never saw the camera. Everything seemed like it was the 1950s, but as it actually existed as opposed to how people remembered it. It was something about the kind of jobs people had, the clothing styles, the attitudes, the architecture, and the age people were married at, the fact that a lot of people seemed to be in the military (though I really only saw two other people), that made me think it was the 50s. Lots of junkyards and things. We were sort of walking between/through towns in the Pacific Northwest, by railroad bridges, and on trails through more wild areas, and so forth. Except I eventually realized it couldn’t be the 1950s, and it had to be at least the 80s, because the wreckage in the junkyard was clearly from the 1970s. One of the other males (the age was hard to pin down….we all seemed like adults, yet children/teenagers), said his name, and I recognized his name as the name of an actor from a series I watched. Only he was much younger. I had the sensation that I had traveled to the past, and yet I couldn’t reveal this, so I declined to provide specifics as to my exclamation of surprise. The two males went away and I somehow ended up leading a band of youth (like, kids, teenagers, and twenty-somethings [again age was hard to pin down] of all races) in a post-apocaplyptic, poisoned landscape, with burned out bridges and junkyards everywhere. We had to deal with unscrupulous adults who we didn't trust. Then I caught a glimpse of something better, in the form of a monorail that went underwater.
Finally I dreamed my cousin was getting married again. I remembered that when my cousin got married the first time, it was a real kind of growing up moment, with the realization that I wouldn't be young forever. For some reason all of my extended family was staying in a single hotel room, with everyone on the floor. My grandparents were still alive, like in many dreams involving my extended family. I didn't stay up that late carousing and kept things to a minimum, but the next morning I had trouble getting to brunch. I was kind of sleepwalking and stuck in a dream, while simultaneously consuming food and drink. I asked a waitress for a double espresso to wake me up from my dream (within a dream), but she said she couldn't give it to me for some reason. I got mad and argumentative and apologized, explaining that I was only half awake. She said it was ok and she was under a lot of pressure. I said that one day, both of us would laugh about this, even though none of us would know the other.