Dreaming in Digital

I went out of the county with Cookie and we visited his mom in her new permanent home.

In my second dream, there was an event in my city. My dis (? my iPod touch auto-corrected this) didn't want to go I wanted to. I got sick some point and wanted to toss my food out, but I spent most of my time talking pictures.

In the next dream I was with Wafer and Shortbread and we ate at a restaurant until we couldn't eat anymore.

In my last dream, I was held prisoner in a vehicle of some sort that crashed into a tree in a forest where all trees were in the shape of a mascara brush. A few dignitaries and I were held hostage by a two dangerous (and crazy) criminals who would debate between each other which dignitary should jump into the hole in the middle of the vehicle. It was a void and no one knew where it led, not even the criminals knew. I sat in the copilot's seat fearing I'd be next to jump when I looked out my window and saw another tree dragging closer to us. Next I knew, I was on that moving tree, as I was the rescuer for the hostages. At first I steered the tree a bit farther to another tree which had a few injured victims and quietly, to avoid my act being caught by the criminals, I carried one-by-one each injured being onto my tree, but the female criminal saw me and I had to be hasty. I steered the tree to the captured dignitaries, somehow got them all in my tree and we speedily drove (or flew) to a castle at the end of the rainbow. Turns out, I was the princess of that castle and this random queen came out and hugged me. She then introduced me to my fiancé, whom I never met, and we got married a few hours later. The queen came to our room at night and tried educating us in making babies.

I was with Wafer and Shortbread on a boardwalk on a warm summer dusk. We followed the edge of the beach where stores and sidewalks have been erected and small, outdoor shops sold things on the sidewalk. They were old and used items, much like a flea market. There was also a musician that we passed who played an acoustic guitar. We followed the stores to the end then came back to have a second look at the merchandise. Part of it had the atmosphere of the first day of university, when students would be carefree and loaf about. When we reached the guitarist again, he stopped us and chatted, asking something like why didn't we stop to listen to him- people like him need a show of love. So, I gave him a hug, but he wanted people to stop and listen to him.

In my first dream I was with Cookie in a downtown area of a city. We were visiting for leisure, and we left our hotel apartment where we met with my cousins, Wolf and his wife, in the foyer. We wandered to a two-level parking lot of a closed strip mall. There was a ledge we decided to sit on that connected the two lots. A couple saw us from the lower ground and asked us how we got up there so we led them through words.

There was a short dream where I was lying in bed at my old apartment and my phone rang. I looked at it and picked it up, but my other phone rang as well (this device was actually an iPod touch, though in this dream it was a cellphone). I answered to all and replied "please hold" until the last one, who was  Biscuit from high school. She was visiting the country and asked if I wanted to meet up.

My second dream started out at a small diner with two men and a woman who all worked there. They were young and arguing over how the blueprint on the table should be built. The scene switched to the future where the diner was darker and not busy. There was an older lady in her forties with sitting across from two children- a boy and a girl. She told them about the glory days of the diner and caught my attention when she said she use to work there. I studied her features, realizing she had the same wide forehead and frizzy hair, and she wore a pair of small reading glasses pinched on the end of her delicate nose. I listened to her stories with the girl of about thirteen and the boy about nine. They all wore clothing from the past, around the regency period. The stories ended when the lady looked at the time. They left their table and I followed them. The scene changed to a dark room with a spotlight shining in the centre. Under it was a table and four chairs. I joined them as they sat down and a figure from the shadow came to the light and circled the quiet group. She laughed evilly and mocked and teased them about how powerless they were. It seemed like they got in trouble for breaking a rule, as if they belonged to an organization and had no way of leaving. The lady with the children wanted to make a point, so as she spoke, the took a bag from the table, unzipped it and snatched a chocolate bar from inside when the circling lady and the dark face in the shadow weren't looking. She said that as long as those two weren't looking, we were free to take the candy from the bag. That was the first time i noticed the face in the shadows. I tried taking from the bag too and was almost caught. The circling lady then stopped her circling and looked at us with a huge grin on her face. Out loud, she snickered and said that we didn't have our (I'm not sure what it was, but it was like our ID pass) and that's why we couldn't get the candy straight. I didn't like her laughter so I pulled out my binder and from the pocket, took an ad I had cut out. There were several, all reviews on the book we were living in, so I hoped to have pulled out the right one- the one with the worst review I've read. I held it open and pursued her as she backed away staring at it. I said that we didn't care; we had proof of their cruelty and the government wouldn't be pleased in seeing it. She ran passed me in fright to the face in the wall and commanded punishment on us. The children ran to the stacks of books and pillars behind me. We were standing near an abandoned library section of the room. The face in the wall blew strong wind at us. the children hid and held on, but I felt like I was at the beach with the wind blowing through my long hair. I felt like dancing around the open space and the pillars to show their strength wasn't great.

Tart and I lived in the same area that I walked to her house one day because we planned to hang out. I don't remember what we did but at a certain hour, I said my goodbyes and left to visit Shortbread in the same neighbourhood. I stayed with her longer and talked to her mother when I was about to leave. Their foyer was huge and different from their current house. When I said goodbye, I exited through the front door and there was Tart in her car. She was angry. I don't remember how she communicated her anger to me but she yelled and drove off. I called her cell and left voicemail when she didn't answer. I told her meeting Shortbread was scheduled way before hanging out with her and I added in frustration, "oh whatever; f* you". A while after, I ran into Tart's younger brother. From what I last remember, he grew quite a bit. He asked what was wrong, and when I told him, he offered if I wanted to join him in teaching people how to ice skate to help me forget my trouble. There were special rules in this course: it was a one day thing, if you slip, you fail and don't get your certificate. I went on the ice and witness a child fall. An older lady came to her and told her to leave- she failed. When it was done, I headed out with Tart's brother and Tart was standing outside asking for forgiveness. She seemed to omit/didn't hear the last bit I said in the message which made me feel at ease.