Dreaming in Digital

20250116 i worked in a retail store, and then took part time at another retail store. I preferred the second one and told my coworkers. We went to lunch together, which included Mango and Papaya and their eldest son who was three. Papaya and I filled on desserts.

20250104 we visited Peach and Tomato at a new apartment they lived in, though ae only saw their kitchen. The walls, floor tiles and countertops were white. Their dogs weren't present, and neither was our baby. They invited us over for steak, and so I tried to help them. I went into their drawers to grab the right pack of spices to use. They had their spices bundled in sets and in clear boxes. 

 20230714 Cookie and I met up with Mango, though I barely remember if he brought his young, two-year-old son. Mango pushed an aged, large-windowed door open as we exited a store. Underneath the door's fresh coat of dark green paint were many dents and scratches. Despite being lightweight, the hinges made it difficult to swing open.

 20230617 Cookie and I visited Cherry and her cat, who was back to being a kitten. As we spent time with her, the cat began clawing and biting playfully, but he didn't know how much strength he put into each swipe and bite because of his age. Eventually, Cherry put him in a large jar, telling him how he was being a bad kitten. As we admired him through the glass, Cherry's boyfriend came. He was upset about that we put him in the jar.

20230601 I lived back in my old condo by the Toronto Waterfront, but the layout looked a lot more like my childhood apartment. I awoke from an afternoon nap, and Cookie kissed my forehead. As we were lying on our hotel-white bedsheets, Cookie bolts up and starts rushing to get dressed.

20130530 Cookie and I were on a cottage trip in a forest with many trees. We shared a house with his university friends, Peach,Tomato, Mango, Papaya, Persimmon, Blackberry and Raspberry. His sister, her husband and two small children were staying at another cottage nearby.

20230427 Cookie and I went to a summer camp for a day. It was in an old, Victorian home with its walls covered in old, yellowing, floral wallpaper. The camp counsellor was a woman in there late thirties. As she watched us pass, she seemed like a miserable person. She was also strict with us.

 20201203

Cookie and I travelled to a hotel resort for Mango's and Papaya's wedding. I was helping their wedding set up until I realized the time was 3:30pm. I found Cookie and we rushed back to our room to get ready.

On the way, I saw Papaya already in her white dress and I hid to avoid her. I wore my black summer dress because my formal attire would take me a while to get ready.

I had a few dreams, but I only remember three.

In the first, I was visiting his family with Cookie. I knew something was wrong with my memory, and the more I fought it, the more it failed me. I tried to remember names to faces, but I couldn't do it properly. The last person I tried to identify was Blsckberry's and Cherry's mother, who appeared as a tall, leggy blonde woman. When she asked what her name was, I forced my mind to formulate her name. "Aunty Nancy," I said, immedately regretting and knowing it was wrong.

In the second, Blackberry and Raspberry were getting married. It was a garden wedding at night, and unfortunately was not illuminated enough, as the only lights around the fifty-to-a-hundred seated guests were the altar stage and the projected screen. The projection was short video clips from Blackberry's and Raspberry's life, but puzzlingly pieces of Blackberry's humourous clips on YouTube. Astonishingly, there were several Spiderman clips with very crude humour. When I looked at the altar, the couple no longer stood there, and I assumed they went somewhere private to do the ceremony. I turned to the Asian girl I had taken a seat beside and asked her a question.

The third dream was related to the wedding. As I stood from my seat, I was immediately pushed to sit back down. The man sitting behind me on my aisle seat spoke to me and the girl seated in front. This man was skinny, blond and grungy - he stood out from the sea of wedding attire. I didn't understand what the man said, but I knew if I didn't cooperate with his wishes, something terrible would happen. The woman in front of me stood up and took my arm. She had short red hair and looked very much like Scarlet Johanson. We walked briskly to the drug store nearby where she grabbed a few random things off the shelves and cradled them in her other arm.

Turning to me, she asked in an annoyed tone, "well? Aren't you going to take something?"

I spotted a bottle of nailpolish in bright purple. I squeezed it in my palm, debating whether I was suppose to pocket it and run, or pay for it. Following Scarlet to the register counter, she plopped her stash on the counter and I placed my bottle beside them.

We walked back to the garden, making a turn into an abandonned building and into a room. It was tiny with two dividers for toilets in the corner. I walked into one to find an oversized toilet and fresh urine dabbing the seat. The other's toilet was in the dark. Sitting on a love couch in the middle of this tiny room was a dirty blond man, ripped from his arms to his legs and a six pack of defined abs. He was deep into his thoughts, smoking a rolled joint.

The skinny man from earlier came in... And I can't remember the rest except Scarlet's face had been serious and focused the whole time.

I was with Honeycrisp, and it was the end of the world. In the night sky, there was a ring of gold, and inside it were the colours of violet, green, then another ring of gold. Soon the gold ring in the middle elongated and a tube of grey clouds pulled down towards Earth. We were running, looking for somewhere safe as we saw this.

Meteorites began appearing in the sky and fell towards us. One nearly hit us, so we braced for impact. We came across a parking lot, where the pavement had been pulled up, and the debris of crushed buildings were scattered about. Other people were crouching down behind these for shelter.

The sky began to speak. A man's voice said Persimmon was on the line of whether he belonged in heaven or hell.

Three dreams.

1. Cookie and I were in the living room of my old apartment at 9L. With us were three mothers with their children ages 3-5, running wildly and loudly about. Out of the hallway, Mango was sleep deprived and drunk. He held a box cutter in alert, ready to swipe at anyone. The children began screaming. Cookie cautiously approached, but Mango knew he would try to take the blade and slashed at his hands. I looked at our golden-haired friend and noticed how dark his skin was under his eyes. I jumped from my seat, and being coy and cute, I tried to coax him into giving it to me, but he slashed my hands and I stumbled back as my blood pooled in my hands.

2. Cookie and I were going on a vacation with my family. In a spacious version of the 9L living room, we were packing our suitcases, and my mother was trying to pick out which suitcases Cookie and I should use. We were given huge, red ones, but I wanted to pack light.

Sometime later, Cookie and I were strolling around a mall. A few mini faeries caught my attention, and we stopped to have a look. Among other little trinkets, they were placed on a table. The store owner, an old, sweet lady, talked to us about our interest. Cookie held the conversation, and I my mind quickly drifted away, finding myself in a room with endless sky and no ground beneath. I held on to many coloured chains made of words and letters that formed the shape of a balloon. I held on, climbing down until I was beneath it and seeing where all the chains ended. I pulled and twisted them so they wouldn't be uneven, and I was brought back to the mall. The old lady had gathered a few 'volunteers', Cookie and I among them. The lady told us we were going to visit somewhere no one knows about, and I found myself back in the sky. The lady noticed something different about the chain balloon - someone had tampered with it, and I came clean. I don't remember what happens, but when we came back, I told the shop owner we'd have a look around before we purchase the faeries.

3. I was in some kind of danger, but I didn't know from what. I wasn't afraid. John Reese (from the television show, Person of Interest) escorted me to a grimy, rundown corner house that became a store in a dirty part of the city. There were few windows, and the lighting was dim. He patted my shoulder and said he'd be back. In the little window by the door, I watched him exit and lean against a lamp post across the street. A shady man with a small package approached him. They exchanged a few words before a fight and many more men joined. When the fight was over, he pried the box from the first man's hands, and came back to the shop. Watching all that happen, I wanted to be a policeman.

Next, I was in university again. On a tropical island, I stood on one of the floating docks. I'd chosen an elective which was taken by those studying law enforcement - some kind of police drills. Unfortunately, the class' time collided with another - a dance class of some kind. I looked at my classmates. Of everyone, I only recognized Flan. Someone was whispering my name. At first, I ignored it, thinking I'd misheard, but when it was clear, I turned to see my best university friend, Cupcake, waving at me. Having a closer look at her classmates, they were everyone else I took my art courses with. I figured us art students we divided either into law enforcement drills or dance classes.

After the sun had set, we were still in the water. I lost my balance and fell into the deep, dark teal water. I quickly got the hang of floating and swimming, and soon I was floating and watching the star-filled sky on my back.

Not sure where to start. I lived in the basement of my house and I was working on something at midnight. Shortbread was on my computer and she showed me a site to watch streaming movies. I had something to do in the kitchen, maybe make something, so I climbed the stairs to get there. The kitchen was different from my kitchen in real life. It was bigger, and the sink was built into the island counter. As I was washing dishes, my mom and dad came into the room. There were two knives I soaped up and I placed one on the counter, so I could rinse off the other. My dad stacked a plate on top of that knife so when I reached for it, I cut myself grabbing the blade bit, because I'd forgotten the blade part was facing me. My mom produced a tub of lychee and jackfruit in syrup from an overhead cupboard, and told me to submerge my cut in it so it'd heal faster. After bandaging it, I realized it was four in the morning, so I foolishly rushed to wash the rest of the dishes before heading downstairs to my room to get some sleep. I grabbed four rice cracker sticks (one of which I wanted to eat as a snack before bed) to pack in my purse for school, and headed down the stairs. Downstairs, Cookie's cousin, Apple, paced around on our laminate flooring, waiting for him. I offered him three cracker sticks, one for him and the other two for his siblings, but I realized I should give the fourth one too, and since I didn't open my snack yet, I gave it to him too. Cookie came and the two of them were off to go somewhere. When I finally entered my room, this is where the first dream cuts.

The second dream was in an animated world. I entered high school and saw a bunch of girls gathered in the corner of some display cases. There were several on the wall, some were in floor cases parallel to them. I ignored the girls and noticed a pretty boy who I knew. It was Wally West from Young Justice. I knew he was pretty, but I didn't realize he was that pretty. He seemed down, so I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his stomach while his hands caught my butt so I wouldn't fall. I cupped his face with my hands, squishing his cheeks. I noticed he had red stubble all over his jaw and chin. "You grew facial hair," I said. "Suits you. Looks cute." He happily replied, "You think so?" In my head, although, for a long time, I thought his best friend, Dick Grayson, was cute, I thought I might just like Wally more. This dream ended when we kissed and my hand knocked over a stack of violet cards on top of one of the floor cases, advertising something, most likely an event.

The third dream had Cookie's university female friends participating in some kind of beauty pageant. Even though I traveled with them, I barely spoke with any of them; I was being ignored and not purposely. I followed them upstairs to the first room for a physical examination test, and once everyone was gone, I climbed down and forlornly waited on a table set by a potted tree. The place looked similar to the Living Arts Centre. A friend of ours approached me, and she wasn't participating in the events. She was a wise friend, and I think she was Bunny, my friend from university. Together, we went upstairs to check if the girls finished, but they were already gone. We climbed higher and found they've entered the next room, so we went back to the middle floor and sat inside a children's play house, one built for a sandbox. We talked about the girls,  and how I was feeling left out. Bunny asked if I wanted to see how they were doing in the competition, and when I agreed, we called a number on our cell phones and dialed someone's contestant number when prompted. I ended up with info for someone named Brianna when I was searching for Peach. Bunny dialed someone's number correctly, and I cant remember if they were doing well. This is where the third dream ends.

In the last dream, I was at work with the grandparents of the owner of the restaurant. Suddenly, a crowd appeared and it was Peach and the other contestants from the beauty pageant. Grams told me to go to the back and get something from Gramps, so I rushed into the back kitchen and Gramps made me wait for it... whatever it was. With urgency, I looked behind and at the crowd. Our goal is to serve everyone, and not lose any customers that walk out who were waiting. I learned Peach and the others learned I was worked here so they visited me.

I was with Wafer and Shortbread outside a huge mall in their large parking lot. We talked and laughed on this cloudy day, where the grass was brown and crisp, and the air was cold. We ran into some of our high school guy friends, mainly Biscotti, Amaretti and another. I don't remember what else we did but when we were approaching the mall entrance, there was a concrete ledge that emerged from a downward slope of grass and I grabbed onto it and scaled across with my hands until I reached the doors of the mall. I didn't realize I was about eighteen feet off the ground until one of the guys cheered, "go, go!". By then, I tried to pull myself on the ledge, but my biceps were weak and I dropped. I slid down the brick wall to my friends below, a cloud of dust trailing from my sneakers.

I had another short dream I was sorting and packaging boxes for children for Christmas. These boxes were for children in third world countries.