Thread: Memories of Dreams Within My Dreams

I had the same thing happen to me recently. A google search led me to this page. It was really weird.

I started off in this big building, and knew exactly where I was going and what I was looking for. A bike glider located in a maintainance wing on the side of this mall like building. I had ridden it before, and taken trips with it (or a trip), this is the memory part, or some of it.

I got there and the man there wasn't who I was expecting (remembered). He was someone different than the last time I was there. He let me borrow it anyway. The last time (memory) that I had taken this out, I remember gauging my speed as I glided through an L shaped alley based off of this yellow strip on the side of a building as I left the alley and went to land on the sidewalk next to a huge highway.

In my memory of this trek that I was taking for the second time, apparently, I ended up in what I knew was Kentucky, but it was definitely not Kentucky; it was far too oriental. So as I'm gliding off of this mountainside (thousands of feet in the air, on a pedal bicycle with a cloth glider fixed, idk how, onto the top), there are these trees, huge trees, that split near the base and branch off into flat tops. I landed on one of these flat tops. I then ended up shortly thereafter (not sure how) up in this room, it must have been an information kiosk of some sorts, trying to figure out how to get across the other side of the mountain. The weird thing about this place was that it was up in the tree tops, a cemented building located up in the tree tops.

They didn't want me to, but I needed to, as that was where my destination was. It sort of had this "forbidden city" type vibe about it. This is the most prominent part of the memory I had in this dream.

Now to go back, I borrow this bike again, and I'm not going to the same place I was going before, I'm going to the kiosk like building, which according to my map, was just over 1000 miles away. So there's some boring traveling stuff, and I get there, to the valley with the trees. I can see the tree that I had landed on before. It had 3 splits near the base, and the one that I had landed on previously had been cut down, so there were 3 splits, but only 2 extended upwards all the way; the 3rd was a tree stump.

I end up in the room (kiosk, as I've been calling it) and it's a little different than I (dream self) remembered it. There were Asian girls in black t-shirts and short shorts there as what I would guess to be entertainers (not in the stripper sense). I ended up, apparently, hitting it off with one of them, and asked her for her number. She wouldn't give it to me. There was this computer and projector in the corner of the room, projecting onto the wall that was most adjacent to the destination I had gone to previously, and it had a chat room sort of thing up that allowed you to put in pre approved responses. Things such as hello, etc. If you wanted to do more with it, you needed a city password, which the girl had. The whole sense almost made me feel like I was somewhere to the effect of North Korea, where you can come in and see the tourist side, but they conceal the real nature of the place.

She wouldn't give me her number, but she would give me her facebook, and she pulled it up on the computer so I could get her username, etc. Within a few minutes, she wasn't welcome there working for the "forbidden city" (I don't think it was ever called that officially) anymore.

I'll stop here, because I don't want to bore you with all the details of my dream. What I find really weird is the vividness of not only the dream, but the memories of my travels in the same dream scenario. The place I visited, as well as the places I remembered visiting but never went to. (I never actually visited the building with the yellow strip outside the L shaped alley, I just remembered it, as well as a few others, like a storage unit that I saw my guitar player at, I feel like I rode this bike-glider to his wedding, but am not sure)

I have literally never had this happen before, and I am all but 100% sure that my memories don't have an actual dream associated with them, other than the dream that they were memories within.

Is this what you're referring to as memories within a dream, OP?