Dreaming in Digital

The lights were off in the small, dark hotel room Talon (from League of Legends) and I silently waited in. The wind rattled the window blinds that filtered the moon's light onto the carpeted floor. We were waiting for some kind of instruction, or maybe a target, because he waited beside the open window, out of the moon's reach, and staring into the darkness. I vaguely remember lying on the bed with a maroon blanket, and another time where I tried to pull his hood down, but he pushed me away in annoyance.

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I was lazing on a lawn chair on the balcony of our apartment that looked much like my childhood apartment of 9L. Wearing sunglasses, a white t-shirt and short-shorts I made from a pair of my husband's shredded, old jeans, I enjoyed the morning sunshine, reading "Crossed" by Ally Condie. Once in a while, I'd look around, taking in the suburban view when I noticed a man in his 20s sitting in his balcony from an apartment across our own. Sitting beside a woman around his age, he was eyeing me, a big grin curving his mouth. We made eye contact, so I waved to him, and he cocked an eyebrow arrogantly. As soon as his female friend handed him something that looked much like binoculars, I realized I was lying about with my knees bent and my legs wide open. I knew these homemade shorts revealed my underwear, but I didn't realize I would sit down in that particular position (it's a regular position I fall into). I quickly went inside, embarrassed, bumping into the black sofa in our living room.

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Perhaps this part was another dream. Inside my apartment, there were clothes hanging on racks, as if it were a store. I thought about trying some of them sometime, as made a bee line to the washroom, which became a public one with grey stalls. Someone knocked on my stall door, and the voice of an old lady told me to hurry in a rude manner because they were closing. Offended, I thought about cancelling their contract of using my home as their store, but I figured it wouldn't be a good idea, because they contributed to the rent, significantly making ours much, much cheaper. When I was finished, I walked out of the washroom, and the store was run by a handful of old, wrinkly, grey-haired ladies, who pushed me out the door before I could tell them, "I live here!". Regardless, I was dressed in a long, navy, wool coat, and my beautiful taupe boots, that I walked out into a hallway, ready to go out into the winter cold.

For some reason, Cookie, a few friends, and I were spending the night at Cookie's mother's house. I've forgotten most of what happened, but I remember three main events.

The first was with Shortbread and Wafer. Shortbread was asking me what the furniture was like on the backyard deck, because we saw chairs made of weaved material - some kind of tree. I told her my in-laws had two sunbathing chairs and four arm chairs made of the same materials and in the same weaved style. She was surprised there were weaved sunbathing chairs, but she didn't reject their existence.

Some time passed and we went to the backyard, where Shortbread commented on the sunbathing chairs. Although it was day time, we acted as though it was time to get ready for bed. Wafer disappeared, and Shortbread pulled out a denim blanket, sinking into a depressing mood. She told me about her cat, Pika, whose health had fallen, and the time to put her to sleep was approaching soon. She had scissors with her, and began weeping as she cut up the blanket to make a smaller one, so she could wrap Pika and bury her in it. I watched as she flipped the blanket over, finding a square pattern in the centre, and decided on cutting out the square instead. I had an arm around her the whole time, not sure how to share my support.

After everyone had gone home, and Cookie and I were packing our things in the lobby. Cookie's mom was at the house, and I was fully aware that it was November 29th - Cookie's stepdad's birthday. I was shy to talk to Cookie's mom, and when his stepdad came downstairs, we said our goodbyes and went out the door. I didn't greet him for his birthday because I was too shy.

I was swimming under the sunshine with my friends, some of my family, and Cookie. For sure, Biscotti and Lychee were there, so was my aunt Cougar, Tiger and Lion's families. There were many of us - at least ten, so we began to play a game similar to Marco Polo, except everyone had to be on land, while the two people that were 'It' had to be in the water with their eyes closed. We were playing this near the shore, where the water reached up to my neck. Everyone else stood on these little islands that floated and were solid. Someone else was calling Marco with me - I think it was my husband. I was successful at times, despite not being able to swim in the deep end. I caught Lychee, and I heard Biscotti laugh and scuttle. I caught Cougar's feet, but she pretended she didn't know she was it. Once that happened, the game faded, and so did this dream.

I was watching John Diggle (from the show Arrow) visit some friends, who lived in a court-like street, in the suburbs. It was the same house from one of my past dreams, and it was autumn, right after summer had left. I watched him knock at the wooden gate, and be greeted by old friends who invited him into the backyard. There was a greying father, mother, and their daughter ,who looked about her twenties. My dream followed him in, and he sat around a square table, being served pumpkin pie. He said he absolutely adored it. After eating, he left, and I met the Arrow outside the gate. It wasn't a warm, holiday setting anymore because the place faded from an illusion and the world became the inside of a dark warehouse. The table and food was still there, and so were the people. Arrow and those people talked, and they mentioned Diggle's name. Arrow was startled that they knew Diggle, and the people revealed they wanted to make Arrow suffer as much as they could. There was a prize for who could make him suffer most, and the daughter pulled out Laurel from a tent behind her. Laurel screamed, and the father pulled out a camera and shot pictures. The father said they'd win the contest this year at a convention that was coming up this year.

I had two dreams that were related.

I was at an event with my parents at my family church. Even though the location's space was smaller, there were still the same amount of visitors. They had a guest speaker today, and because I arrived late, I had to operate the projector via a computer. During the sermon, the speaker called for those who lived east of a certain city. My mother called me over, and as I walked, everyone's eyes were on me. She told me to join the group kneeling pm the carpet at the front. One of the church's older members, and another child member were kneeling, so it seemed like a game to me. I knelt with them, my head fully on the carpet before me, and wrapped my arms around it, covering my sight. I heard a tinge of my favourite song in the background, and as I heard more, I realized it was Rev Theory's "Far From Over" playing, muffled through the walls. Worried, I left my ipod touch playing, I got up (and I woke up from this dream).

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Lying in bed at my husband's and my apartment, I heard "Far From Over" through the walls. The song changed quickly before the guitar riff began, but I still had to find its source. I wanted to give whoever it was with the music something, so they'd play it. I followed my ears to the balcony. Down below, on the street, a group of boys were dancing to rock music. The doors squeaked as I opened them, and they heard me. One of the boys had a boom box on his shoulder, and he waved to me and I waved back. I rushed to get ready and watch them on this grey, winter day.

Cookie and I were getting married, and so was my cousin. We were invited to have our weddings at an old, massive manor house. We had a lot of events that happened. One was a dinner where our families met and ate and chatted. There was also some strange bridal traditions, such as covering me in butter. I don't remember the dream very well anymore.

I can't remember my dream anymore, as I am recording this a little after 14 hours ago. All I remember was something about the game, Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn, and Garen from League of Legends.

I had three dreams.

I can barely remember my first dream, but I entered the elevator of my apartment building, and instead of going straight down to the ground floor, it went up and down, left and right. With no window on the door, I had no idea where it was taking me; it kept moving.

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I can't remember my second dream well either, but it was connected to the first. I'd left the elevator and found myself in a white stoned hallway. At the end of it was a potted plant. Not too far from the elevators was  the apartment resident's home. When I woke up from this dream, it felt like a nightmare.

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Cookie and I left our apartment. He led me outside by a different path; one near the parking garage. We walked our way to one of his friend's house - one I've never met. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and she was nice. She also had a room mate, but she wasn't home. I was uncomfortable, looking at all the dirty, old dishes lying around the house. The girl noticed this, and told me I could wash them if I wanted, so I began gathering all I could find.

I wandered towards her room mate's room to get the dishes from there, and I noticed a man inside the half-closed door. The lights were off, and only the light from the hallway lit up his figure. He resembled Twisted Fate (from the game League of Legends). His eyes glowed blue when he'd glanced at me, before returned to what he was doing in his dark room. I ignored him and minded my business, gathering crusty dishes from around the house.

I had a dream with Jarvan IV from the game, League of Legends, but I don't remember anything about it.