A house by the lake and Hogwarts in the city
My family and I were on a roadtrip? Or we had to go somewhere to pick up my sister but we got off on a random exit on the highway, can’t remember if it showed up on the GPS or not, but first, we came to this unpaved road that circled around an island of trees. There was a green highway exit sign hanging above the way we came in. I think behind the island, there was a lake that was very shallow. We were surrounded by the forest and for whatever reason, my parents decided to walk through the lake to the other side. I followed, feeling gross because I didn’t want my feet to get wet. After about 2/3 of the way to the other side, you can see the sudden drop in the water. I remember the water was aqua blue, like at the Green Lakes in upstate New York. I remember saying that we should turn back, but my dad insisted that we kept on going. I don’t remember swimming but we must’ve because we were entering a random house on the edge of the lake. It was small, and we entered and suddenly an old lady came up to us and it scared me for a second because she looked disfigured, her face blurred out. But I did a double take, and she looked like a pleasant old lady, who was wearing clothing made out of porcelain. My mom and I commented on it because it really truly was beautiful. The house on the inside looked kind of worn, the white paint on the wooden walls flaking off, I remember seeing sky blue walls too but I can’t remember which part of the house the walls were blue, maybe in the hallway…But we sat down with her in her bedroom to talk. She slept on a futon on the ground. I don’t remember seeing my dad anywhere. I remember being nosy by opening her drawers and looking at what she has inside -.-
All of a sudden, I was in Hogwarts/a hotel/boarding school. It was difficult to tell what the place was exactly because it had all of those elements…Yes, there were wands and magic and ghosts and castle like walls, but there was a feeling of luxury and elevators in other parts of this…building, but there were also students in uniforms walking around. And for whatever reason, I knew this place was a setting in Boston. Nothing in my dream distinguished that for me. I remember swishing my wand here and there randomly to see things move out of the way, and if you walked through this specific double door, a ghost will come flying at you and you could feel the puff of air as he goes through you. I remember random walls moving to reveal different rooms or something would come out of it. I remember feeling carpeting under my feet and seeing a swimming pool? as I was going down on a glass elevator? I remember the weather being kind of bleak, overcast but the light from outside lit the hallways inside. This weather is consistent in all my dreams, hmm..But the most important part of this dream was that I found out that my sister (she was in school with me), who joined some sort of fraternity, had this guy as her big. That fucking bastard of a guy who’s name I will not say here. Despite her knowing what’s happened to me that one night, she still lets him take her out to eat and help with homework and whatnot. And I was infuriated at him because I swear if he does anything to my sister, anything at all to him, I would kill him.
Bed time: Somewhere between 11:30 PM to midnight.
Wake up: Around 6:00 AM. I heard my dad leaving the house to go to morning service.
Position of body waking up: I think I was on my right side.
Thoughts before bed: I was annoyed with my sister because she kept telling me what to do haha and I didn’t feel too great because of the cold…
Possible moment(s) where consciousness could’ve been achieved:
1. My parents don’t usually feel adventurous to walk out into the middle of the lake or just randomly go into a stranger’s house.
2. The old lady’s blurred out face, and her wearing porcelain as clothing??
3. HOGWARTS ISN’T REAL. Magic, wands, fusion of Hogwarts/hotel/boarding school = NOT REAL. ): ): ):
4. Even though my sister and I went to school together in elementary school and high school, she would never go to school with me haha :P She didn’t even apply to the college I’m at right now so. And I would do so much more than be infuriated at the bastard if I found out that he was my sister’s big.
Battle at Hogwarts and a Brother’s Love
I was in some sort of city, not sure where, but it was one of the smaller cities, like Syracuse. It kind of reminded me of the neighborhood I once lived in Korea with the tall apartment complexes. But there was a big shining bill board next to me. Behind it was like NYC, with its taxis and people’s cars honking. It was raining, drizzling really. There weren’t many people around. I received a phone call/listening to my voice mail? It was Nolan. He said something along the lines of:
Do not call me again. Never do I want to hear your voice again or know of your existence.
I remember closing my eyes and thinking back about everything we went through. I took a deep breath to compose myself. And then suddenly I was at the front of my dorm? There’s a little hill and I was sitting on it, and Quoc, one of Nolan’s little brother, came out of his car with a metal baseball bat. He was staring right at me and I knew he was angry. And I knew that he meant to beat me up. But I wondered what exactly caused him to come here and face me directly…My heart caved wondering if Nolan committed suicide. But I was so scared, I was staring between Quoc’s face and the metal bat, and then I started yelling about how I wanted to walk barefeet in the grass? How I wanted to feel the mud between my toes? I felt ashamed for being scared and I was waiting for the moment for him to raise his weapon against me. I realized, yet again, that I’m not some hero.
But then suddenly I was inside some sort of school building? I remember being with a small group of people, we were running down the staircase. Clearly we were running away from something, and we were pressed for time. I remember asking someone to throw up their key so I could lock one of the doors. And then we were in a dark chamber, and I remember seeing Snape’s face looming in the dark along with Deatheaters? I remember just shouting out different spells I could think of (it’s so hard knowing exactly which spell to use at the spur of the moment haha..) and I wasn’t even sure if they worked… When I yelled expecto patronum, I couldn’t see my patronus but apparently it was having some sort of effect on Draco Malfoy? When I yelled expelliarmus, I did hear some wands dropping to the floor which I scrambled to pick up from flimsy wands that felt like cigarettes to really bent wands, etc. I remember breaking Snapes wand with my bare hands at one point hahaha.
And then suddenly, I was in some sort of secret passageway? This was clearly at Hogwarts because of the architecture. I was with Neville? as we were climbing up the staircase, following this yellow line that was painted on the stairs. And then we run into the Hufflepuff dormitory guard (like the fat lady painting for Gryffindor) and realized that Neville and I were inside a painting. She was wearing a red dress with ridiculous makeup. And then I remember telling Neville how clever he was for finding the secret passageway.
Bed time: Around 11:10 PM? 11:45 PM?
Wake up: I woke up to my alarm at 10 AM.
Position of body waking up: I think I was on my left side.
Thoughts before bed: I was just so tired…I had to pick up my sister from her boyfriend’s at midnight and I was Skyping with Shreya at the time ahaha..So I fell asleep on her, I had an alarm set for 11:40 so I can leave the house, but Andy finally got back to me saying that he could drive her home. So then I went to bed.
Possible moment(s) where consciousness could’ve been achieved:
1. I don’t think Quoc would ever go so far as to beat people up with a baseball bat? But it’s as Nolan once told me, that he would kill for his brothers if he had to.
2. Fighting Snape and the Deatheaters…First off, Snape was a good guy and I knew that! But secondly, none of that is real )’:
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THE CAST TALKS ABOUT THEIR DREAMS
Leonardo DiCaprio: Ironically, I don’t remember my dreams very well. I only remember specific images or feelings, but I don’t remember whole storylines, just fragments of them. But recently, just when I was about to start this press [tour], I remember being in the dream state and knowing that I could manipulate the environment because I knew a little more about the dream world. I don’t remember what it was about or what I was doing, but I remember saying to myself, ‘You can work your way out of this.’ [Chuckles] And it was an interesting parallel, for sure.
Christopher Nolan: I did not have dreams as I was making the movie. I’ve never really written down dreams [in a dream journal]. If I have a very interesting dream, I will take a few moments to try and relate the dream experience into what it meant in my head. The peculiar thing about dreams is it really touches on human perception and the inadequacy of language. What happens is, in the moment that you wake up, you can recall the dream, you can re-experience it, you can remember it for a few seconds, but if you’re going to really remember that dream, you have to translate it to words. Writing into words, you lose the reality of it, but you’re left with the translation of it.
Ellen Page: Obviously, [working on the film] didn’t do a whole hell of a lot because nothing immediately comes to my mind. Always when I work, I have work dreams. You know, typically anxiety-based [dreams] about not being in on time, forgetting all my lines, all of a sudden needing to know a French accent and being like, ‘What?’ You know, those kinds of dreams. But nothing much more magical than that, unfortunately.
Emma Thomas, producer (and Nolan’s wife): Making the movie, I think I didn’t dream very much. We were working so hard on this film, it was hugely taxing physically on everybody. I don’t remember a single dream we had while we were making this movie because I was sleeping like a log. But once I watched the movie, it really made me start paying attention to my dreams. I don’t know that my dreams are any different, but once you start thinking about your dreams, it’s really interesting. If you really start focusing on them, you can remember them much more.
Wally Pfister, director of photography: The one thing I told Chris after I read the script is that I was really able to relate to this [idea]. There’s a state that I’ve encountered in dreams, and it usually happens when you’re really, really exhausted and you haven’t been getting a lot of sleep. You enter that dream state where you’re half-asleep, half-awake, and in that state, I’ve been very conscious of the fact that I’m actually dreaming while I’m doing it. I’m like, “Oh f—, check this out. I’m in a dream. I’m halfway there. But if I reach out and do [something in the dream], is that within the dream, or is that within reality?” And you can wake yourself up in a minute. You say, “Okay, if I’m in a dream, I’m gonna reach for this clock right now and wake myself up.” Sometimes you can get out of it and sometimes you can’t.
I’ve always found that fascinating. I’ve done little experiments within my dream when I’ve been in that state. I’m able to define that state when it happens. When I told that to Chris, he was like, “Yeah, that’s one of the seeds of this film. That’s what this is about. It’s about this crossover between the subconscious world and the conscious world and sometimes not knowing when you’re in the subconscious world and when you’re not.”
Joseph Gordon-Levitt: Well, I pretty much don’t remember my dreams in general. But working on Inception I think did help me strengthen my connection to my dreaming life. One goal of mine even before Inception: I always loved the idea of getting to have a lucid dream. A lucid dream is when you know that you’re dreaming while you’re dreaming, and sometimes you can even take control of what’s happening — just, you know, have your unbridled creativity make manifest in front of you. People can do that; it’s actually an acquired skill. I’ve never really been able to do it, but the closest I came [was] while I was shooting Inception.
I did have one dream where I was in L.A, where I live, hanging out with people. And I realized, ‘S—, I’m supposed to be in England at eight in the morning tomorrow to shoot! This is terrible, I’m letting everybody down! There’s no way I’ll make it there in time. Chris [Nolan] is gonna be furious.’ Etc. And then I realized, ‘Oh wait, I’m not in L.A. I’m dreaming, I’m in my bed in England right now. All I have to do is wake up, and everything will be fine.’
And then I woke up. Now what would have been cool is if I had managed to just stay asleep at that point. Then I would have been in the middle of a lucid dream, and who knows what would have happened. I would have, you know, ridden on my Luck Dragon all the way to the North Pole or whatever. But that’s not what happened, ’cause I woke up. One day — one day I’ll manage to sleep and stay lucid.
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THE CAST TALKS ABOUT THEIR DREAMS
Leonardo DiCaprio: Ironically, I don’t remember my dreams very well. I only remember specific images or feelings, but I don’t remember whole storylines, just fragments of them. But recently, just when I was about to start this press [tour], I remember being in the dream state and knowing that I could manipulate the environment because I knew a little more about the dream world. I don’t remember what it was about or what I was doing, but I remember saying to myself, ‘You can work your way out of this.’ [Chuckles] And it was an interesting parallel, for sure.
Christopher Nolan: I did not have dreams as I was making the movie. I’ve never really written down dreams [in a dream journal]. If I have a very interesting dream, I will take a few moments to try and relate the dream experience into what it meant in my head. The peculiar thing about dreams is it really touches on human perception and the inadequacy of language. What happens is, in the moment that you wake up, you can recall the dream, you can re-experience it, you can remember it for a few seconds, but if you’re going to really remember that dream, you have to translate it to words. Writing into words, you lose the reality of it, but you’re left with the translation of it.
Ellen Page: Obviously, [working on the film] didn’t do a whole hell of a lot because nothing immediately comes to my mind. Always when I work, I have work dreams. You know, typically anxiety-based [dreams] about not being in on time, forgetting all my lines, all of a sudden needing to know a French accent and being like, ‘What?’ You know, those kinds of dreams. But nothing much more magical than that, unfortunately.
Emma Thomas, producer (and Nolan’s wife): Making the movie, I think I didn’t dream very much. We were working so hard on this film, it was hugely taxing physically on everybody. I don’t remember a single dream we had while we were making this movie because I was sleeping like a log. But once I watched the movie, it really made me start paying attention to my dreams. I don’t know that my dreams are any different, but once you start thinking about your dreams, it’s really interesting. If you really start focusing on them, you can remember them much more.
Wally Pfister, director of photography: The one thing I told Chris after I read the script is that I was really able to relate to this [idea]. There’s a state that I’ve encountered in dreams, and it usually happens when you’re really, really exhausted and you haven’t been getting a lot of sleep. You enter that dream state where you’re half-asleep, half-awake, and in that state, I’ve been very conscious of the fact that I’m actually dreaming while I’m doing it. I’m like, “Oh f—, check this out. I’m in a dream. I’m halfway there. But if I reach out and do [something in the dream], is that within the dream, or is that within reality?” And you can wake yourself up in a minute. You say, “Okay, if I’m in a dream, I’m gonna reach for this clock right now and wake myself up.” Sometimes you can get out of it and sometimes you can’t.
I’ve always found that fascinating. I’ve done little experiments within my dream when I’ve been in that state. I’m able to define that state when it happens. When I told that to Chris, he was like, “Yeah, that’s one of the seeds of this film. That’s what this is about. It’s about this crossover between the subconscious world and the conscious world and sometimes not knowing when you’re in the subconscious world and when you’re not.”
Joseph Gordon-Levitt: Well, I pretty much don’t remember my dreams in general. But working on Inception I think did help me strengthen my connection to my dreaming life. One goal of mine even before Inception: I always loved the idea of getting to have a lucid dream. A lucid dream is when you know that you’re dreaming while you’re dreaming, and sometimes you can even take control of what’s happening — just, you know, have your unbridled creativity make manifest in front of you. People can do that; it’s actually an acquired skill. I’ve never really been able to do it, but the closest I came [was] while I was shooting Inception.
I did have one dream where I was in L.A, where I live, hanging out with people. And I realized, ‘S—, I’m supposed to be in England at eight in the morning tomorrow to shoot! This is terrible, I’m letting everybody down! There’s no way I’ll make it there in time. Chris [Nolan] is gonna be furious.’ Etc. And then I realized, ‘Oh wait, I’m not in L.A. I’m dreaming, I’m in my bed in England right now. All I have to do is wake up, and everything will be fine.’
And then I woke up. Now what would have been cool is if I had managed to just stay asleep at that point. Then I would have been in the middle of a lucid dream, and who knows what would have happened. I would have, you know, ridden on my Luck Dragon all the way to the North Pole or whatever. But that’s not what happened, ’cause I woke up. One day — one day I’ll manage to sleep and stay lucid.
From New Jersey to Canada
There was Luke sitting at the driver’s seat, Jon Lee at the passenger seat, and Holly, Christine, and I were sitting in the back. We were in some sort of SUV, the back seats were folded down so the entire back was just open. We were going to Canada. Someone in the beginning told us to take 81 South and I immediately knew there was something wrong. I asked, “How does that make sense?” and I think the guy was Eugene…he was saying, “No, trust me, you have to start of by going south.” And so we did. We had a road map. Syracuse was in the northeast section of Jersey, and there was a fork about 30 miles south from where we started and we had to get onto the fork in the west. But we drove too far south and we were all just talking amongst each other, taking turns looking and pointing at the map. There was a concern for time because for whatever reason, we really just wanted to be in Canada before the day was over so we were calculating the time. From where we were, we estimated 3 hours to get to the northwest part of New Jersey. And that was as far as we were gonna drive for the day I suppose haha. I was concerned about driving through the Native American reservation at night because of one bad experience in real life (there’s a reservation near where I am now and I only heard bad things about it and one night, when my friends and I decided to go for a drive at 3 in the morning, we accidentally stumbled upon it and although nothing has happened, we just wanted to get out of there, fast). But the guys didn’t seem to worry, so the girls in the back ended up getting comfortable and fell asleep.
Bed time: Around 11:30 PM
Wake up: I had my alarm set up at 3:00 AM so I could continue writing my paper but I didn’t roll out of bed til 3:30 AM to take a shower. I got up at 2:30 AM at one point to get some water.
Position of body waking up: I was facing the wall so my left side.
Thoughts before bed: Nolan was on my mind a lot…just throughout the day he was on my mind. I thought about how I wanted to give up on writing this paper and when I was gonna tell George about what happened Halloween weekend.
Possible moment(s) where consciousness could’ve been achieved:
1. The five of us is an unusual group of people…like we would never hang out together like this.
2. The fact that Syracuse was in New Jersey
3. I don’t know the roads of New Jersey so the map is a misrepresentation of the real Jersey
4. The fact that someone told us to go south to go north…
Exeter
I was in Phillips Exeter Academy. It wasn’t the exact layout of it but the brick buildings, the quad, the library, and the dorms surrounding the area definitely told me that it was so. I remember being on one of the top floors of the library. The wide windows allowed me to look outside and I saw people playing soccer on the field. I remember thinking if the people looked proportionate compared to how high up in the building I was. If I gained consciousness of this detail, lucid dreaming could’ve been achieved…..All I kept saying was, “How nostalgic! I missed this place so much!” I think I was with my girlfriend. I don’t have one in real life, but we were looking for a place to go make out. I had a place in mind, a little corner in one of the booths, but the view outside distracted me and we never got around to it :P
And then I was walking around campus? I walked by a parking garage (non-existent in real life). I remember wearing shorts, the air being warm, the flowers on the trees.
And then I was at work. I was in an unfamiliar office with my own room and desk. I remember turning around to look out my door when suddenly the power went out. A guy who was in the office across from me suddenly bursted out of his door with his suitcase and stormed out. I wondered if he was the one who turned out the lights and clearly, by the way he was leaving, it looked like he quit. He brushed past Foster (from Lie to Me) and disappeared into the hallway next to my office. Then Foster, exasperated, raised one of her arms in disbelief, her mouth opened to say something, but all she did was sigh, put her hand on her waist and said, “Well, back to work.” I turned back around and there the guy was. He was changed into his summer clothes and I smiled, knowing that he was trying to hide from Foster. And then he whipped out his guitar and started to sing but I think someone called me from outside the office? I wanted to stay and get to know this guy more but I had to leave.
Suddenly, I was walking in this garden? The concrete ground was wet from the rain. I remember flowers on branches, the brick walls, not much else…
Then there was something about a library, a huge wave of water crashing in? I can’t remember.
I’m not sure if this part of the dream was from last night or the night before, but I was making out with Charlie, and then he suddenly told me that he had a girlfriend. I remember stopping, thinking along the lines of, “Shit” and “I can’t do this again.”
Bed time: Around 1:30 AM
Wake up: I had my alarm set up for 8:15 AM so I could go to work, but after several snoozes, and checking my Facebook and text messages in between my sleepiness, I finally got up around 11:15 AM.
Position of body waking up: I think my right side, the first time I woke up, that is.
Thoughts before bed: I was tired. The last thing I did before closing my eyes was sending a text to George. We were talking about Exeter because I came across old emails from when I was 15, re-reading all these emails from my old Exeter friends and such.
School shooting
I was in a building lobby full of people just walking around, people with backpacks, talking about their tests. This room had a high ceiling, somewhere I wasn’t familiar with but I knew I was in school. I was about to walk out of the building when I heard gun shots from behind me and people screaming. I tried to leave the but people were forcing themselves out through the small doorway and I saw the shooters come around from the corner, and they yelled, “Everybody on their knees, now!” I obeyed immediately. The shooters, they were just regular students like us. They didn’t even bother to hide their identity, wearing normal clothes. They started walking through the crowd, pushing through the hands held high with their guns. Then one of them, a girl, she looked Spanish, handed me her gun. As I was holding it, she was talking to another shooter next to her. I felt taunted, as if she was testing me to see if I would use this against her. I thought quickly, figuring out if I could save these people, if I could shoot her and then shoot the other guy quickly enough. But the thought of killing someone or hurting someone scared me, and the other guy having the ability to hurt me kept me frozen in fear. So I did nothing. This was when I realized that I am not a hero. A group of girls were crying and for whatever reason, they let them go.
Suddenly, I was walking down an abandoned street. It was late afternoon and it was sunny and cold outside. There was a group of people across the street, just regular students. They crossed the street and a blond hair girl came up to me and said, “Here’s another one. Get her.” And she started to grab me while the others tried to hold me down. I looked into her face and realized that she was scared, and I thought that she was working for the shooters and that if they didn’t catch me or something, she was gonna be done for. I was terrified, trying to push other people away but they were too strong. So then I blurted out, “I was thinking of joining you guys.” This was, again, when I realized that I am not a hero.
Then I was in a room of someone’s house sitting at a dining table. The Spanish girl was there. She and this blond guy? were cleaning their guns while I just sat there trying to figure out what to do. Then I received a text from Judy, a friend from home, saying that she was nearby and wanted to say hello. Realizing that she had no idea about the shootings that’s been going on, I replied with, “TURN AROUND. AREA NOT SAFE. SHOOTERS ABROAD. GO HOME.” And then someone else texted me, Seda, from work, saying that she wanted to stop by and say hello, too. I replied with the same message. It didn’t hit me until I woke up wondering why the shooters trusted me enough to have my phone with me? And why I didn’t tell them to call for help.
Bed time: Around 2 PM? This was Thursday, by the way. I was about to turn in for a nap. Also, this dream was after I heard about the Virginia Tech shooting.
Wake up: I set an alarm for 5:30 PM or so. But I didn’t get up til 7 PM.
Position of body waking up: I can’t remember…Maybe on my back or on my side.
Thoughts before bed: I was just really tired…stayed up late the night before studying for two exams. I was looking forward to this nap. I can’t remember if I heard about the shooting before or after I ate lunch.
I’ve been home
and I’ve been really lazy about keeping up with writing down my dreams, although I have been dreaming! I don’t want this project to interfere with the pleasures of sleeping in from time to time, and besides, I feel no rush in achieving this! Life can be awesome sometimes and I want to enjoy it (:
Nuns and Monroe
I remember getting a monroe piercing. I was nervous and asked someone to hold my hand. I don’t think I was even getting this done by a professional but still, someone stuck a needle on the right side of my upper lip. I don’t know how you keep the jewelry to stay on and since I only have my ears pierced, with the post and back, I thought the monroe piercing would be the same. So I remember playing with the stud inside my mouth with my tongue, thinking this was the greatest decision of my life or whatever haha. I was walking around in this building, reminded me of church. It was during the day, with the light shining in from the windows. As I was still playing with the stud when I suddenly realized I lost the piece that held the stud in. So I was freaking out, searching all over the ground trying to look for it. And then suddenly I was running. For whatever reason, I knew it was one of the elders at church running after me. I must’ve done something, stealing seemed the most likely reason. Either case, I ran through these double glass doors into a room full of “nuns.” I wasn’t raised catholic so this surprised me a bit. But these nuns were wearing green uniforms, kind of like taekwondo uniforms but baggy. Their wrists and ankles were wrapped in thick ribbons, I’m guessing so that the bagginess of their clothes won’t get in the way. They reminded me of what the lepers were wearing in Princess Mononoke pretty much. Either case, they were wearing masks over their mouths. They were sitting, huddled up in different groups around the room. I think they were cooking. They didn’t notice me running and I was shuffling around to find a place to hide but the elder came in and caught me hiding and he just gave me a disapproving look. Then I woke up.
Bed time: Around 1:30 AM
Wake up: I woke up around 8:00 AM to my alarm. But I didn’t have this dream until I fell asleep again around 8:15 so I didn’t finally get up until 12:45 PM.
Position of body waking up: I honestly can’t remember. But my entire body was sore and realized that I’m starting to get sick.
Thoughts before bed: I was tired yet again. I was a little tipsy because I had some beer beforehand at Zach’s 21st. I was on the internet for a little while and came across the lucid dreaming post, which I reblogged. I tried the method but I couldn’t stay still or ignore my urge to move or twitch for more than 30 seconds. I gave up and rolled over to the side, thinking that I should try this when I wasn’t so tired.
Sleep paralysis? I used to have these. I understood these as panic attacks and worked on not having them anymore, which I don’t. But I will give this a try tonight.
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