Filed under: Dreams
As I started writing this dream down, I started to remember the middle portion of it. It doesn’t connect the two portions of dream together, I’m convinced that the two are completely unrelated. Though when I think about the two together, all I remember is a big empty, black space where there should be dream or simply an instant transition between the two dreams. I’m not sure what that was. I do know that when I woke up, I was terribly sad, as if what had happened in the second dream bore the same weight as something equivalently devastating that could happen to me in real life. I couldn’t get it out of my head all morning and the more I thought about it, the sadder I got. It really was quite terrible and I’ve never had something hit home like this before. The first part of the dream is completely unrelated to the horrible part of it. I’m not sure why it was even there. It was so uneventful, comparatively. But I’ll write it in anyway. I’m going to warn you now that the second half of my dream is kind of gruesome and might gross some people out. Read at your own discretion.
It was night time, around 10 or 11pm in autumn (so around this time of year, maybe a few weeks from now; still warm enough to wear shorts during the day but cold enough to cover up at night). I was with some friends of which I can only specifically remember Scott, Darek, Brad, and Christina (all from BinaryChaos). We were on a highway of some sort, it kind of looked like Trans Canada 1 would up in Glacier National Park between Revelstoke and Banff. The highway’s two directions were not separated by a median in that area, for some reason. However, we were stopped and out of our cars in a patch of grass where the median was just starting to separate the two sides of the highway, so we were parked and standing on sort of the beginning of a ‘V’ of grass. The road was completely dead and I don’t know why we were out there, let alone parked on the median and standing outside, but there we were. Scott, Darek, and I all drove so our cars were parked in a triangle/circle type thing and we were all standing in the middle and staring at the sky. Christina and I were trying to take pictures of the stars and the other three were just looking at them. And that’s all it was, that dream just ended like that, us standing on the median of a deserted mountain highway looking at the stars.
—Black space here—
I was standing with a group of friends (none of them real). Most of them were anime-style cartoons (don’t ask, I honestly have no clue, I haven’t watched anime in months) except for one girl. She appeared to be one of those down-to-earth girls with short, short, short golden chestnut-y hair, a cream colored tanktop and a calf-length brown flowy summer skirt (yes, specific, I know). She was pretty in an innocent kind of way. It is important to note here that she is vegan. I don’t know what her name was. Actually, I don’t know what any of their names were. When I’m around the entire group in the dream, I don’t seem to take any form (I see it from first person point of view). So I’m neither cartoon nor “real person”. However, when I am with the two types of friends separately, I take on whatever style of appearance they do (so when I’m with the girl, I am as I am in real life; when I am with the other four, I am as I would be animu-style [God that sounds so lame but I assure you, it made the dream creepier]). Aside from her, there were four others, as I’ve mentioned. Two of them were bears. They were both white; however they did not share the same physiology as polar bears. Firstly, one bear seemed as if he was drawn in a rather comic style: simple line art, not too much detail, round, childish features such as his arm being a long u-shape and his “paws” or “hands” being represented by five little claws sticking out of the end of his nubbly arm (kind of like you would imagine a stuffed bear would look like- except his posture resembled an actual bear, none of this teddybear-like stature; he looked extremely similar to this picture, only fatter and not made of plastic). Let’s call him Simple Bear. The other bear was drawn in a more realistic style. Again, he was white, just like Simple Bear, but was not a polar bear (the face and general body structure was not right- strange, I know, they were cartoons, but I could tell). I’ll call him Complex Bear and he looked something like this. Both bears could speak and act like normal human beings and both enjoyed taking part in bear activities as well. The remaining two friends were both boys- one was apparently my boyfriend (with whom I was very much in love) and the other was his best friend. My boyfriend kiiiind of reminded me of the MC of Persona 3, only instead of blue hair and grey eyes, he had black hair and black eyes. Other than that, now that I look at it, they were fairly similar. Hilariously enough, his best friend strongly reminded me of Duo Maxwell, only drawn in the same style as Boyfriend and his face was a little different.
Anyway. We were standing on a street together. There were no people or cars and my view of everything was weirdly distorted, like everything was slightly diagonal and from a slightly higher vantage point. Apparently we were getting together because we felt that we had to save the world. There was a disease or pandemic of some sort sweeping the world that centered around a person making an important decision in his or her life. For example, staying true to oneself, unfortunately, infected that person with this blight of sorts and the only way to save yourself from it was to completely reject everything that you believe in. However, you had to fully believe in your rejection, so if you previously believed that all criminals should be arrested, in order to save yourself, you couldn’t just outwardly say, “I reject the arrest of criminals,” you actually had to believe that all criminals should not be arrested. As you may imagine, making yourself believe something that you don’t actually believe is obviously nearly impossible. This unfortunately resulted in pretty much everyone catching the disease. Additionally, when one is infected, the only words that generally come out of his mouth are those that express the belief that he refused or was unable to reject (i.e. “ARREST CRIMINALS”, etc.). As for the affliction itself, it was rather gruesome and resulted in death. It began with the blackening of eyes (I’m going to have to guess that this was somehow True Blood inspired, Maenad-style). People’s eyeballs, completely and wholly, would turn black. Not only that, but their eyes would “leak” (I suppose that’s the best word) a liquid as black as their eyes, but had extremely high viscosity. As such, the afflicted always had dark streams staining from their eyes down to their jaws. Once afflicted, the people would then start to cough up or vomit blood profusely and steadily, from any frequency from every 10-30 seconds, every 10 minutes, or every hour, depending on the person. The frequency of blood vomiting didn’t seem to have any affect on their actual health or time of death- how fast someone died was completely independent of this symptom and unique to each person. However, the frequency of blood vomiting did represent how insane they had become (the faster, the crazier), for anyone who is infected loses all reason and rationality and is merely insane, killing others or creating mayhem until he or she dies him/herself.
The source of the disease was actually my mother (LOL). Except it was different in that she wasn’t throwing this disease at us in order to conquer the world, she was simply the origin of the disease and explained that it was happening simply because it had to. As a result, the disease did not affect her, obviously, but it also didn’t affect me. I am assuming because I was her daughter (in my dream, I had no brothers or father), or because she was somehow protecting me from it. However, she was still not seen as a “good guy”, she was still regarded as a “bad guy”. She actually reminded me of the Cloud of Darkness (not in appearance- but in mannerisms and speech in that things happened simply because they are inevitable, all will return to the void, etc. etc. etc.). We knew that defeating her would not end the plague, as did she, so we actually kind of coexisted together. I was a little miffed with her that this whole disease business started, of course, but I understood that I couldn’t expressly blame her as this was just the way things were. She wasn’t remorseful over it, though. Just indifferent and rational.
With all of that background information out of the way: we didn’t know how to save the world. We did as much research as we could on anything to do with plagues of this nature, but there simply were none. There was no divine intervention to show us the way, no deus ex machina or mystical artifact, it was simply incurable as we knew it. Unfortunately, I was the only one in our group who was not susceptible to the disease. As I walked through a desolate canyon that was for some reason near my house, I noticed the pretty down to earth girl standing alone. She stood in front of a flat, metallic, ritual-like circle that was some how standing vertically on the ground all by itself. As I approached, she screamed, “I AM A VEGAN!” and slumped over. The next thing I knew, blood poured out of her mouth onto the ground and she straightened up a bit so that I could see her face. As expected, her eyes had turned black, her cheeks were stained with their run off, and she was grinning sadistically with blood leaking from between her lips. She began cackling and moving erratically, kind of zombie-Grudge-like. Ten seconds later, she coughed and more blood spurted out. Noticing that her likelihood of sanity at all was extremely low, I took off in the other direction back toward my house where it was safe; I could no longer trust her. She headed toward the city where she would most likely wreak havoc in a maniacal rage. I told my mom about it and she nodded kind of sagely, as if she already knew. Then she said that I might want to go downstairs before it was too late. Knowing the rest of my friends and my boyfriend were there, I went.
My house was a modest size above ground, but underground it was massive. It was castle-esque- everything was beautiful stonework. It was dark now, but usually it was kept well lit so that you didn’t feel a million miles away from civilization. There were two basement floors and one staircase that took you to both. I went down to B1 where I last saw the bears. This floor served an odd purpose. It was a large room off to the right (there was another to the left, but I didn’t go that way, so I don’t know anything beyond the fact that there was another room there). This room contained a large fountain, large enough that you could step into it and walk around. The water was about knee deep. At the other end of the room was a kitchen-type area and in the corner across from that, three beds. It seemed to be a suite of some sort, except that there was a giant fountain in it for some reason. Simple Bear, for some reason, was standing in the fountain, splashing the water. I approached slowly, but not too close as I soon saw him vomiting blood into it. I stepped back to the doorway again in case I had to run, but neither bear seemed to take any notice of me. Complex Bear, who was in the kitchen nook area, turned around, teeth showing and eyes leaking black goo. He, too, vomited blood onto the floor and started walking toward the fountain. He crawled in and both bears vomited once again. They then began to splash each other with the fountain water, which was now more like watered down blood. They both vomited approximately every 10 seconds. Saddened at the sight, I closed the door and continued down the stairs. I was worried about Boyfriend and Best Friend, since the bears and down to earth girl had been infected.
B2 sits at the bottom of the stairs and is one large room. It, too, has a fountain, similar to the one on B1. It sits in the middle, a small distance away from the stairs. I could hear gurgling coming from both sides of the room. To the left was Best Friend. He was with a group of other infected individuals, but they seemed to be “getting along” in the way that zombies get along and don’t eat or kill each other. They were playing with furniture and pieces of cloth, seemingly impressed by them for some reason. I had guessed that the general group was vomiting approximately every 10-15 minutes (somehow I was expert at figuring this out). In the farthest corner to my right, another small group of infected were playing with the ornaments of the room (it was full of such things as beds, couches, televisions, another kitchen, etc., much like B1). Boyfriend was sitting in the corner to my immediate right. Like the others, he, too, was afflicted, though the blood on his clothing was not very fresh, which meant that he hadn’t purged for at least 30-45 minutes. This didn’t mean that he was not crazy, but the intensity of his insanity was tame compared to that of the bears, for example. He simply sat in the corner with blackened eyes super wide, staring at the fountain, and repeating, “I love her,” under his breath. I knelt down and kind of crawled under his arms and started crying (apparently I super duper loved him). Another ten minutes passed and he started convulsing a bit. I backed away from him and a few moments later, he vomited blood onto the ground next to him. Shortly after the purging episode, he resumed his former position against the wall and went back to his repetitive murmuring. I pulled up and sat next to him on his left side, since I noticed that the floor was clean on that side and that he must always vomit to the right. I leaned on him and stayed with him for hours, listening to him say, “I love her,” over and over until I couldn’t stay awake anymore and I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning in my own room. Confused, I walked out into the foyer (the above ground house was really itty bitty) where my mom was sitting on the only couch in the room (it was a rather barren room) that sat near a kitchen-nook type thing in the side of the wall with large bay windows that looked out onto a pretty garden. For some reason, we shared a large-ish closet that was in this room. I asked her how I ended up in my room and she said that she had put me there a few hours after I had fallen asleep. I grunted in acknowledgment, still upset about Boyfriend. She seemed to know what I was thinking about and said rather nonchalantly, “he’s still down there, you know.” I was revitalized instantly, as most people were dead after this much time had passed. I dashed toward the staircase when she stopped me and asked if I’d like to change first. She said that it was a disaster down there and that I wouldn’t want to get my nice clothes all dirty (she had apparently changed me when she put me to bed ’cause my clothes were filthy). For some reason, I agreed, rummaged around in the closet and finally found something I didn’t care too much about, but still looked decent and ran down the stairs. I glanced into the room on the right on B1 and saw the bears floating face down in the fountain. I closed the door again and continued running down the stairs. B2 was quiet except for the fountain. Bodies were lying in clusters around the room; everyone had died in the early morning. After my initial scan of the room, I went to the corner where Boyfriend was and he was, much to my delight, still there. However, all happy feelings disappeared when I saw that he was surrounded in half-dried, half-sticky pools of blood that had mixed with the black substance that leaked from his eyes, which had, for some reason, increased and leaked all down his torso to the ground and spread to the wall. Not caring that he was, quite honestly, disgusting, I knelt down and hugged him again, getting covered in the black substance. But he wasn’t murmuring anymore. He was still alive, but he was silent and just staring at the fountain, a complete and silent husk of what he used to be.
I woke up hopelessly sad.
Jake Gyllenhaal, appearing as his character Homer Hickam (from October Sky) was standing in the middle of a small, destroyed township that looked nothing like the one from the movie – it consisted of maybe four houses and a very large barn. The tops of all the houses were burned/blown off, there were spot fires everywhere, and a giant rocket sat across the top of the semi-destroyed barn. Despite his apparent success with rocketry, Jake was still dressed in his high school garb (i.e. plaid shirt and jeans). He looked rather bewildered with the destruction until his father, John Hickam (played by Chris Cooper), ran up behind him in order to offer emotional support (which is the complete opposite of his character). Jake remains rather inconsolable as his father says that it’s alright that he blew up the town and killed everyone he ever knew and that he should keep chasing his dreams. Jake, dispirited, runs out to the main road leading out of town (a long, long dirt road) and started trudging on in one direction.
The scene then cuts to another group, where I am present, as well as Jude Law, who is still Jude, but is also an ex-marine of sorts, Ryan, a man with whom I am apparently in a romantic relationship (though I’ve never seen this person before), some black guy that might’ve looked similar to Ice Cube (cultural diversity!) and the typical, snivelling coward that wore glasses. The sky was dark with heavy rainclouds as far as the eye could see in every direction (no mountains, just flat land). The ground was wet and soggy. Since the road was dirt, it had become a muddy deathtrap. On top of that, constant driving on the road in this state caused extremely deep tire traffic depressions to develop, making the road more of an extremely raised path with ditches on either side. We travelled by foot along the raised part of the road looking for a safehouse in which we could spend the night. Just then, we heard an engine speeding up from behind and looked back to see a junker, piece of shit, faded yellow truck speeding toward us. We quickly dove off the road and into the ditches on either side to avoid being run over. As it passed, we heard the joyful woops of two young men joy riding the rough road. We scrambled back onto the road and continued on to the next township.
We came upon the next town shortly. It, too, was destroyed; although, the damage didn’t appear to be done by a simple rocket and there were survivors wandering around. Most of them were older people, a few middle aged interspersed here and there. Partway through the town, on the same road (since it ran through the town- I assume it was a country bumkin highway of sorts), there was a barricade. It was almost like someone took the land and lifted it up to make a cliff right at that spot. A small crowd had gathered there, trying to figure out how to get up. Just then, a tank shell came flying over the edge of the cliff and down behind us. The crowd scattered except for our group who stayed close and hugged the cliff wall. Jude took a grenade out of his pack (I don’t know how, but we’re all fully armed) and hurled it over the edge of the cliff. We heard an explosion and the sound of metal clanging to the ground. My love interest hoisted me up to have a look over the edge and the tank was, indeed, destroyed. I pulled myself over the edge and proceed to help pull up my group. Jude, somehow, found things to salvage from the tank to use as weapons. I don’t know what. Or how. He just did. We continued along the road, which resumed its raised-middle, double-ditch trend.
By nightfall, we reached our goal, which was apparently the headquarters of who/whatever was trying to kill us. It was a giant dome of sorts and inside, there was a labyrinth of technology, all contained within mazing cubes. We snuck into the front entrance (I don’t know how you can sneak into a front entrance). Immediately to the left was a little room, which was perfect for us to stay in because it had a big mattress and a couple tables. Convenient. We decided to ignore this room for now and continue down the main path. The path was a road, which led to a drop off (lots of drop offs and cliffs in this dream). We jumped down (it was short enough that we would be able to climb up on our own). We followed the road again, which led us to yet another cliff barricade. Again, there was a tank atop the cliff. However, this one appeared to contain a man (unlike the other one, which appeared to be purely robotic). The man inside was a former friend of Ryan and I and appeared to have some sort of intense vendetta. His tank was unrealistically good at aiming and less destructive than most, seeming to focus more on pinpoint accuracy and individual killing. His tank could only move forward and back, however, because there wasn’t enough room to turn around or anything. Jude used his same technique, throwing a grenade over the edge and waiting for the explosion. Unfortunately, Mark, the guy in the tank, was smarter than the previous robot tank and pushed the grenade over the edge of the barricade. We screamed at Jude while all scrambling away from the wall before the grenade exploded. We regrouped after the explosion, again right next to the barricade where Jude threw three more grenades. They didn’t come down again this time, but instead exploded. However, the tank seemed to be constructed much better than the first and was still perfectly intact. It proceeded to come up right to the edge and point the gun straight down where we were. We all rolled out of the way in time. Although, for some reason, I thought that the best place to go was up over the wall where the tank was. While I was there, Mark started talking to me and asking me to join him and that he controls the robots and it would be okay and safe with him. Another explosion caused me to fall over the edge, back down to where the others were, and roll a bit. I got up and fell back to the previous cliff that we jumped down in order to get to this part of the road to recuperate. I climbed up the cliff and looked back at the group trying to dispatch the tank. When I had turned around, I saw that, starting from where the tank and the others were, the road was flashing red, up until a certain point a few feet before the cliff I was on. Then I heard a voice in my head, which I recognized as Mark’s, telling me that anything standing on the flashing part of the road would be annihilated and that if I wanted to save my friends, I had to act fast. So I jumped off the cliff, ran over to the others and pulled at them frantically to fall back. Just as we finished climbing back up the cliff, the part of the road that was flashing exploded.
After the dust had cleared and settled, we found ourselves surrounded by robots of sorts. I agreed to go with them and the rest were put in that room by the entrance with the mattress and such (though they were prevented from leaving). After following the robots for a while, I ended up in what looked like a laboratory. There were some other people there, in addition to Mark. Mark said that he wanted me to stay with him and to have co-control over the robots with him. I agreed in exchange for the safety of my friends, thinking that I could use this opportunity to bring him down and out of power over the robot hivemind (LOL). Mark was not too pleased over my desire that Ryan especially stay safe (LOVE TRIANGLE? Wtf). I was sat down in a chair where one of the scientist ladies (I remember her precisely, she kind of looked like ScarJo only not as pretty- blond hair up in a bun, crimson lipstick, all white pants and lab coat) where she proceeded to stick pins in the underside of my right arm; she attempted to work with four pins, arranging them like the fourth side of a d6 (a normal die). Two of the pins had to go into the arm from the top, two up into the arm from the bottom- YET, even though it is not physically possible, the pins went in loosely from both ends. All pins were the same size, so the concept is not even physically possible because my arm would have had to have been flat and… made of plastic, but whatever, that’s what happened in the dream and I’m sticking to it. Anyway, it was super painful, apparently, and they had a lot of trouble getting the pins to stay (like, an unreasonable amount of trouble. I remember feeling like that part of the dream dragged on forever). These four pins were supposed to give me the capability to hold control over the robotic hivemind (the center of which looked exactly like HAL 9000, it was so awesome). They were kind of finicky and I wasn’t sure they were taking, but Mark told me to leave them alone since ScarJo scientist lady had finally gotten them to stay in my skin, so I did. I asked Mark if I could look around the dome and he let me since we were partners or whatever.
I met Ryan back in the mattress room and we lay on the bed talking for a while (I think we may have fell asleep for a little while too. JUST SLEEPING, THOUGH. I don’t have dirty dreams. Gawd, you pervs). I remember that when I woke up, I freaked out because the pins in my arms were gone. I thought they might have fallen out in my sleep, but it turned out that my skin somehow sucked them in and they were inside my arm. After that, we decided to look around the dome and eventually went into a garden-y greenhouse-y type place. The walls were some sort of limestone or something. There was a bench made of limestone jutting out from the wall in the form of just a giant block (this isn’t relevant, it’s just I remember so many details from dreams, it seems a shame not to mention them). Ryan and I stood near the entrance to the little alcove that housed the bench and spoke in hushed voices about how exactly we were going to overthrow Mark and save humanity from his tyranny. We decided that, since I had equal control over HAL 9000 – I MEAN… the robotic hivemind – that I could order it to not take orders from Mark anymore. Just at the tail end of our scheming, Mark came in looking rather suspicious. We hush hushed as quickly as we could and all shared a few extremely awkward moments. Then Mark flipped out for some reason, saying that Ryan wasn’t allowed to stay in the dome anymore and that he had to leave and live outside with all the rest of the people. I disagreed with this furiously and walked away, with Ryan following after me and Mark close behind him, yelling and ranting back at me. We eventually made it out to the entrance labyrinth-y area where the hivemind’s main… entity… was (aka HAL 9000). The second Mark and I both saw it, we simultaneously yelled for it not to listen to the other. When we realized that we both said it at the same time, we started yelling at it frantically, hoping that it didn’t choose to listen to the other person. After a moment of silence, HAL (What the hell, I’ve given up. The hivemind wasn’t actually HAL, but I have nothing else to call it and it looked just like him. Maybe I should’ve calledit SkyNet) said that he wouldn’t stop following orders from either of us. We asked him why he would continue to follow both of us, to which HAL replied that he would not stop taking orders from both of us, because both of us giving orders together made the most logical sense. I have no fricking clue how it was logical. Mark, for some reason, had an epiphany of some sort at that very moment, renounced his claim to the robotic hivemind, even though HAL wouldn’t let him give up the ability, and left the dome, never to be seen again. Ryan and I took over, inviting any living people left into the dome to live and recuperate.
The dream ended with a group of teenagers nervously approaching a large robot whose sole purpose was to stop basketballs from straying outside of the court so that people didn’t have to run to go get them. I was trying to convince the kids that it was alright and it would be safe from then on.
Then I woke up.
It was like some weirdass sci-fi adventure romance movie.
This one plays out more like a movie than a dream. I am only myself once in this dream, the other times I am following two different men. Instead of just following them, though, I get weird camera pans of scenery and stuff.
It started with a man dressed in a white factory jumpsuit-type outfit in what I can only assume was a factory that involved a lot of paper. Except this factory was different, it wasn’t so much a building as it was a complex. Kind of like a prison enclosure – tall concrete walls enclosing this outdoor production facility of some sort. Anyway, he was alone in this place, which looked like it had been shut down for months. I’m not sure what it produced, but I’m assuming some sort of paper product because everything – I mean everything – was covered in paper. Even vertical sides of machines were plastered with white paper. There was loose paper on the floor skitting around. All the paper was dusty and dirty. It was the clearest blue sky you could imagine out, with a couple of very small white clouds here and there. So the factory was almost blinding to look at because of all the white paper. Anyway, he woke up in the middle of this facility and appeared to notice the desolation of the place, but for some reason he was having a hard time comprehending it. So he went over to a piece of machinery and started to get some paper and a couple of pieces of paper-wrapped lumber and started making measurements. I can only assume that he was just jumping back into work. Why, I really don’t know. I remember thinking how gross it was as his hands smeared over the dirt on the paper, getting his jumpsuit all dirty. My field of vision panned out from the man. Then it panned out even farther to look at the whole complex, which was huge. My vision faded out and back in to show me the abandoned offices and rooms of the outer wall of the complex, which weren’t covered with paper, but paper was definitely still littered all over the place. The factory seemed to be placed in a not-very-dense wood and it was winter (actually kinda made me think of Russia in winter). Although even though the facility was an outdoor facility, it wasn’t cold when inside the enclosure. Even though it was open to the air.
At this point, my piont of view switched to this other guy in a town-like area not far from the facility. The town, again, was deserted and looked as if it had been that way for months. I followed this guy, fairly tall, dark skin, black hair, black, short-trimmed goatee. He was rummaging around the buildings of the town, looking for equipment (which I later discover he’s looking for a generator, gas, and some other miscellaneous things). He was in an office when he heard some rustling and looked up to find an old man (who kind of looked like Einstein) sitting in the corner. They began talking and the man started telling us what he was doing in the room attached to the office. Apparently he was a scientist (go figure) before whatever it was that caused the world to be desolate happened, and he’s currently working on a project to produce a robot of sorts that runs on water. My guy and the scientist went into the back room where he showed him the robot. It was like hollowed out glass in the shape of a crash test dummy and each limb was filled almost full with water. My dream then cut to a flashback of this old man operating the robot. It was kind of a success, but for some reason, the robot freaked out and took its head off, letting all its water from its head spill out and then it stopped functioning and fell over. Cutting back to the present, my guy asked the scientist if he would come with him. He explained that he was working on uniting all the people in the surrounding area so they could try and build a new town to live in, instead of surviving off scraps and living in broken down, deserted buildings. The scientist agreed and they left the building they were in.
There was a bit of a time skip, but the guy and the scientist ended up on this snowy path, which I assume used to be a road because it was really wide. He had a truck parked on the other side, a generator, and a bunch of other equipment that the scientist was helping him hook up. Random people started to gather along the edges of the road (I don’t know why they wouldn’t go in the middle) to see what he was doing. It turned out that he was hooking up a microphone and big speakers so he could talk to everyone in the surrounding area. Eventually he got it all up and running and started telling everyone how they needed to come together so they could kickstart civilization again. For some reason, there was a very large number of people who didn’t speak English. Then, some people started coming forth offering to translate for the guy. For some reason, they were all important figures in their native countries, too. Apparently the Japanese guy was funny because lots of people laughed when he spoke.
My vision cut out again to another place that was far enough south of the last place that it was pleasantly warm. I was myself, finally, in my own point of view. I was outside a bustling city, that was enclosed (enclosure seems to be a theme) by fairly high, stucco walls with vines growing along the top. There was a large cast iron gate at the entrance of the town that was closed; I could see lots of people bustling about. I walked up to it and tried to open it (it was one of those latches where you lift up the end of the latch and it lets the little bar of the gate free so you can push it). For some reason, the latch wouldn’t lift. I tried a couple of other things before finally getting frustrated and just giving the gate a good shove. Apparently that was the right thing to do because the gate opened up. I wormed my way past the people who were walking by (all very well dressed, I might add – it appeared these people had gotten past the devastation and rebuilt). My point of view temporarily switched from me back out to camera-style and it zoomed in on this lady walking by the gate. She saw that it was open and pushed it closed, putting the latch back in its place. It now made sense why it was so hard to open, because they make it so they jam the latch in so it doesn’t move unless you push the gate forcefully. Once she latched it, she turned around and kept going. Then another lady, walking the other way, saw that the gate had just been relatched but apparently not completely. She went up to the gate and put on the second latch which prevented it from being opened from the inside. Apparently everyone who came into this town was trapped. Although for some reason, no one wanted to leave so I guess that didn’t matter.
Switching back to me, I was still at the entrance, looking around. Apparently I was looking for a person, so I made a left. There was a bench to my right, not many people in the little area that I was, and a police officer of some sort in front of me. He was kind of balding, not too tall, and very slender. The officer saw me and, for some reason, knew that I was new and figured he had to put me in my place or something. All officers in this town carried little tazer-like devices that were similar in shape to Chapstick, but slightly bigger. Also, the charge of their tazers were much less than actual tazers (but they still friggin’ hurt). So he comes up to me and just starts tazing me for no reason. Thinking I somehow did something wrong, I start apologizing and trying to back away, but he just keeps tazing me. I had backed over to the bench (someone was just sitting there, minding her own business as if I was not being assaulted right in front of her) when he tazed me right in the temple. It hurt like facknuts and I was, by this point, getting really annoyed. So I pushed off from the bench with one foot and lunged at him. I grabbed his tazer and shoved it in his mouth. He squealed a bit and was finally able to spit it out. I took off in the opposite direction.
I ran until I came upon some sort of inn building or something of the sort. Compared to the rest of the city, it was dark. The wood looked old and dark, the lighting was fairly dark, etc. Apparently, the person I was looking for was in this inn. Also, the person I was looking for happened to be Nicole Kidman. She had long, slightly curly blond hair and was wearing a dress that looked kind of old and western. Somehow she knew who I was and that I was coming to see her (I still don’t know why I was going to see her). She gave me one of those “I know why you’re here” looks and turned around in to the room she was in. I followed a few moments later so as not to arouse suspicion. I went into the room, which was dark just like the rest of the inn, and she was facing the window, looking out. We started talking. It would appear that we were staging some sort of rebellion in order to take down the Big Brother-like figure of this city so that we could use its wealth and prosperity to help everyone else who hasn’t recovered from whatever it is that happened to wipe out most of humanity. She agreed to everything that I said, but said she had to test my dedication to the cause, first. All of a sudden, lights kinda whipped around me and formed into, get this, Boba Fett’s armor. Except that in addition to the gun on my back, I also had a sword. Similar lights surrounded Nicole Kidman and on top of her western-y dress, classic armor started to form. The armor even formed around her skirt to accommodate it. We began dueling in the room, where apparently no one else heard us and/or noticed. Eventually, I won; she had taken a knee down and I had the point of my sword pointed at her face. Our armor stuffs disappeared, except for our swords, and she deemed me worthy enough to help lead the cause.
Then I woke up.
I was in a car on a really, really long bridge-highway type road. Someone else was driving. Almost all the cars on the road were SUV-types. I noticed that a lot of the cars in front of us were driving backwards for some reason. Anyway, we eventually came upon a liftspan part of the bridge that lifted up at exremely fast intervals. Once crossing over the liftspan one time, all of a sudden, we all lost our cars and were either running or on skateboards on the same bridge highway, only the highway had gotten smaller to accommodate for the lack of vehicles. Also, half of the kids and young people turned into creatures that resembled the little puffy guys in this picture, except that they had no legs and were more puffy and soft, rather than stringy. And each puffy person was two puffs high (a larger puff on the bottom, smaller puff on top with eyes). For some reason, these puffs were not connected to each other by… puffness. Anyway, I, too, am a puff person. For some reason, I’m standing off to the side of the highway right after the liftspan, waiting for an opening for me to get back onto the highway. I was holding my skateboard vertically, resting on the ground with my foot on the bottom (as most skaters do before getting on) when this skateboarding puff kid GRABS my board and tries to steal it. I fight to get it back from him (he’s some punk puff kid) and when I get my board back, some of his puff friends come up behind me and grab my bag. I ran after them (I don’t know how, we have no legs), caught up and grabbed my bag from the puff. The one who stole my skateboard eventually caught up with us and took my skateboard AGAIN. I chased him into an alley-like place with stairs leading down into it and caught him down at the bottom. I ripped my skateboard from him and his mom and little sister showed up. His Mom was a normal woman, young and pretty (like 34 or something) and his sister was a small pink puff. I guess she was like 7 or something. Anyway, she scolded her son and then invited me to stay at their place for the night. So I went back home with them and we had dinner and then I went to bed, kind of paranoid that punk puff boy might try to steal my things again.
Sarika, Tyler and I were in a city square of some sort in a big crowd listening to this Indian guy, who was standing on an elevated stage-type thing, named… Raj something, giving a big speech. I don’t know what it was about, but that’s what he was doing. Snaking through the crowd was Daniel Craig, who was hunting the three of us down. Apparently, we had killed his partner or something and he was hunting us down for revenge. So we saw him coming and thought that we should take off since y’know he was trying to kill us. Apparently we worked at a newspaper/journalism thing, so we went to the building (which I distinctly remember being made completely of brick) to hide. When we got there, we realized that it probably wasn’t the best place to be because he was a professional and would know where we were hiding. So right as the back door rang, we decided to take off in my little yellow sportscar (wut?), while our boss went to the back door to answer it. But! There was a bomb at the door and it exploded and blew up half the building when our boss opened the door. D’aw.
So we drove around for a while (there were places involved but I just can’t remember) and ended up finally going to Tyler’s aunt’s house. And for some reason she lived in the bayou, which was surrounded by marsh and docks. We hung around there for a while until we heard a car pull up and got freaked out so we figured we should take off before he comes to kill us, so we do. Then we didn’t know where to go, so Tyler suggested that we go to this neighborhood that was really convoluted to navigate through (there was also a giant science university type thingy there). The neighborhood was like really… ordered and pristine and kind of creepy. Anyway, we got to the university and climbed like eight flights of stairs and reached this semi-circular lab. In the center was the labratory equipment, the flat part of the room had the door and the curved part of the wall was just a bunch of lockers. Tyler walked up to one of the lockers, opened it and walked in. We followed him in and closed it behind us and it turned out (even though they had no mirrors on them) that the lockers acted like a two-way mirror, so we could see everything that was going on in the lab from this hidden lecturing room/lounge. In the room was an old professor that Tyler knew (kind of looked like Einstein and Harry Potter mixed together) and he had a little chat with Tyler asking what we were doing there, etc. He said we could hide out in the room as long as we wanted (which had couches and a stairwell off to the side). At this point Tyler just disappeared from the dream. I dunno where he went. Just then, a class came into the lab and started using it, so we knew we’d be safe from that side ’cause… Daniel Craig wouldn’t risk exposing himself like that. Where we were sitting (by the window), Sarika and I pulled out our laptops and… did laptop stuff, I don’t know why, someone was trying to kill us, but whatever. Anyway, we could still be seen from the stairwell windows, so we freaked out. left our laptops there and hid underneath one of the staircases (it formed the wall for that part of the room, but you still had to go through a door to get to the stairs). There we were completely out of sight and safe, and could look out the window to outside which, despite climbing eight flights of stairs, was at ground level. So we could see our yellow car and his black car. Anyway, a class started coming down the stairs (for some reason they were all girls) and coming into our room. At the end of the stream of girls, we saw a black boot step on the highest stair that we could see and then I woke up.
There was way more going on in that dream and way more details that I remember (like the actual car rides and conversations and stuff) but I can’t remember them enough to write them down.
Awesome dream.
Daniel Craig. Assassin extraordinaire.
Filed under: Dreams
Okay…….. okay. All I have to say about this one is… what… the flying bloody fuck?
It started out with me in a cabin at night with some guy. I’unno, we were talking about… I have no idea, something. Then his arms turned into tentacles. YEAH. TENTACLES. Then I was like wtf? And when I looked down next, my body turned into a snake’s body- but only from just under my arms and down. And it looked more like… one of those sand snakes from Final Fantasy with the teethy mouth at the bottom. Or a worm from Dune. Anyway, he shoved one of this tentacle-y arm things up my snake body’s mouth and pulled out like… my innards. Apparently it hurt a lot and I passed out and when I woke up, he was gone, I had a normal human body again, and 3/4 of my left arm was gone. Like, it was cut off halfway up my upper arm. So I freaked out ’cause wtf my arm was gone and I couldn’t find the rest of it. I tried to cover up the stub (which wasn’t bleeding or anything but looked pretty raw) with… nylon/panty-hose like material and looked at the time. Oh no! It was time to go to school! So I grabbed my bag and left the cabin to go to school.
I met up with Cam on the way and we walked together. We were both wearing dark dusty blue school outfits (actually the men’s outfits looked pretty much like the ones from Persona 3 [and I must add that Cam looked very handsome in it] and mine was a dark dusty blue skirt that went to my knees and a white button up shirt) and he didn’t even seem to notice that I was missing an arm. We went to the gym for an assembly, but apparently we also learned things in the gym ’cause there were rows and rows of huge desks. K, these desks were pretty sweet. They were thick and comfortable tables (also dark dusty blue) and in front of every two chairs was an inset depression type thing in the desk. On the left side of the depression was a big fold down typing center (like a closed laptop- but NOT a laptop) and the right side had nothing (I guess we were supposed to work with the person we were sitting next to and share the keyboard thing). And the chairs we were sitting in were pretty much dark dusty blue lazy-boys (I wish we went to this school D:). So some guy went to the front of the gym on a stage type thing (I remember the rest of the gym being pretty cold, like the walls and ceiling were just white) with two overhead screens on it (like the ones in the auditoriums at UBCO that come down from the ceiling) and started talking to us about… something. I don’t know because I wasn’t listening. Partway through his talking, I leaned back a bit and accidentally pushed the footrest of my chair thing out and Cam and I had a giggle ’cause I couldn’t get it to stay down (at this time I randomly noticed that no one was sitting in front of us. Not important, I just noticed it for some reason). After that, the guy who was talking started lecturing and teaching us. Everyone else was taking notes and stuff but Cam and I were just bored and kept staring off and doing nothing.
Finally, the lecture assembly… thing ended and Cam finally noticed my arm. He was like, “…What happened to your arm?” I told him I didn’t know and that when I woke up it was just gone (apparently I had no memories of the snake thing incident). He shrugged it off and we started walking up a mountain. YEAH. A MOUNTAIN. The mountain looked a lot like Balance Valley from Dark Cloud 2. About 3/4 of the way up was a convenience store which doubled as offices for the professors at the school that we were apparently going to at the top of the mountain. When we got to the school, we went into an empty classroom. At this point, my arm had somehow regenerated and it was like I never lost it in the first place. It was after school hours, so all the desks were pushed up against the walls and the chairs were on top (these were normal high school-like chairs and desks even though this school was apparently a university). There were 14 of us in the room. We started taking the chairs off the desks and pushed them all into the middle of the room and made a block of desks. Then this professor came in (who reminds me a LOT of Rosie O’Donnel which is strange ’cause she didn’t look like Rosie, but had the same name and same build). She was an Italian language teacher. Apparently we were all there to learn Italian. So the teacher talked to us for a bit about how she knew how hard it was to fit Italian into our schedules and that she could teach us outside of class time if we so wished. She left and then another teacher came in who looked similar to Rosie but was skinnier and… I’unno a little older I guess. She was to teach us Spanish after class. She placed down a wooden contraption on the desks which was actually a puzzle. It consisted of really pretty and shiny rectangular pieces of wood with rounded edges that were all different sizes. Then there were little bags with smaller pieces that were cylindrical. Our job was to solve the puzzle and then she would deem us worthy to teach. My turn was first. She gave us a clue that the order should be size related, so I tried organizing the big pieces from greatest to smallest. She shook her head which meant it was someone else’s turn ’cause I got it wrong. Cam tried putting all the little wood pieces from a baggy in one of the big pieces in… some weird pattern that made sense in the dream, but she shook her head again. The rest of the class kept trying and after my second turn, I stepped outside for a break while the others tried their turns. I went down to the convenience store thing just to walk around and I saw Rosie rummaging around (since that’s where her office was). I glanced down when I walked by her desk and saw a student evaluation sheet underneath some stuff and read some comments from this student about how they thought she was a horrible teacher and stuff, which I didn’t agree with because I thought she was friggin’ awesome. After a bit, I left the convenience store and started heading up the mountain again. I remember thinking that it was really pretty out.
Then I woke up.
This was a hard one to remember. A lot happened in my head and it was really super detailed.
Filed under: Dreams
Mkay… this was weird. And also a sign that I’ve been playing way too much Folklore ’cause there were folk in my dream o.O
Um. I don’t really know how to describe this one. I actually only remember pieces, and only some little parts very vividly. But uh… No one I know was in the dream. Totally all made up people. But we were all sitting on this loooong picnic table (almost makes me think of Thanksgiving) coming up with a war strategy because we had to defend our land (which turned out to be like half the planet). What were we defending it from? Well, armies of folks. It was mostly the Baolydead etc.-type folk that were in the dream. But there were also ships (like oldschool armada ships with sails and stuff) that we had to defend against on the coast. For some reason, I was fighting these Baolydead all by myself on this cliff ledge thing. But partway through, I ran out of ammo (I don’t know what the ammo was for, because I was hitting them with my fists o.O) so I had to return back to base (picnic table place). At the base I had two good friends. Ryan and… well, the other guy never had a name in my dream. He was just a friend. Although, he was better friends with Ryan than me. And he started getting a little huffy ’cause Ryan and I were getting really close and apparently we had a little romance thing going on, though neither of us said anything out loud. We just did. And it always sucked when I had to go back to this place to fight the Baolydead ’cause he’d get really worried and stuff. Anyway, Ryan went off to fight at the coast. It’s really funny, ’cause when I was fighting the Baolydead, I was there and I could see myself doing the fighting and stuff. But when Ryan went to fight at the coast, my view changed to like… Age of Empires style. It was all overhead strategy game-like. Eventually I got called to the coast ’cause they needed me, so I took off and joined Ryan in the fight (even when I went to the coast, it was still overhead view). In the end, I got sent BACK to fight the Baolydead as their numbers were finally dwindling. I returned to base for ammo again and went to sit with Ryan and… the other friend and then the dream ended.
On another note, Ryan was pretty fuckin’ attractive in my head and it’d be pretty awesome if he was real.
Filed under: Dreams
This actually happened two nights ago, but I had no time to write it down. Sorry if some of the details are fuzzy. It’s been two whole days and a night, after all.
Who: Mom, Dad, Lee, a Japanese kid named Hiroe (o.O), lions, villains.
Where: My neighborhood. But not this one. Not one I’ve lived in, actually. It’s the neighborhood (kind of) that I walked through to get to high school every day, except that Mt. Boo was pushed back a little farther than it actually is. My next door neighbor in the dream has a small orchard in his backyard. In my backyard, there is a mound of dirt and my yard is surrounded by a barbed, electric fence. There is a dirt/sparsely grassed knoll to the right of my house.
It started out that there were lions roaming the neighborhood. But this wasn’t strange or weird in any way. In fact, everyone welcomed their presence and took care of them and everything. They lived in the knoll (which was kind of a cavey knoll) next to my house. For some reason, these lions were very endangered so poachers and black market guys were constantly trying to get them. One day, these two guys slunk into the neighborhood and attempted to capture the lions. They came at night, slinking around to the knoll. Somehow, the rest of us (people who lived on the street) became aware of their presence and started to form together to fight the two guys off. They tried to get to the knoll through our backyard; Mom was in the yard two doors down, Dad was in our house with Lee. I was in my neighbor’s backyard. There was a ridge you could walk along behind the orchard. I saw the guys approaching from inside my backyard. How they got there, I don’t know. They couldn’t climb the fence because of the current, so they blasted it down with some sort of explosive. The fence fell over and they started to cross over it. I pushed them back and they got caught on some of the barbs. I started running away, but part of the fence got caught on my pants and it dragged with me. It turned out it was an electrical part and the orchard below me instantly went up in flames. I bolted into the street away from the fire. The house that the orchard belonged to caught fire and it spread to the house next to it (not mine, the other one), which my mom was in.
The dream skipped forward to morning. I was sitting in the entrance way to my house (which looks nothing like the inside of any house I’ve lived in) and I was just kind of leaning against the wall and looking off in to the distance. Dad was talking with the neighbors. The fire had killed Mom and the neighbors there and for some reason, the lions had died. Not from the fire, they were just dead. Their bodies were just kind of lying in the streets and a couple lay dead in the knoll. I sat in a room devoid completely of furniture and started crying when I noticed this Japanese guy my age sitting in the corner and playing with a little electronic device of some sort. He was a friend of mine, apparently, though I didn’t know why he was there. He looked up from what looked like something similar to a PSP and said, “You need to ask him if you want what your mother left,” and pointed at this little miniature creature that kind of resembled a hippo, only his snout wasn’t big and round like a hippo’s, it was cylindrical. Other than that, he looked just like a hippo and had a saddle/harness thing that was carrying a bunch of things. The next thing I knew, I was as small as he was and petting his snout. He kind of huffed and puffed and sniffed about, then fell over. I grew big again and Hiroe (the Japanese guy) was sitting there holding this itty bitty pair of dirty, burnt socks. He also had some necklaces in a plastic bag, a ring, and there was a pile of ashes on the floor. He said, “this is what’s left of her.” I took her things and stared at them on the floor. Hiroe disappeared and I leaned against the wall, saying over and over that I was sorry, that it was my fault, and I was sorry I couldn’t save the lions.
Then I woke up.
Two parter.
The first part, I was on a camping trip with my old Zellers coworkers. We were all in a fairly large size trailer and were making dinner. For SOME reason, Sarika was camping with us (and she was wearing her Pikachu shirt. Just thought I’d specify that). Anyway, we were all sitting there eating when Shawn comes up to the door and is like, “C’mon guys,” and every took off. Sarika and I were confused but we started putting our dishes away and stuff, ending up being the last ones in the trailer. Someone from far away outside yelled “HURRY UP YOU TWO! YOU’LL MISS THE PICTURE!” so we threw the rest of our dishes in the sink and looked outside. Apparently they were taking a group picture. So Sarika and I ran out and had to stand in the back ’cause we were late, and we felt sad ’cause we were short so no one would see us. For some reason, there was a parking garage nearby in the middle of this forest, and Karen had us all move forward so we were under the overhang of the parking garage. For some reason, the Asian kids from a lot of my classes were there taking the picture with us. They, for some reason, kept hanging back which allowed Sarika and I to sneak in behind everyone else who was kneeling so that we could be seen. After taking the picture, we all stayed in picture… stance, and Karen came up to me with a big bag of frozen breaded chicken and was like, “Is this yours? Did you bring this?” and I said yes. And she kept saying how Tara can’t eat it (I don’t know why o.O) and that I shouldn’t have brought. I told her that there were plenty of other things there to eat and just because I brought it doesn’t mean she has to eat it.
The dream ended there and switched to another one.
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(Trying a new format here)
People involved:
Cam, Gina, Sandra (Sandra Banda. My friend from Colorado. Don’t ask, I have NO clue why she was in this dream)
Additional information:
Okay. I’ve had recurring dreams lately (I haven’t written them down though ’cause I can’t remember enough of them by the time I wake up, just flashes) that Cam and I kick some serious ass. Like. We’re ass-kickers. We often go out and take on our own missions to save something or infiltrate something to get important information. Y’know. Hardcore action hero spy shit. In this dream, we were, once again, hardcore action hero spies.
Dream:
It started out with Cam and I receiving a call from my friend Sandra. Apparently, she had been taken to this huuuuuge corporate building and didn’t know where she was or how to get out. Now, this corporation/building reminds me a lot of the Shinra company building, as well as what they do. It was a huuuuuge building that was all business, except for the first floor. The first floor was a huge, very pretty mall. Sandra was in the mall part.
So I get the call and tell Cam and we’re like, “well obviously we have to go get her. She’s pregnant.” (Apparently, Sandy is pregnant… o.O). So Cam and I take off – I don’t know what happened after that because we just kind of appeared at this building. On the top floor. Why the top floor? Well, anyway. We started to make our way down, taking out guards with our awesome martial arts and whatnot. A couple floors down, we got to this living quarters area. We had to go through someone’s room to get to the next floor unsuspected, apparently, so we went in. This family has been in my dream before, but again, just bits of it that I couldn’t remember enough to write down. Anyway, this family was an abusive husband, a wife and a daughter (in one of the dreams, I was a guest-daughter in their home for some reason). Anyway, apparently these dreams were somehow connected, because dream-me knew that he was an abusive asshole. So I went over to him and started wailing on him, but for some reason, it wasn’t affecting him at all. It was like every hit I landed was just deflected. He continued to sit there and snarl at me for “being so weak.” Anyway, I snarled back at him and Cam said, “C’mon, we need to go,” so we went down the stairs.
The next floor we ended up on was like…. a GIANT Blockbuster (people perusing included). There were movie rentals and game rentals and arcade machines all over the place. We went down the stairs and the next couple of floors were just like it- giant movie rental… spaces. The last one we came to had a giant escalator going down the middle. While looking at it, I lost sight of Cam. I thought that maybe he went downstairs. It turned out there were actually many escalators in the same spot, but I only saw the biggest, most awkward one. The escalator steps were HUGE and extremely far apart from each other. It was a bit difficult getting to the next floor down (which was an extension of the movie rental area from above) and only when I got down there did I notice the other, easier escalators. I looked for Cam on the next level, but he was nowhere to be found. So I went down the next set of stairs. This staircase brought me to the mall area.
I walked out from the stair well and on a bench not far was Sandy. She stood up and we hugged. I asked her if she had tried to go outside yet (as since the bottom floor was a mall, there were exits everywhere that you were allowed to go in and out from as you please) but she said she hadn’t because she didn’t recognize outside and was afraid to leave somewhere where I could find her. I asked her how far along her pregnancy was, just in case we had to do some running or light jogging to get away from pursuers. She said she was about three months. So we went outside into the parking lot and I looked around. It was like this whole area was encased in a giant biodome- sunlight and such were still coming in, but there was glass (or plastic or something, I’unno) around the whole area (whole area being like… the city). As we were standing there surveying the area, we made various comments of not knowing where we were, when this old guy came near as he was heading to his car. He informed us that we were in Calgary and that it’s silly that we didn’t know. We both wondered how we ended up in Calgary. A minivan pulled up to the curb and a group of people from the parking lot went over to talk to the person in the van. On the other side of the group was Gina, standing on the curb-y area like us and apparently waiting for a ride. I went over and talked to her, as well as the group of people talking to the van. We talked about how we were from BC and that the Calgary streets and street signs were much nicer than ours (lol what?).
After a bit, I saw Cam come out of the building. I called over to him and he just looked at me and walked the other way. I told Sandy to wait with Gina and I ran after him. He started to run away from me. As I got closer, I realized that he was wearing some weird bright green track suit and that, all of a sudden, he had gotten really fat. I was really confused but I kept running after him. He was like… climbing walls and shit and everything in all his fat glory. After a while I stopped calling his name as we ran and started yelling, “WHY?” I caught up to him eventually in a Husky gas station. Once I grabbed on to him, he gave up running because he knew I could’ve stopped him. I grabbed his shoulders and said, “Why? Why? Why? WHY?” over and over again. Some guy came up to us and was like, “What are you doing? At least use his name,” (I have no idea why) and I looked at the guy and was like, “That IS his name!” So… apparently Cam’s name became Why.
There was a big time skip here where somehow, we all got home safely. Cam and I apparently live together. Cam (Or… Why?) wasn’t thrilled about being taken back home. He was like… weirdly brainwashed or something (and still fat). But as long as I watched him, he didn’t try to run away. Finally I needed some sleep, so I tied Cam to his bed so he couldn’t escape. I went back to my room and curled up on my bed, hugging a giant pillow. Then I thought about Cam and how he wasn’t the same Cam I knew and loved. I didn’t know if he would ever return to the way he was. I cried myself to sleep, which is when I woke up.
Holy shit, this one might get really, really long, convoluted and confusing. I’ll do my best to remember it all and lay it out.
The first part of the dream, I was in a little modest country house wearing a plain, modest country dress. I was randomly insecure and was having some girls over that night for some sort of small… tea-time party, if that makes any sense. Not like a big party, but just a small one where a bunch of girls come over all dressed up. So I spent the time beforehand sewing the dress that I was wearing into something more fancy. It was red shiny silky fabric with black lace laid over it. By the time people had come over, I had only finished the skirt portion, as well as the arms. The cuffs of the arms remained my simple fabric, as did the torso. So my friends arrived and of course there’s always one friend who outdoes everyone else ’cause she’s rich. So she came over decked out in beautiful dress and all, thus making me a little sad ’cause I’m insecure. I also had this thing with the shade on the window. I had vinyl miniblinds on my window, as well as a roll down shade. My window was open a bit (it slid from right to left to open), the blinds were down, and the shade was up. For some reason, I was really nervous all night because of this. So we went off and had some tea and talked gossip and other silly things that country girls do (I’m getting a serious Anne of Green Gables from this portion of the dream), all the while the rich friend always kind of making me feel like I wasn’t quite as good as her. So when all my friends were off in another room, I went back to work on my dress in my room. One of my other friends came in then, one of those friends that always tries to make you feel better because that’s just how she is, if that makes any sense. So we talked about stuff and she said that my dress was pretty as it was, but she helped me work on it some more. Then she left the room and I continued to work on my dress myself well into the early morning while my friends were out talking. But as the night went on, I got more and more paranoid about my window. Eventually I closed the window and put the shade down. Then I got even more paranoid and started doing it to my other windows in my room. Then, in a random bout of emotion, I took the dress I was working on and folded it up in a fit and shoved it in a dresser drawer ’cause I was upset with it. Then I started rearranging my room and tidying up while my friends watched weirdly ’cause they didn’t know wtf I was doing or why. Then I crawled into my bed and decided to go to bed for the night… morning. This sparked another dream that had NOTHING to do with what just happened.
(I can only remember bits of this one when I’m trying to recall it, but when I just think about it for an instant, it all comes back to me, if that makes ANY sense. So I’ll try my best) My dream within a dream started out as such, but after a while it started feeling like just a dream that I was having. In it, I had new friends. They were Cam, Craig, a cartoon man named John (don’t ask, I don’t know), and a beaver (Narnia anyone?). So it started out that I was alone, and I was the “me” from the first part of the dream. It was kind of like a video game, a voice was telling me what to do. I was in this jungle/beach type area (now that I think about it, it very much resembled one screen or area that you’d see in a video game; I was contained to this one area throughout the whole dream). In the water, there we these really tall vines with big leaves on the top that I could jump around on and stuff. There was one part with weird tunnels, just three of them, a main one that would connect with the “exit” that I couldn’t go through, and the other two branched off to dead ends where “things” were awaiting me. Out from the ocean-y area with the tall leaf plant things, there’s a little river branching off and up the forest-y hill (the beach area was devoid of trees, obviously) which was obviously flowing into the ocean. Across this stream, there was a bit more beach, but it was giving way to forest so it had some growth on it. To the right, there was a path going uphill into the forest jungle thing, to the left, more beachy-growth that eventually led to a small dropoff that would go down into the ocean. From this dropoff edge, one could jump onto the leaves of the ocean leaf plant things and jump from leaf to leaf to get to the top.
So it started with this voice telling me that I needed to go to these different portions of the area to fulfill certain acts and such (getting a Shadow of the Colossus vibe here). Along the way, I encounter various creatures, not all good, obviously. In the two small branch off tunnels, there were lions. One had a male lion, the other had a lioness and two cubs. The voice just told me to go there as my task. So I guess I was supposed to piss them off? ‘Cause I did and they started chasing me. I jumped on the leaf plants to get away. Eventually they took off into the forest. I got down and my next task was to cross the stream (which was not a task ’cause you just walk right through it, it only came up to mid-calf maybe), but also get past the weird swampy creatures that were in the shallows of the ocean. Some of them were your average swamp things, hairless, rubbery skin, kinda look like goblins with long tails that they like to beat you with. Another swamp-type creature that I remembered was similar to the goblin thing, but he was wearing torn shorts and instead of a tail, he had a 4×4 which, when he would swing it at you, grew to about 4 times its normal length. I got by him and had to run back to the leaf plants where there was a shiny red stone orb thing that I had to get. So I went and got that, then jumped back down the leaves to the cliff edge behind the goblin guys, and I ran up the path that went into the forest, thus running “off the screen into a new area” if it were a video game.
I ended up waking up in my prairie house. My friends were still around for some reason and it was still dark out. I looked around, getting tabs on where my friends were. Then, I walked into my closet and shut the door. I walked toward the wall and ended up coming out in the jungle dreamland again. This time, I had Cam, Craig, and John with me. Unlike the first time, though, the place was completely chaotic. The lions were running around everywhere, the goblins were out in force, there were birds every divebombing everything, even the insects were mad. So Cam, Craig, John and I had to make it to the exit while surviving this mess. John kept proposing we do things but I had to correct him since I had already been through it all. So we epicly rolled about and avoided lions and such and such until we got to the exit. When we walked through the exit, “I” crawled out from my bed. Not like, as if I was lying it, but like, I emerged from the mattress, then crawled out from under the covers. It was just starting to get light out and my friends were about ready to go home. I opened my window shades, but not the blinds. I let my friends out and cleaned up my room one last time. I woke up just as I left my room.
It was way more epic to actually experience it.
