Dreaming in Digital

20211006 I was at an event venue, but there wasn't an event going on, and outside of it. The building was very rocky, built into a hill, or carved out of one. There were large stones and stairs cared into the stones; the stairs spanning from the ground floor of the building's entrance, to over its ”roof”. There were also many stone bridges reaching across the sky in front of its entrance. 

I had two dreams.

In the first dream, I woke up, feeling something from my nose begin to drip. I pushed away from my pillow, running a hand across my nose to see blood. A drop fell on my pillow. (I woke up startled, but I didn't have a nosebleed).

In the second dream, I was naked. I was hurt. I was too weak to fight back.
I was being raped, and I was numb.
I don't know who it was.

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.

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.