Dreaming in Digital

20230716 This could be from two different dreams, but I only remember two fragments.

20130705 I can barely remember. I entered a room that I had the impression was a lunch room. Strangers were seated around a few glass tables. I scanned the room, then sat alone at an empty table. I didn't see Spritz in the crowd, but he got up from his seat and whispered in my ear to meet him in the courtyard before he left the room.

A group from my work and I were given a team building holiday: we had to live under the same roof of a cabin, which was beside a private community centre. We all had chores and presentations to do, and we had to bring food and snacks to make and share.

Honeycrisp finished his tasks early; he waited until I was done. We went for a walk outside through a field and a small woodland area. It was autumn and the trees were orange and yellow. The grass was straw-like and yellow. The sun was setting, so the sky was richly golden, followed by orange and red. I can't recall our conversations, but I was able to make him laugh.

We came back when it was dark. We sat on the brown carpet of the family room, listening to someone give their presentation. I sat close to him.

I was searching for jobs from a box of clippings I received and a man came to me talking about his job opening, offering it to me. At first I declined it, as I felt uncomfortable with someone trying to push their way into making my life, but when i returnedto the ad, he explained more. It was held at his house in the countryside with a lush garden and many priceless items on display, like a museum. I drove into his lot in the late afternoon and saw as he described, but with changes. Instead of the green garden, it was beginning to wither and brown. He led me to the backyard where many sat in tables, waiting for other guests to arrive to begin dinner. I was given a seat by the man and as we sat, the boss of the company walked atop a platform and greeted us all.

I was at an engagement party with Jensen Ackles, who acted as Dean Winchester in the television show Supernatural. we were in the sunlight of a park and the wedding photographer asked me to come to a grassy area with him. I followed him to a line he drew on the grass and he asked me to pose (though I don't remember all that I did). Next he asked Ackles for pictures and I followed to their photo session. The photographer was asking him to go to one side of the line and do a somersault to the son of "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas. I watched with interest that I didn't Realized the world around us changed (and I was no longer part of the dream, but a spectator). The world around them was a windy desert with a lavender sky. Dressed in a thin, dirty, white shirt with the sleeves ripped out, leather suspenders and dark cargo pants, Dean Winchester was alone with an old, bone-y, lanky man covered in a thin, grey tattered grey clothing. He was teaching Dean a routine he'd need for the future; preparing him for a certain kind of attack. The day came when his training was required. The old man woke up to the vibrations of heavy footsteps. He shook Dean awake, then crept to a wide, rectangular window in the wall of their abandoned, large, steel shelter. He beckons him to see the creatures he was trained to pass. At the count of three, they jumped out of the window and began weaving through the tall creatures. They were non-hostile and travelled slowly in a caravan of their own. As they reached the end of the creatures, he heard a scream. His mentor was crushed under the steps of one of the massive creatures. The man told him to continue and not to let emotion distract him from his training. At the end, four tall, sickly blue women screeched at him from under their purple hoods. Began a spell and aimed it at him, but before she could execute it, Desn pulled out rose water and sprayed it at her. She shrieked and vanished. Off camera, someone yelled, "what was that!?" Dean looked to his right and a suited, heavy man came running to his side. "A witch," he responded. The desert was now contained in a long, glass hall beside a train station.

I don't remember this dream very well. I was somewhere in a big open space with grass beneath my feet and a purple sky above my head. It was like a picnic with many guests, though I didn't know the people I was with. Suddenly, a little girl, about nine years of age, went crazy. In her innocent-looking baby pink dress lined with pink lace, she began waddling around while her eyes shot laser beams. She was upset over something and unleashed her destructive power on everyone. It was every man for themselves, as I rushed for cover from her fire. I ran towards the interior of a house-like building her eyes already demolished, keeping close to the ground and making sure I was out of her sight behind the rubble. My stomach pressed against the grassy floor, hard and compact from days without rain. I felt like I was in a video game, at which I believed the child was really a robot. As I was moving around to avoid her glance, I came across a body of a man around his twenties. If I remember well, he was Axel of E.P.I.C, or he was a complete stranger. Nonetheless, he was almost face down in the grass, unconscious or dead. When I looked up again, the girl was extremely near and about to turn around, but I felt someone yank me down just in time when the child turned our direction. Axel whispered, "play dead," and I shut my eyes, listening to her feet clank and crush the grass beside me and walk on. I don't know how long we laid on the floor for, but in some point in time, I felt his hand on mine. I opened my eyes to his sad, spaced-out expression before he made eye contact and smiled dauntlessly, pulled himself closer and kissed me.