Dreaming in Digital

20230606 I don't remember my first dream anymore, but I remember my second one better. I was with four other boys, and we were probably superheroes - guardians of the world. Our headquarters were in the sky just above the clouds, in a building that was massive and elliptical in shape (it resembled Tipoca City on Kamino in Star Wars). On the news we heard the world below was suffering a pandemic - a virus - and we were scared. Not long after, we received a mission to go down and watch a little boy. A partner (or two) and I went down, to a little warehouse. When we met the boy, he told us his mother was looking after an elderly man in the room adjacent to us. In our current room, there were many cathode ray tube (CRT) television screens stacked from floor to ceiling. Each one displayed SMPTE colour bars. When I asked the boy if his mother needed help, he said she said she didn't. She worked taking care of the elderly.

20230422 I was on a mission to extract a group of men. Captain Rex (from Star Wars The Clone Wars) and I moved everyone to our rendezvous point where Commander Wolffe arrived in a LAAT/i to pick us up. The captain complimented my speed to action, and I joked that I should join Wolffe's company.

20210928 With a cocktail in hand, I was at a party with Bobby Pin, from Heels. He was dressed in a white suit with a black, collared shirt underneath. It was late Spring, and the sun was high in the sky. We'd just met and I spent most of the party talking to him. A part of our conversation became about getting swindled by someone we both knew. Excitedly, he told me about [something relating to the same guy]. I joked that we should break into his office to get back our money, and he thought it was an excellent idea.

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I was with a group of kids who all seemed to be family. There was a daughter and two boys. The world had also been savagely torn apart by the effects of a virus that never completely wore out. This girl, with dark pigtailed braids, and her family had fallen to hard times, falling into poverty. I followed them underground, to the PATH to scavenge for supplies and goods that could be sold for a handful of gold. We split from her brothers, and the boys took a different route to scavenge. When we met up, we had conversations about whether the items we found were valuable.

At first, I watched my partners stalk around a location, on a mission to find a certain man. I don't remember what happened, but they were successful.

Then it was my turn. My partner was a man named Josh. He was tall, in his mid-20s with dark hair. With us was a younger woman with white-blonde, straw-like hair that reached her shoulders. She was the daughter of our villain - the witness to his crimes.

In the second mission, we had guns and infiltrated a Chinese restaurant. I covered their backs, while Josh moved in front, leading us to a meeting room where the daughter could work her "magic". She sat down, whispering, "what word should I use that means 'destroy'?"¹ Behind her were other Chinese men and women speaking amongst each other.

"What about 'eliminate'?"² I suggested.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Josh asked. With my head, I motioned to a corner of the room and we both got up to speak privately. When we were alone, a grim look came about his face. "I'm sorry," he said, pointing his gun to his stomach and pulling the trigger.³

I screamed his name, running towards him, confused at his actions but ready to catch him before he hit the ground. Everything slowed down involuntarily as I dove towards him, like a spell of slowness was cast. A bright light enveloped the room and I watched Josh fade out of consciousness and into the bright light.

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¹: words had effects. The enemy had blacklisted the word, "destroy" so it wouldn't do a thing when said.

²: this world was much like in Lexicon by Max Barry. Words did what you said. We needed to blow up a meeting room, and so the daughter was going to write "destroy" on the wall then speak it for the action to happen.

³: ideas of why Josh shot himself raced in my mind has he was going down. He either knew the word wouldn't affect him if he was hurt, or the pain would be too much for him to focus and hear the word.

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.

There was a war between two universities, and I was on the side of the University of Toronto. We were in high school classroom for sixty students (much like my science classroom back in the day). To win this war, we had to eliminate the opposing school with candy we threw at each other; I chose hard candy as ammo, as they were hard-hitting. If you were hit, you were out.

When this battle ended, a small group if us was left. We moved to a small library with a desk and sofas. On the wall was a large television screen with floorplans to the building we were in, and a copy of it lay on a desk. Our next mission was to solve a mystery and we'd find something. My remaining team mates were two Asians (one boy and girl), two others, and our leader, who was tall, blond and male. He told us to wait and left the room.

As we waited, I studied the floorplans. Something seemed wrong about our room. I soon realized the room we were in was the wrong room, and we had to escape from it before... Before something bad happened to us. Our room was a trap. The door handle was locked, so I balled my fist and punched the mirrored glass, decorating its panels, until it shattered.

We ran outside, towards a parking lot just as our leader was unlocking his getaway car. Under the star-studded sky, our leader turned around, a sly smile on his face. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder. Congratulating us, he revealed his plan, step-by-step. He told us that sometime earlier, we'd eaten a tracking chip. I don't remember how we were distracted enough that we let him get away. The Asian boy pulled a baking tray out of his backpack. He peeled back the foil wrapping to reveal tomatoes of different sizes he'd baked earlier. By handfuls, we shoved them into his mouth, encouraging us to eat them. Tomatoes blocked the tracking signal.

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.

Everyone in Middle Earth gathered to watch The Lord of the Rings trilogy when night began to fall. There were many that I didn't recognize, of dwarves, hobbits, elves and humans, and they were seated on a grassy hill in rings, like in a sports stadium. I walked around looking for quests to do, as if I were in the Lord of the Rings Online MMORPG. I found Legolas with Gimli seated before him, so I zigzagged towards them, and asked Legolas if he knew of any quests. Materializing in front of him were plain, shining, gold rings, a little larger and thicker than wedding bands. He began breaking them in half so they lost their glow and became ghostly blue ones. After he'd done that, there were no other quest for me to do. I also spoke to an elegant elven maiden who told me Aragorn didn't attend the movie screenings, and I wondered what he was up to as a king.

I had a mission with Barbara Gordon, or Batgirl (pre-reboot) from the DC Universe. She was beautiful.

I travelled with four adventurers, who were also fighters. We visited various locations and each one was character specific, as only one character could see the darkness-- the monsters that came up. I was with Lightning in Final Fantasy XIII, a young, cute blond man, and a tomboyish girl who wore a long cloak. We ran from loctation to location seeking out and fighting these shadow monsters. The first location was Lightning's, as she could see the creatures. She directed us with words as she fought along side us. We followed Lightning through buildings in small cities and up elevators. Next was the blond's; we followed his instruction as we did Lightning's at first, though I wasn't sure whether once a character could see the monsters, the monsters would always be visible from that point on. I got that impression though. Next they revealed themselves to the cloaked girl once we climbed another elevator. We went down a flight of concrete stairs in a little town with dirt roads. We made our way to the rural area, stopping by a diner along the road. I was chosen to get information from the middle-aged, farmer waiter. I dressed up in short overalls and red lipstick and had blond hair in pigtails. I used a fake Southern accent as I talked with the waiter, making light conversation. As soon as the waiter left, I rushed out and regrouped with my friends by his garage. As o stepped closer to them, my heart raced in knowing it was my turn to lead. The monsters came out of the ground and I called out their location and the amount we faced. When we vanquished them, Lightning fell to the ground in weakness. She was dying as I held her up. The last words she said were, "tell Malchior I love him." She'd been in love with someone else in the first game, and now she loved her other male friend. Then I woke up.

After hanging around with the girls from girl's night, I went to a family event, but I was alone with many people. In the dream, I saw Nica's dad and Bing's dad meet each other. They looked very much like their child. There was a banquet table prepared and I ate by myself, though I eyed the valentines day heart-shaped muffins. After eating, they were almost gone. I took one heart with red sprinkles, and another that was fish-shaped. The lady watching the muffins pointed to that one and told me it was her favourite, so I tried it.