Dreaming in Digital

20250224 Cookie and I had to attend a wedding. Cookie was part of the wedding party and I was his guest.

20231007 On this night, I was a majorette/colour guard again. For some reason, I had to do one last show twenty years after I've quit. My cousin was a baton user, but she switched to colour guard after I left. We lined up for our performance, as a man, the MC, announced we'd do a certain song. Unfortunately I didn't know the song or its routine, but I laid my flag on the ground along with a hammer my cousin set in line with everyone else's flags.

It was Honeycrisp's birthday and the part I remember was we met our work friends somewhere, then continued walking. We walked until we came across my apartment. The lobby was massive -- it looked like a fancy hotel, with a casino and stage. It's what I imagine Las Vegas looks like.

I was with PinkLady, Ambrosia, another cashier, and Honeycrisp. On this grey, winter day, I wore a black dress with jeans beneath, and I dearly, dearly wanted to shave my legs. There as a show on stage, and the girls stopped to watch.

As I explained what I knew about the show, I noticed Honeycrisp was a little bored. He wandered away from the enthralled group, then came back to find they haven't moved. I gave him my house keys and building fob, telling him, "I'll be right back." I told him they should explore. I left for home to shave my legs.

It was a sunny summer day, and my mother, sister and I went to a house that was private, but used publicly as a spiritual place. Formerly, it belonged to my cousin before she moved away.

I wore a lavender dress, with a short, white cardigan over my sleeveless arms.

The stairs leading to this basement home were floating steps, covered by a plum, velvet fabric. It was terrifying to take these steps down, as they were quite spaced part. I tried one step, which was broken and spun around on its axis, and I warned the family behind me to watch their step on it. They had a little girl about eight with them.

That day, there was a congregation to see a spiritual leader (whose name I can't remember), who lived there and hosted spiritual sessions. I walked in behind my mother and sister, following them into the living room. As mass was gathered at her feet - a woman, whose bare legs were showing to reveal an intricate, coloured tattoo of an orange snake's bottom half, giving her the illusion she was a snake. We went deeper into the home, and there was a room where the couches were covered in white sheets.

Sitting on the sofa closest to me, with their backs turned, was a girl and a boy, past their teenage years. Seated on a single seater, also draped in white,across from them was an older lady in her forties. Separating them was a glass coffee table, trimmed with gold, and on top of it was a golden pothos potted in a golden pot. The walls were white with a tint of blue, so that when it was dark, the walls were white with a hint of baby blue.

Upon hearing steps, the siblings turned to see who approached and the boy's face lit up upon seeing me.

He took my hands in his, and held them close to our hearts, introducing himself. (I can't remember his name). He was handsome, tanned by the sun, with black hair and eyes. Excited, he asked with a Spanish accent, "did you like my book?"

I studied his face, trying to recognized who he was. Some time earlier, I was on my Instagram account, and I'd found a book with a fictional story I was interested in. I had followed his account, so I would't forget about it, but it was definitely near the top of my reading list. "I'm sorry," I said. "I haven't started yet, but I plan to read it soon."

He gave me a hug, as if we were old friends, and in his embrace, I noted his mother was watching intently, suspicious of me. Once we broke, I excused myself to the bathroom.

I knew where it was. I made my way into an empty dining room with a glass table top, and golden chairs. In the corner of the room, there was a little powder room that I've used many times as a child. I just made it through the door frame when the young author hurried in, asking if I needed help in finding it. Before I could answer, he pulled me aside, away from the view of others, and kissed me passionately, for what felt like a minute, only tearing away when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

"This is the door," he said, breathlessly, his face turned away from his mother who had just walked in. He pulled open the door, and seated on the toilet, was a horrified old man.

I was at work, at a grocery store. One of my best mates at work, Honeycrisp, came to me and gave me a warm hug in greeting. I hugged him back and in the silence, I realized screamo was playing through my headphones. Embarrassed at my taste in music, I pulled away, saying I'd see him later.

I got to my station at the front, but found everyone at the registers were gone. I looked in another area and found everyone seated on the floor and listening intently to the person standing alone at the front. Everyone from the store were gathered and I didn't want to interrupt so I stayed in the back. I felt regret not following Honeycrisp earlier and I imagined he was near his department. When I found a spot to sit, a tall woman in a black, midi-length dress, and long, black wavy hair strutted in as if she had authority. Eyeing me, she walked past, stopping short of the end of the row before coming back. I looked up at her and she put her hands around my head. Her long, bony fingers were polished in black as they covered my ears.

"You'll do," she said. Her blood-red lips curved sinisterly upright.

I felt something pulled away from me, but I don't know what - it could be my soul, or an essence of something... I felt it pulled out like a slow breeze being pulled from my body, starting from my heart. It was warm at first, but it cooled, and I was left depleted and confused.

I was on a trip to a different city with Cookie and his cousins. We piled into the foyer of a well lit hotel, the incandescent glow of the lamps greeted us warmly on this summer afternoon. After checking in, we were led to our room. The walls were washed with baby blue and the grey afternoon sky was visible through its single window. There were four double beds placed side by side, all facing the door, the last covered with a canopy and curtains. I claimed that one and sat at its foot, opening my suitcase. I wanted to change into something comfortable, but I soon realized I had forgotten to pack many pieces of clothing. My bag contained enough socks and underwear for the week but not enough shirts and pants. I decided to slip into a new pair of shorts and buy some in town, but as soon as I slipped them on, I realized I had forgotten to shave my legs.

I was with the people at church and I think my family stayed over with someone. I woke in the morning to find the house empty except Hummingbird, who was getting ready. I asked where everyone was and she told me, "what's wrong with you? They're at church. You don't have to go now that you're late." but I hurried to get ready and go with her.

I was in a class and the classroom was arranged like a high school's. I remember there was a handsome student in my class. I ran into the hallway and drank from a fountain. I realized I wore a white skirt and felt airy, but I also realized I didn't shave my legs. I hurried back to class embarrassed. I sat beside Gaufrette, and we had to choose a partner and do a project. Gaufrette asked me if I knew French and I told her Shortbread might because she took it in high school.

I was with cousins and we had to do a game show. I remember one part where we had yo carry our partner, going upstairs, on our backs as we were lying down. I was under my male partner, so he hugged me tight as I attempted to drag him up stairs. I looked around me, finding everyone else had thir male partner underneath and the female partner on top. When our method failed, the announcer allowed my partner to be underneath as he dragged me up the long staircase. He did it with so much more ease than I did. We finally reached the top and took a rest on the carpet, where I found one of my cousins resting with her partner as well.

I was one of four girls. We were running away-- escaping from this old dungeon house looking place. It was yellowy lit with old, brown furniture made of wood. This one girl led us. We snuck from room to room trying to find a way out of the dungeon. There was a room with a large table. We observed a middle-aged lady place papers down on the table, including a key. We ran into the room when she left briefly and hit the floor behind the massive table with chairs, away from the door, when he returned. When she leg again, our leader grabbed the key and we ran for the doorway.

Another part I remember was running to a wall that someone tunneled through. It was a thick, stone wall filled with dust and a wooden, broken shelf could be seen on the other end. Two girls went before me. When I went through, I found it a tight fit, especially around my hips, but I still managed to crawl through. Halfway in, I ran into the shelf. I was not skinny enough to go over or under it, so I pushed it along until I reached the end. I heard a male, sorcerer's and a lackey's voice and hesitated. When I reached the end, I threw the shelf at them from in the tunnel and hastily crawled and ran for the rows of old, discarded furniture that was pulled up. There were many rows of tables, chairs, antique typewriters, fridges, etc. piled high. Beside each pile were long, rows of bookshelves filled with books. They resembered aisles in grocery stores. I ran through them and far away from the caster. I kept running and as I did, the rows slowly became modern. When I reached the last row, there were massive windows and sunlight came from them. It was spacious and bright, and I found myself in Walmart. Shoppers with their carts were lining up at cashiers and the sound was comforting and familiar. I looked around, seeing Masterr coming up to me. I believe, she was the one leading us, through I never noticed in the dark, windowless dungeon. Masterr was dressed in dark pants with a chain and a black tank with prints. I was confused and she told me "this is what it could've been." I still didn't understand but I was greeted my older cousins who seem to have had a child. She was a big, fat, round baby who was learning how to walk.

I was a new recruit for a government/army job. I was sent on a large ship with my cousins, my niece and Cookie. I had to go to the washroom many times, so I went through the long path like going from one side of the ship to the other. When I returned to my cousins, I smelled something funny and I realize it was me. I ran to the washroom and found that when I went into one of the stalls, the empty stall, my cousin wanted to go badly so I let her take my place. I ran because I had to go to my tutorial on the first day on the job. I ran into a line of recruits and followed them to the beginning of one. When I go there I changed my mind and ran back to the washroom. I got stuck on this steel gate that divided one stair to the other I didn't know how to open it so I could use it and tried many times to jump over. This serious, Asian man wanted to pass so he opened it for me and I continued on my way. All stalls were full in this huge public washroom except one. The toilet was flooded and the floor covered in pee. I tried flushing it and cleaned myself from the dump I needed to take earlier. I noticed the yellow puddle was turning red. I looked at my foot and Lifted my jeans to see I wore my converse shoes and I had a huge gash on the side of my foot. I started feeling the pain and pulled my pants up. I left the stall to find many people in a line to go to the washroom but watching the television screen. I heard what it was saying. I was going to be arrested and my previous employer, NCIS, wouldn't be able to help me. My pain was a mix of physical and emotional. I looked down at the blood pooling below me but without looking I could feel everyone's eyes pierce me.

I went to visit Axel's friend, Rauden. This happened for two scenes of the same scenario. In the first scene, I visited him and after a while of talking, Axel's aunt was there and they were dealing with something. To make sure I wasn't left in the dark, she showed me a huge poster on the wall that Rauden bought on the Internet. It was a print of a listening CD cover that was a tan colour and signed. She flipped it back and front to show me the damage that I wasnt clear on until I noticed wet patches on it. She replaced the heavy, clear, thick cover plastic on it. They were talking about how he bought the wrong liquid preservant and used it on the item. When she left, we both laid down and I cradled his head. After a while, I closed my eyes for a bit to rest them. Rauden thought I fell asleep. He moved his head closer to my own and when I felt his lips close to mine, I moved pretending to wake up; he stopped. I felt embarrassed, I wondered what it would've been like to kiss him.

In the other version, I visited and a while passed, but nothing happened.