Dreaming in Digital

The lads and gents of Achievement Hunter all somehow gathered into Geoff's five-seater car, and I sat beside Ray in the backseat. When he asked, "is everybody ready?" I piped up I needed to use the washroom, and Ryan said he'd forgotten something. The two of us ran into someone's house and we did our business. As soon as I was done, I couldn't find the entrance and wandered until I reached a large room with a baseball diamond on a floor below and seats spreading all across the room in a circle.

There was a black woman who had, over a year or two developed a crush on a black man in a poverty ridden area. Together, they were summoned to be contestants on a television show. On this day she was dressed in a blouse, skirt and leather dress jacket that reached her upper thighs, and she sat across from the man wearing a white "wife-beater" tank top, over sized jeans and a New York Yankees baseball hat with a flat sunshade. He slouched and looked tough, as if he were a gangsta rapper. All contestants were gathered in a hotel's cafeteria, and the two were teamed up for challenge and hours before it was their time to start. The man asked her if he could talk to her privately and she said she needed the bathroom first. In the washroom with room for one person at a time, she fixed her hair and loosened the top of her blouse as an idea to try to seduce him, all the while she told herself she would not fall for him, since he didn't seem to notice her affection. When she opened the door, he was standing outside, waiting until she was finished. "Yer a lovely dancer," he said, and she was smitten. She never spoke of her past, but she use to be a ballet dancer and quit after an ankle injury.

The little bits of the dream I had before a phone call woke me up:

I was with someone else underground in Minecraft and we had built a chest on top of two squares from the ground and one square in between so we could reach it's contents. My brother (I don't have one in real life), who looked like Tom Hiddleson, came and we saw a lost, confused girl. He found some make up and put it on her, and she wasn't confused or lost anymore, and marched away from us.

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I had another dream I was escaping from something... everyone was. I ran into a school and hid in the gymnasium with another person, who ran away when he heard suspicious sounds. I left when lava appeared and ran to a janitor's closet with a man who claimed to be a doctor. He ran away as soon as the walls smashed around us. I ran for a new hiding place and fell on a huge block of square gold. Geoff's (from Achievement Hunter) master chief character from Minecraft started floating around me, saying I won the Tower of Pimps. I looked down and noticed the four, gold blocks were balancing on lapis lazuli plates. He held a miniature version in his pixellated, square hands with the same lapis lazuli base.

The dream was a mix of Minecraft and the real world. The lads and gents of Achievement Hunter slept at their office with rooms especially made for when they stayed overnight, and the six of them worked until late in this Saturday evening that they decided to sleep in that room. Each guy had their own bed space with red blankets and white pillows (much like the ones in the game). I had finished getting ready for bed and entered the room to find their six beds, all smushed together to create one long bed, and that there were seven of us (the bed order from the far side of the room was Geoff's, Jack's, Gavin's, Michael's, Ray's, and Ryan's). While I stood at the doorway, deciding where I should sleep, I must've woken up Ray, whose bed was placed right in front of the door. Half asleep, he patted the bed to his right (my left) and mumbled, "here." I hesitated, knowing that was Michael's bed, but he answered, "it's okay," as if he knew why I hesitated and rolled over. I thought about how I could've taken Gavin's bed, or even Ryan's since I was a bit afraid of Michael for his in-game raging, and they were both out with him, but I drifted off quickly after climbing in beside him.

I woken up the next day to an empty room and went straight to the washroom to fix myself up. Above the two, white sinks was an arch of square stones.There was a blond girl, who looked like she just woke up and was doing her hair. After I washed my face, she was gone. I noticed an envelope lodged in a block of stone above the mirror and I pulled it out, finding a note and candy from Ray. The funny thing was it was directed specifically for me, written with a few words on a few pieces of papers that, when put together formed a sentence or two. I wondered if he did something like this for his other friends too.

Being a member of a party planning company, I was surrounded by dwarves from high fantasy stories. The stout and stocky built dwarves that grow to about four feet, and burly with wide shoulders. As the lead planner laid out the plans for a rich client's young son's (six to nine year) birthday party by a tall, three tiered red velvet cake still being iced, he told his second in command how he'd asked the child what he wanted for entertainment, to which the child demanded a large swimming pool and something else I can't recall, but the planner told him it wasn't possible. When night fell, everyone involved in the party plans gathered at a picnic table outdoor. The area was lit up by candles and the dwarves occupied the bench with beer in their hands. Each one of us was going to supervise a station for the child's birthday, and I suggested seven dwarves for seven stations; I was also going to run a station too.

The next day, I arrived at the party early as dawn arose and everyone was gathered in the hallway of my old apartment building with what they needed for each station. I had musical instruments for mine, with my recorder from grade five, to entertain myself in case children didn't want to play in my station, and a green, plastic tambourine, along with a few others. When we arrived at the location, one dwarf didn't like the set up of flat roads and grass and took apart the land as if the place was built with Lego or more accurately, Minecraft blocks. After a while he called us all he was done, and it looked magnificent and defied gravity. There were winding, white cobblestone roads that reached to the sky and was supported by nothing underneath. Every few metres were wide sidewalks for everyone to set up on. I picked a sidewalk, set a picnic blanket on the floor and laid out each instrument. As no children came to play, I fell asleep.

I woke up on a soft layer of grass. Not getting up, I recalled where I was and remembered the party, but I wasn't panicked that I fell asleep. Relaxed, I raised the green tambourine to the sun, its round shape parallel to the sun's glowing sides and laid it down when I heard someone call for me and came. A girl of seventeen with pastel green hair approached with a big smile, and I realized I'd slept for years. She wore a pink dress, accented with black and white, wristbands on her arms and a labelless baseball cap on her head. I asked if I'd fallen asleep and she giggled and nodded and said it was fine. I fiddled with my recorder, playing 'Shepard's Flute' from Lineage II as she said children didn't come to my station because I slept. She told me to follow so I left the instruments and held her hand through the grassy field and other stations. We stopped at the foot of a few steps leading to a platform. There were three thrones on top, and in the middle one sat a young man with the same hair and bright smile as hers. He wore a gold crown atop his head and black clothing with a sheathed sword on his belt. She ran up the stairs to her brother, who rose out of his throne to hug her and warmly welcomed me with one as well. I was close friends with these two, but closer friends with the brother rather than his sister. She soon left us and the king walked with me, watching the children play about at his birthday party.

I was in a foreign country with Cookie and Sherlock from Elementary. We were solving a mystery of some kind, but I'm not sure what it was. I was left to stay in the hotel room with tiled, creme floors and white walls, and beds with fluffy, white comforters, while the two went out in different directions to search for clues. It was raining outside and we were in an old, city built with red and brown bricks.

I wasn't in a physical body, but I was aware of where I was in the Achievement Hunter office for Minecraft. When there are six of the guys, only three remained- there were three empty desks. Ray was there, and probably Geoff. By logic, Ryan would be the last member, because his desk located in a different room.

I was staying overnight at Anime North and in the same hotel room was Shortbread and a friend from our anime club. He was talking about something whivh Shortbread was a fan of, so I paid little attention to them. Somehow, I got note of something important. Maybe it was from my Facebook, but I can't recall. According to whatever I read, my cousin, the one I use to go to school with and do everything with and was the same age as me, died recently. I was heartbroken. She was pretty, smart, and fun-loving, and had been in a beauty pageant, and all her wonderful qualities were suddenly gone with her death. As I read on, she died in a plane crash serving an authority for a charity organization, something like the peacekeepers. I bawled to Shortbread and woke up with the same broken pit in my heart.

Cookie and I were in a classroom held in a floor above a mall. It was the last day of classes so we were having a tamed party. We sat facing each other, on a small square table, with two other students on either side of us; one male and one female. We were eating a glamourous meal of rotisserie chicken and vegetables. Cookie had an idea to go to the dollar store and buy some drinks on the floor below us, so I came along with him. I asked if he was worried about leaving our things with our classmates and he said not to worry because our table mates would look after them.

The floor below looked like the street of the business area of a small town. We arrived at the dollar store, and once we went in, it looked like a thrift store within. We browsed through the merchandise, being loud and having fun, and soon we caught the attention of  a serious employee. When she was near to us, we removed our sweaters - his black, shiny Roca Wear sweater with white trimming and a zipper, and my compact, brown, cropped hoodie - and stuffed them into a shelf of clothes by the glass door entrance. We grabbed two large books, sat down and pretended to read them, covering our faces. When she'd passed, we rushed for the cashier, and bottles and stacks of twenty-four cans of Pepsi suddenly appearing in our hands. The total came to a shocking fourteen dollars, and we asked why. The stacks came to twelve each. We opted to buy a stack of twelve and the bottles instead (I'm aware the math isn't right). We came back to the classroom and remembered we forgot our sweaters in the store. After dropping off the drinks, we returned to find the dollar store a thrift shop during closing time, as the sky was becoming a dark blue and the street lamps were all lit. A Korean girl with long, straight hair opened it for us and let us look for our sweaters, which were now gone from the shelves and possibly bought. Cookie was angry and I was sad to lose our sweaters, but now that they were gone, we couldn't do anything. The shop was run by many Korean women in their twenties, and because it was dark outside, they let us stay the night. Along the bookshelves were mattresses lined up to form one big bed. We all crawled in, the feeling of putting Cookie in a bad mood and losing my sweater weighed heavily in my heart. I curled up beside Cookie, facing away from him, and slowly drifted away to the dream world. Sometime when everyone was asleep, I noticed an arm around my waist; it was Cookie's. It was like an act of forgiveness.