Dreaming in Digital

20201006

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.

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 had a dream which was a mix of E.P.I.C, Star Trek and X-Men. Arika (I think) ended up on a ship in space. It was massive that it housed environments. She was in a library of junk and garbage, arranged and organized, as well as some had their form changed to tiny bits. Arika was slinking, trying not to get caught and before she was caught, Isica pulls her in behind a rack full of hung garbage. As they waited, listening to the local mafia head, as he talked about rats being present in this room. Isica told Arika to wait, and she dove into the aisles to get their attention. She ambushed the leader and killed him, before going after the other in another aisle. When both were dead, she dragged one to a garbage shute and heard someone approach so she dove into the crushed pieces of trash bin. It was Kirk and Spock from Star Trek, and they crashed into the ship in space not too long ago. They were lost. I don't remember what happened here, but suddenly the alarm rang about another space ship near us. Isica got out of the bin and slimmed through the aisles to have a look at who the voices belonged to. She was surprised to see another ship with its cockpit aimed towards space. There was a huge map on a digital screen shoeing radar of the attackers and the surrounding topography of planets. She asked them what that was, never seeing their screen or technology before, but everyone ignored her question as they prepared for battle. Arika left the hiding and wandered around the library of organized trash, running into Logan of X-Men. He was the ship's chef and told her to come along. They reached a room where Logan told her to put on a space suit as he was putting one on and together, they jumped into a shute in the wall which brought them to the cold, darkness of space. They were going to help defend the ship from outside.

Before I forget the rest, I was with Captain Jack Harkness from Doctor Who / Torchwood. We stepped onto a subway train with its exterior washed in dark chrome. I didn't know where we were going, but I was sure he knew I was going with him, and he was taking me somewhere. I don't remember much of what happened here except I saw a lot of his charming smile. I don't remember much, but from what I remember next, we were running from something and I ran closely behind him. We were in an ancient castle; the floors and walls were sand-coloured stone walls. As we ran through this corridor, we could see the centre of the castle, as one wall was made of pillars. The centre of the castle was hollowed out, so the ground floor could be seen. If one of use fell, it would be a nasty death. We ran into the room of a circular tower, where a handful of scared people were. As soon as I made it into the room, I turned to shut the door, but the person we were running from- the (tenth) Doctor- grabbed me and was trying to bite me. He looked terribly sickly, infected with some disease or possessed. I struggled to keep him away as the people in the room avoided us. I yelled for Jack, and he pulled him away from me with ease but before he was about to throw him out, the Doctor spoke. I don't remember what the Doctor said in that state, but Jack was definitely hesitant to toss his old friend back outside the door.

I had a few dreams but I don't remember much of them.

I was with my old high school friends, but I don't remember much of what happened.

I was with my family to watch this play in a velvety, highly raised stage. It was dark and everything but the stage was maroon. The preformers were like acrobats. The people in the row in front of us were preformers and I didn't notice until the actors on stage came close to us. They helped them keep their balance.

I was with an older man, travelling and escaping from people who wanted to kill us. There were two younger girls with me, both in historical clothes like I was. When we had to escape, we went into a helicopter that was smooth and looked like a car from inside. I remember most that we stopped at a gas station and the man (who was a mix of John Winchester from Supernatural and Leroy Jethro Gibbs from
NCIS) left the vehicle to sit far from the vehicle and think. The built-in phone in the car rang and I answered it. They were looking for the man with us. It was the Avatar (from the Last Airbender, but he wasn't Aang) who was our friend at one point. I tried speaking some sense into him to let us go, but he refused. John saw that I was on the phone and he came and held his hand out for me to give it to him, so I did. The conversation didn't go well for him either. We flew out of the country and somewhere in Asia. He said we'd all have to pose father and daughters as a cover if anyone asked. I hugged the younger girl through the trips. After a while, the girls and I craved some things. The youngest craved toys, the middle craved sweet foods, and I craved someone to love. "Papa" was not pleased with us. He was telling us we were going to lay low in Malaysia for a little bit, but before we left the small town in North America where we went hiking in the forest it had, he got the two other girls what they wanted. It was kind of difficult for me to tell him what I wanted. We kept flying back and forth all over the world to keep from being tracked.