Dreaming in Digital

I had a few dreams. I attended a school or a university that looked different from my current one. When I opened the main entrance, which was at the centre between a gym, on the left, with exercising machines and a cafeteria, I went to the cafeteria to help with an experiment. The room was filled with lawn chairs, which was normal for this school, and to get something to eat, people who were like flight attendants handed people things. Today, there were only a few girls to help. We had to be nude on these chairs but wearing something that i can't remember, and act normal to see if anyone would notice. Unfortunately, classes ended and it became lunch break. The cafeteria started filling up. The testers gave us all a blanket to cover ourselves until the room was near empty. My blanket was soft. It was dark grey and thick, but still moved around well.

In my next dream, I went to my residence I am currently staying at for fourth year university and saw that the staircase had been paved to be a straight slant. I didn't really like it, so I tried exiting another way that would lead through the main house, but it led into a garage-like place and I got stuck. It was dark and empty, like a burned up, abandoned warehouse. The landlord found me, who was different from my current landlord. He pulled me out and told me to use the slope. I was just looking for an alternate route for winter, when the path would freeze up.

I was with my cousins and we were a clan. There were people in an abandoned warehouse that we wanted to go to and take over, but another clan was there. The day we took over, there was only one dude. If I weren't weird myself, I would've believed he was weird too. He was roleplaying-ish. He was spouting lines from Shakespeare. We casted him out and took over using Nerf guns, then left the room to return tomorrow and fix up. When we came back, he was there again, but with his clan. I don't remember how we solved this, but in the end, we owned the place again, except Shakespeare dude was there. He wasn't very happy his clan lost, but I think he was a nice person. We treated him like one of us. I remember this part where he sat on the floor beside a box of rolled posters we were to sell. I crawled over him and looked at the poster rolls. They were from different anime. I remember searching for Alucard from Hellsing. I also realized my butt was in his view, but when he touched it, I kicked him. My cousin's aunt came to us and gathered everyone. She had toys that we could put together and make into something unique.

During my nap, I had this dream: My 4th year residence home was not set up in the same way as was familiar to me. I still lived in a separate basement with my room mate. She asked to have some tape (she was a different , short-haired room mate who was more outgoing). My dad was napping on my bed. I noticed somehow, she liked Tales of the Abyss as well, so we talked a little as she fixed something with tape. We heard the front door open to find two Europeans who were going to be our room mates too. There were two cats with them, that I dumped flour on. When I petted one, she was sweet. I scratched her butt, like I've seen on YouTube, and she rolled around from being tickled. She would scratch the other cat's butt too. Then they had a small dog, from appearance, but medium-sized when I touched it. I scratched around its head with both my hands, as I would do to Misty (Bonk's dog), but this black, white and hazel dog kept growling. He began advancing towards me until I fell on my back.

I woke up in a room that looked like my residence for fourth year university. The floor was dusty and hair, that I shed, was scattered around the floor. I went into the hallway, which was different from my residence. My room was on the top floor of a two story house with a basement. The sky was pure white, almost matching the paint on the walls. The floor was made of old, dark, wood slabs that creaked when you walked. The stairs was also wooden and creaky. My cousin's grandma lived in that house, though currently, she was housing her two granddaughters and grandson as well-- my first cousins. I met her on the ground floor, sorting through laundry. She commented on the state of the floor, and how filthy it was (she killed a spider), so she called someone; I think she called the real estate who sold the house to her late husband and her. She told them about the floor and they said something like her husband wanted the floor to be in that condition.

I was with Cookie's family. He went to an event at a grassy park with tents and hot dogs. It was summer. Gingersnap was there. We sat at her table. There were people talking on each end and we'd listen. The stalls were closing since we came late. It couldn't understand Cookie's stepdad very well, but I think he wanted to visit tent 10 for cooking tips. At the end, Gingersnap came to me saying she didn't have money to go home. I gave her some and told her my money was hers. Before I could give her, I realized I forgot my wallet, so I shamefully asked Cookie. He gave her money.

I had a dream where Cookie was at my fourth year residence, helping me fix something in the house. My landlord was there and her family came. I was worried they'd want to see inside our rooms because mine was messy. Another part of the dream, Cookie and I got married and my mom went to lunch at a fancy restaurant. My mom still disapproved of our relationship and she kept yelling at him in Tagalog. He first answered in English, then yelled back in her language. I was amazed that he learned to speak in our mother language for me. She yelled "don't speak to me in that tone!" in the foreign language and Cookie stood up. The food came, and he left. I couldn't stop crying. I lived with him, and all I did was cry. One day, he was fed up. I think it was because I couldn't stand up to my mom. I never told her he spoke Tagalog. We kept in touch through emails.

I went to Wafer's house because she needed help. After her house problem, I went to Shortbread's, because a merchant lived upstairs. I went to go buy a charm bracelet that uses pictures instead of charms (since I keep thinking about it in real life). I tried to do this secretly, but I couldn't hide it from Shortbread. It was hard and in the end, I didn't buy them because Shortbread was always close to finding out.

Note: I think I was buying it as a gift for Shortbread.

I don't remember why or where I was, but all there was was screaming/yelling Byron's name. I called it at least twice.

I was sent an invitation by mail to an art show. It was addressed to Byron (my classmate in my sculpture class) and myself. I wondered how I was going to tell him about the invite when I didn't live with him, or have any contact. I was at my house, which was tall to the sky and made of steel and was very modern. I had made a giant sculpture that reached sky high, so it was on the roof. The sun was beautiful; it was noon.