Friday, February 20, 2026
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I was on a mission with Jim Caviezel, who was probably his character Reese from Person of Interest. He was in his signature black suit and his hair had become silvery-grey. I had dark skin, like dark chocolate, and long, red hair that flowed in waves. Our mission was to protect a little Asian girl, about the age of four or five, from enemies who were attempting to kidnap her.
We got separated. Knowing the girl is safest with him, The Man in the Suit took her with him. The pursuers followed them into a train car full of golden straw. He fought them off, while on the phone, and succeeded without shooting anyone in the kneecaps. The little girl hid, hugging her stuffed bunny.
I was interestingly dressed for our sunny winter. I wore purple, reflective sunglasses and a silver peacoat that reached the top of my over-the-knee, caramel-coloured, high-heeled boots. I travelled to the town square of a small town to find information. There was a tall, black gazebo there, with speakers, playing random music. I crossed the gazebo, ending my call with Reese, calling him, 'Starry-fox'. I carried a leather-spined book with research and information relevant to the child. As I walked along an empty road, I let my guard down and a black, gloved hand clapped over my mouth as I dropped the book. I noted an asterisk drawn on the spine in silver marker as I tried to free myself. The last lyrics I heard from the speakers before I blacked out were, "I'll fiddle with my horse until you break it," sung by Shakira.
Sunday, May 12, 2024
20240512 i met my neighbour who lives beside my house. He was black with tight, black curls that fell freely into the shape of an afro. In his arms was a toddler of two years of age, who shared the same tight, black curls. We spoke for a bit before i excused myself because i was on my way to the hospital.
My child came our with black skin and tight, black curls. I was confused and scared. This was our baby, but didn't resemble Cookie or i. I took the baby for a walk in a stroller to think, and stopped on a snowly hill. I climbed the snow hill as I did as a child and thought on the top why our baby was different. I feared Cookie would think I cheated on him, which I didn't. I came back to baby to find they had froze to death on this cold winter day. I cried.
Labels: emotion: sad, person: cookie, weather: winter
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
It was Honeycrisp's birthday and the part I remember was we met our work friends somewhere, then continued walking. We walked until we came across my apartment. The lobby was massive -- it looked like a fancy hotel, with a casino and stage. It's what I imagine Las Vegas looks like.
I was with PinkLady, Ambrosia, another cashier, and Honeycrisp. On this grey, winter day, I wore a black dress with jeans beneath, and I dearly, dearly wanted to shave my legs. There as a show on stage, and the girls stopped to watch.
As I explained what I knew about the show, I noticed Honeycrisp was a little bored. He wandered away from the enthralled group, then came back to find they haven't moved. I gave him my house keys and building fob, telling him, "I'll be right back." I told him they should explore. I left for home to shave my legs.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
The lights were off in the small, dark hotel room Talon (from League of Legends) and I silently waited in. The wind rattled the window blinds that filtered the moon's light onto the carpeted floor. We were waiting for some kind of instruction, or maybe a target, because he waited beside the open window, out of the moon's reach, and staring into the darkness. I vaguely remember lying on the bed with a maroon blanket, and another time where I tried to pull his hood down, but he pushed me away in annoyance.
*****
I was lazing on a lawn chair on the balcony of our apartment that looked much like my childhood apartment of 9L. Wearing sunglasses, a white t-shirt and short-shorts I made from a pair of my husband's shredded, old jeans, I enjoyed the morning sunshine, reading "Crossed" by Ally Condie. Once in a while, I'd look around, taking in the suburban view when I noticed a man in his 20s sitting in his balcony from an apartment across our own. Sitting beside a woman around his age, he was eyeing me, a big grin curving his mouth. We made eye contact, so I waved to him, and he cocked an eyebrow arrogantly. As soon as his female friend handed him something that looked much like binoculars, I realized I was lying about with my knees bent and my legs wide open. I knew these homemade shorts revealed my underwear, but I didn't realize I would sit down in that particular position (it's a regular position I fall into). I quickly went inside, embarrassed, bumping into the black sofa in our living room.
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Perhaps this part was another dream. Inside my apartment, there were clothes hanging on racks, as if it were a store. I thought about trying some of them sometime, as made a bee line to the washroom, which became a public one with grey stalls. Someone knocked on my stall door, and the voice of an old lady told me to hurry in a rude manner because they were closing. Offended, I thought about cancelling their contract of using my home as their store, but I figured it wouldn't be a good idea, because they contributed to the rent, significantly making ours much, much cheaper. When I was finished, I walked out of the washroom, and the store was run by a handful of old, wrinkly, grey-haired ladies, who pushed me out the door before I could tell them, "I live here!". Regardless, I was dressed in a long, navy, wool coat, and my beautiful taupe boots, that I walked out into a hallway, ready to go out into the winter cold.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
I had two dreams that were related.
I was at an event with my parents at my family church. Even though the location's space was smaller, there were still the same amount of visitors. They had a guest speaker today, and because I arrived late, I had to operate the projector via a computer. During the sermon, the speaker called for those who lived east of a certain city. My mother called me over, and as I walked, everyone's eyes were on me. She told me to join the group kneeling pm the carpet at the front. One of the church's older members, and another child member were kneeling, so it seemed like a game to me. I knelt with them, my head fully on the carpet before me, and wrapped my arms around it, covering my sight. I heard a tinge of my favourite song in the background, and as I heard more, I realized it was Rev Theory's "Far From Over" playing, muffled through the walls. Worried, I left my ipod touch playing, I got up (and I woke up from this dream).
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Lying in bed at my husband's and my apartment, I heard "Far From Over" through the walls. The song changed quickly before the guitar riff began, but I still had to find its source. I wanted to give whoever it was with the music something, so they'd play it. I followed my ears to the balcony. Down below, on the street, a group of boys were dancing to rock music. The doors squeaked as I opened them, and they heard me. One of the boys had a boom box on his shoulder, and he waved to me and I waved back. I rushed to get ready and watch them on this grey, winter day.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I remember three little dreams I had, but I don't remember what order they were in.
In one dream, I was running around the house looking for bananas. My sister was in the washroom and I wanted the biggest, ripe banana for myself. In my mom's room, I saw a banana and ate it.
In another dream, I was with a family on an icy surface. The family consisted of a dad, mom and son. The family wasn't human and they had slate skin; they looked like they could be walruses. The son and I has a relationship that the parents knew, and the mother opposed to. The dad fell in love with me. It was time for bed and I was placed in between the dad and son. I snuggled beside the son, paralleling my hips to his so I could cuddle up and not be cold. I later had a talk with the son, telling him his father had a thing for me.
In the last dream, I went to the washroom with my cellphone. My phone was receiving strange messages without information on who they were from. I was terrified. I could see a tall, African American man come to our door with his tall, Caucasian friend, laughing. My mom told me to stay in the washroom while my dad went to open the door. they were looking for me and I had no clue who they were. We had a tiny dog who I watched to see if she was growling, but I couldn't tell. She ran out the door with something in her mouth and my dad chased after her.
Monday, February 22, 2010
There was a war. We were in a snowy tundra with hills and large snowbanks, like the Frozen Labyrinth in Lineage II. I had a higher rank than a lowly foot soldier, but I was also a mercenary. We were against a ruler-- a woman: a queen. I had a backpack with me and wore it. The war started and our troops were still marching in a long line up, forward. I jumped over them in the grey weather, to get to the battlefield quickly. I got to the action, but I don't remember what happened to my weapon. I remembered the sword Mifune^1 (from Soul Eater) gave me before the battle. I retrieved it from my bag, but I didn't know how to use it. It was an energy blade. I didn't know how to turn it on and Mifune was busy fighting off a group of soldiers so I couldn't ask him. Someone from my unit suggested holding the button down. It had a glowing blue blade. I sliced through everything so easily.
There were a few other dreams I had, but I don't remember what happened in them; they were short scenes such as my mom buying a bag of bagels for me to eat at school.
^1 Mifune was wearing his outfit from their mission in Alaska.
There were a few other dreams I had, but I don't remember what happened in them; they were short scenes such as my mom buying a bag of bagels for me to eat at school.
^1 Mifune was wearing his outfit from their mission in Alaska.
Monday, December 28, 2009
I was at a show for artists and gamers. It was a show along a path, where the guests walked along the path to see the work. One of them was a Devil May Cry picture. I don't remember much of the dream, but there was a race. I suppose we had to dress up like the character. There was two of us on this winter day. I dressed up as Nero and ran and my partner was either Dante or Vergil. We ran and coloured. There was this part of the picture that needed to be blood red, so I cut my finger tip and swiped it on the stone and I continued on the race.
Labels: theme: blood, theme: games, theme: images, weather: winter
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