Dreaming in Digital

I wanted to show off or have some fun in a practice session. I stood in a circle with a few others playing stringed instruments. We were playing a classical song, but I was playing "White Reflection" by Two-Mix (one of the songs from Gundam Wing Endless Waltz), and it fit into the harmony as if it was naturally part of the song. I was playing a violin, but there was at least one bass/cello player. When we finished playing, the group started packing up to leave. I turned to my friend, who stood to my right, and asked her if she heard something different about the song today.

I was at my third year residence, but it didn't look like it. My family and relatives came to visit and everyone sat upstairs in the living room with a television. After a while, I whispered to my mom that it would be better to ask everyone to go to the downstairs livingroom instead because upstairs was where the landlord lived.

I was in a public place that looked like Central Parkway Mall, except I understood it as Shoppers World. My class had to meet there to watch a guest artist talk, but at this time, it was over. We had an hour before we had to go back to our university, to our classroom. The floors were tiled and a dark brown-orange. I sat on a table with my friend Bunny (in previous posts, was Kitty), who was looking through her phone messages. My second teacher (in this class, I had two teachers) was talking with the guest artist not too far away because I could hear their conversation and I glanced at them. I was waiting for Bunny. Naki was there too, but she was leaving. I either didn't see Bunny leave, or I wanted to stay a little longer, but everyone left while I was staring at the fabric in a store. They were bright colours; I remember specifically a light green and yellow. When I realized the fabric were in rolls, I looked at the entrance seeking the store name. First I saw colourful sewing threads, then I saw a sign, barely lit, saying "Fabricland". I wondered when they moved locations in the mall.

Cookie, a group of us and I were running and hiding-- escaping-- from a woman who ruled over the area. We traveled through a dark, rocky area, where the soil and ground were purple naturally. The woman wanted us back, mainly because she didn't want her plans to be known by resistance and partly because she wanted us to be slaves enchanted under her power when she ruled the world. She turned people into humanoid beings who gave off dark vibes; their skin were blotchy with purple and they acted mindlessly. She sent an old woman who we befriended and were deceived by. She took us back and into a house that looked much like my cousin's. Our friends were given a separate room to rest in and Cookie and I shared a room together. Another cousin of mine came in to share the room with us.

I don't know how this dream began. It was like my parents dropped me off at Cookie's house, where I spent time with him, his mother and stepdad in the basement. After a while, the doorbell rang and Cookie's mother and stepdad went upstairs to open it. I heard voices that sounded like my relatives. They came downstairs and it really was them. When I ran into my cousins, I realized I was in pajama pants that I wear under my clothes during winter. I was embarrassed, since my jeans were lying on the couch, as if I stripped them off.

I don't remember my dreams, only two scenes lasting seconds. The first was looking at the display case that my artwork was in. I noticed the four pictures that stood out the most. Since my pictures were arranged in a 3x3 square, the images that stood out were at the top middle and right, and the bottom two corners. Another scene I remember had two girls from my creative writing class in the exhibition space. They left their jackets and laptop on the table that was in the middle of the room.

I was staying at a residence for university (not a real one). It was spring or autumn, though the grass was still green and the sky a shade off blue. My residence was small, much like a small hole in the ground, yet I was comfortable living in it. I exited my little, homely kitchen and made my way out into the street.

I don't know if it was still part of the same dream, but I came across Cookie, and together, we went to a little boy's house that Cookie's sister was babysitting. We sat in the child's backyard, inside a large plastic something-that-I-can't-remember. Cookie's sister was doing quite well with the child, making cooing sounds and speaking in the singy-songy voice she uses for children. I think we were there to learn from her how to take care of children unofficially.

I was at home with my parents in the daytime. My dad had visitors-- people who were going to his university since he had to go back to school. They were South Asian. They were taking a shower in our washroom. I understood I was going to go to class in place of my dad. I was terrified of going alone with two strangers to a place far away in like Niagra. I was relieved to learn my parents were coming along.