Dreaming in Digital

I had many dreams, but I don't remember them very much. I think I had three or four.

In one dream, I was looking through an author's blog on the Internet. The author posted pictures from her bachelorette party. It was a wild party, which they flirted and spent time with random guys not in the wedding party. They were scandalous pictures I'm sure the groom wouldn't want to see.

Another dream had my sister who kept opening the doors in my room. There was one door in the divider wall, which doesn't exist in reality's wall.

Another dream I was at a place that looked like a dojo. Terry Bogard and Mai Shiranui (from The Fatal Fury and the King of Fighters games) were there by the doors which led outside. The sky was dark grey and raining heavily. Mai pounced on me with a hug and Terry smiled faintly, but something else was on her mind.

The last dream may be the continuation of the dream with Terry and Mai, since they were there still, but instead of a dojo, we were at the foyer of a high school. There was a huge, glass window dividing us from the foggy, blue outdoors. I don't remember exactly what happened, but there were more people there who showed up now and again. They were usually running from some kind of illness that appeared. They would come out and some people would drop dead, or keel over depending on what disease they came in contact with. Terry and Mai were brave and they stuck around but when the third wave of an unidentifiable disease appeared I ran with a group of four that wanted to escape alive. Two of us got sick and I was left running with Adande (Swoozie, the video blogger from YouTube). We out ran the sick people who followed us like zombies and sat at the waiting room with newspapers and magazines. When we heard the sick coming for us, we each opened a newspaper and hid behind them, in a pose as if we were reading. The sick zombies didn't see us.

I don't remember much of this dream, but I was an NCIS agent working with Gibb's team. We were trying to catch a criminal and I kept finding guns. The first one I found on the pursuit behind Tony, who was pursuing Gibbs, who was pursuing the criminal was a sniper rifle of some kind. I couldn't lug it down the long, spiral staircase, so I left it, finding a desert eagle along the way. I couldn't turn the safety off when I needed to fire it, so I handed it to Gibbs. He jabbed something to the side of it, like a pen' and it fired. When the enemy was down and captured, Gibbs showed me what was wrong with it. At the end, his team and I sat around a dinner table with dim lights and we had dinner.

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.

For some reason, my mother and I were in South Korea. I wasn't alone; my friends went too. We worked at a korean restaurant, but my mom worked at a factory not too far from the restaurant. One day, master, Andy, an elder Caucasian lady and two other girls and I were working. In the back room, a girl from another shop came over. She was blond, tall, and chubby, wearing a baby blue shirt, long apron and black pants. She had a conflict with our restaurant and Masterr took charge, sending her back. I was sent to mopping the floor, and so was the lady. While mopping, I decided to mop a little differently, hoping I could make the floor really clean. I told Masterr and others to tell customers to walk in the thick line, as our tiled floor was divided by coloured tiles. I got to the backroom still mopping and all hell broke loose. There was a crowd of people running through the dark tunnel we called a back room, and it connected to every shop. The girl who complained was there. She was a little battered and she said some mean things about the people I Valued and myself, I couldn't help but hit her for those mean things because she made me angry. When she was gone, I saw my mom in the crowd. She said the factory was closing because of some kind of melt down. As we ran together, we ran into a box of candies. My mom wanted to get it for our family in our native country, but since the store owner ran with the crowd, it was abandoned. We told it with us, because I told her to since everyone was in a hurry. I lost my mom in the growing crowd and found some acquaintances who I hugged and greeted. I dont remember how I lost them but I was alone with the lessening crowd since I ended up at the end of the line. Somehow i was only in my underwear now. I fell to the floor on my tummy like I was swimming and this man asked me, "what are you doing?" he was on a bicycle. I tried to paint it on the ground in letters with purple sparkle paint upside down to face him. I don't remember exactly what I was trying to write, but the second half said "I feel indecent." he read it, trying to understand, so I turned and read it myself. I quickly corrected the first half of my writing since I had written, "i''m pregnant", and I wasn't. He took me on his bike and we rode to the end of the back rooms together. At the last store, there were more candies in a box. I took the box for my family and we rushed up the steps into a field of dead grass. There was an older man closing the doors behind us and my mom waiting outside. There was a golf cart we piled into- my mom was driving and my cousin Bren was at the back seat. She didn't really know how to drive it, but we crashed and fell upside down. The scene changed to the sky on top of an ocean, and a Canadian airplane and Korean Air airplane were fighting. They weren't designed for fighting, as they were passenger airplanes. It was cinematic and a waltz music played while a voice over said something about only Canada and Korea bombed each other, meaning it was only these two planes. When that view disappeared, I sat beside the bike dude on the airplane pavement as the Korea Air airplane pulled into the foggy airpad. I unlinked my arm from his as people were boarding and joined them.

At first I was outdoors in a sleepy little town. I lived beside a patch of grass and i had little care for what went on in life. One day a bird the size of a pidgeon appeared in that little patch. It was plump With black-Dark brown feathers. I followed it around, watching it carefully and out of it popped a big baby blue egg. I called to my mom who wasn't too far from us and she said to leave it alone, but I couldn't and watched as the egg instantly hatched to show another bird of the same size and colour. I grew terrified as it. Entered our house through the sliding glass door. I did my best to lead the pair out and in a desperate attempt, I kicked them with my bare foot out the same door. I was scared because now I might have had lice on my feet and in the house.

Another scene showed when I was a little older. With a pack of my military troops on black and navy armor, we kicked in the doors to a house and shot a growing line on the wall that was beginning to merge through two bugs eating at the layers or something. The lice had evolved to something invasive and scary. While my team captain and another successfully stopped another line from connecting, another person and I didnt, but we couldn't do much after that. Downstairs was the couple who lived in the house. The man got up from the breakfast table he and his wife sat around paying bills since he had to do something. I whispered to the captain who said to just shoot him since he'd been infected. He fell to the floor gently and quietly. My boss said to shut off the laundry machines so I did before we left the house. I felt terrible for the wife. She'f find out her husband was dead when she got on her feet.

I had class where we played some sort of strategy game like Starcraft. My cousin was there too, as well as a member of anime club. There was a prize for the winner, but I don't remember what it was. We all played on the floor of a dark, lightless room. It was night, so through the large, glass windows, the moonlight and city lamp posts provided the only lights aside from everyone's laptops. I was in a small class of less than twenty.

I was at university or similar, and it was the end of a large meeting, maybe for my class only or my residence group in first year. A few of us were packing food to take home, as I was. I took apart foil covers to wrap food in, and there were so many. When I finished packing my share, I decided to help set up the place back to how it was originally. The place looked like the entrance of a mall, except the downstairs floor, which was dark and carpeted in maroon. I went down to see how I can help, and a dude from my high school, whom we called Stockwell, asked me to bring furniture downstairs to help keep something upright. I ran upstairs and saw the food now on the floor instead of on a fools up table. Someone was packing their food, so I helped them. After a while, I realized Stockwell as still waiting, so I ran to find something he could use, but I found him dragging the piece of furniture downstairs by himself.

It was like I was doing this game thing as a live action, but it was terrifying. People went into a zombie-like state when they were touched by someone of that kind. The funny thing is we could reset the scenario and start from the beginning again, but with each reset, the scenario became harder. I did this game before, but this time, I was in a group of three. It also took me three tries to be able to survive to the end. First I was alone when I did the "game", and we had to use the equipment we hand from our pockets. I had a blue flashlight and I found another person inside the scenario with a stronger one. We were in someone's backyard with high, closely-set wooden fences. We walked in quietly and ran into another person, a girl this time. We went into the fence gate on our left and found it full of zombies. So we ran to the opposite end, and we got trapped in the right gate. Although it was daytime, we flashed our flashlights in their eyes. It was suppose to work, but it wasn't effective enough. Being cornered, we reset the game and I was alone again, but I had my LED flashlight that required my thumb to press on it in order to work.

I this time, I ran from the left gate to the left most gate, where there was an outdoor washroom. The zombie people started crowding my washroom door as I looked for a way out. I was took apart the toilet because I previously remembered there was a way of exit behind it. I fought off the zombies with my flashlight, which worked better than my last, and searched. I don't remember if I did a reset here or if I escaped because the amount of zombies was too great. But I found myself behind the fence where the toilet was and I ran to my left, into the neighbour's backyard fence. When I opened their gate, I was surprised to see my old crush and brother-in-bond. He was a zombie, but I shone my light into his eyes as I asked if he remembered me, and he did. He had greenish skin, and was crusting, buy he was like a brother to me, that I had to save him if I could, and when he was back, I hugged him. I finally knew the extent of what flashlights did for these people- bring them back to humanity. When one zombie tried to climb the fence, we saved him, and we left with him as our newest friend. We ran into the street, where the setting changed into an underground garage of an apartment building. There were others humans there as well and we combined groups as we all ran for the elevator, waiting for it to open. I thought about my brother-like friend, and I felt sad that when I had a crush on him, we never kissed, so I wondered if now was the right time to ask for one before we die. When zombies started piling into the parking lot while chasing other humans, one of our friends got the elevator doors to open. We piled in and saw a girl run for us, terrified of the zombies hot on her tail, I pressed a button labelled "open", but it closed on her. I felt terrible at first, but I also felt coldhearted to leave someone behind. No one said anything as the doors closed; they might've felt the tension already.

When the elevator opened, we were above ground at a part of a city celebrating the Japanese culture. This was a Japanese-like town. My parents were there, safe and unaware of the chaos underground. My mom was looking at the stores in a strip mall, one being a driving centre.

I was at home with my family and walking past the front door, I saw two boys with guns pointed at the house. I told my dad about this and he looked out too. We hit the floor, fearing they might be real. When my mom and sister came, we told them to go on the floor too. The boys came to the front door and knocked. We didn't open it, and I don't remember what happened, but afterwards, my cousins were here to have church. My cousin Adah was sorting through her overhead files printed on clear sheets, and I wondered what happened to using PowerPoint, since last chat I had with her family, they were using computers for praise and worship.

I was with Captain Jack Harkness after Torchwood: Children of Earth. Gwen wasn't with him. I was with a friend and we were at outside a building that looked like a ballroom, since the room inside was all tiled and white and outside was stone. On the grass field beside the entrance were many children who were on a field trip to see this building, but we had to keep them put until the threat was gone. Jack talked to us-- my friend and I, telling us about Ianto Jones, the friend and love he lost, which at this point, the view became a flashback of some of the scenes Jack spent with him. When we were back to the original point of view, we were ready to enter the building and fix the threat. Before we did, a mannequin stood beside the door like a puzzle. She had on a few pairs of pants that I unzipped and after two, I just knew that we were ready to enter the building. Jack went in first, then I and my friend, but before we did, he mentioned something about my philosophy that it's always safer behind the hero than anywhere else. We weren't too far into the beautiful room. Everything surely was white and either tiled or marbled. When Jack went in, we heard a glamour to our right. He instantly turned and shot someone, giving me the first view of what we were facing: the person was taken by disease, mistaken for a monster so he was shot and killed, then he came back to life and now was a revenant. When Jack shot him, more started coming from his left. I screamed his name as more and more appeared and suddenly came after me. I ran outside, leaving Jack, and into the crowd of children protected by a crowd of soldiers. The revenants started coming out, and the soldiers shot them. I ran circles around the crowd, dodging monsters and gunfire. When I stopped running, there was a child in front of me. He pointed to the mannequin. I tried to think of how to beat the monsters and I unzipped two layers and was surprised to find a third. Unzipping it, I saw my answer: the mannequin's tummy was glowing in the shape of many circles inside each other. I pushed down the centre and heard someone scream to watch my back. Behind me was the children's tour guide. She wasn't sick with the illness, but that brought the thought that locals were all infected by the germs causing people to become revenants. Now the tour guide was one of them. I ran in circles around the children, avoiding being touched by her or anyone else, yelling, "shoot them in the stomach!" Someone I passed noticed the guide chasing me and commented on the fact that she was bitten.

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 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.

My class and a few others were on a bus that looked so much like an airplane from the inside. I was sitting with a classmate I knew, and I had the aisle seat. She needed to use the washroom, so I got up and looked around the bus, letting her pass. She took a long time to return, because the driver/pilot asked everyone to be seated as we approached our destination. We were going skiing with many schools and classes, and we were led to a large hall that looked like the stair area beside the food court in Square One. There were many students switching shoes to boots, as I was soon requested to by our guide for the day. It was very crowded, that as we were making our way to the slopes and equipment, I got lost as I was pushed and shoved through. I lost my group, but I recognized a face from our group who was also lost. We stayed together in fear of separation as we decided where our class could be. We found ourselves back at the staircase, much less crowded than when we first came. I climbed the stairs but dropped my bag. When I retrieved it from the ground floor, there was a pile of paper beside it- about five sheets of 8 1/2" by 11". Before I could pick it up, a girl who looks like Brenda Song (actress) picked it up and started giggling at the things she saw and read I'm them. I quickly snatched away the papers from one hand, but she turned away still holding two more sheets and giggling while viewing them. Peering over her shoulder, I noticed these were old sketches of Isica, one of my characters from Project E.P.I.C. I was surprised to see these; I was sure I didn't bring them with me. I tried to think of who would steal my work, and I remembered a friend who, at one point in life, copied ideas from me or had difficulty coming up with their own and used my work as templates. After Song was done looking at the two remaining pages, she gave them to me and wandered off as the girl I was with walked down the stairs to join me.

Cookie, a few more friends and I went to Tart's house because it was TK's birthday. She lived in a glass-like, tall, tall house (that one would find a dream house in the game, the Sims) and had two or three friends over, one which I think was a boyfriend, to celebrate his birthday. We had dinner separately, her group of friends and my group of friends, but TK visited both groups and mingled. It was starting to get really late, since the sky was pitch black, but somehow I knew we were going to stay overnight. Their property was the only one I could see from their plot of land. It was completely dark, except for the house lights and the moon. It was a clear and warm summer night. Something about it had a hint of romance, if not one of horror. Cookie and I stayed indoors a bit, as during dinner, we had a few casual drinks. After two in the morning, I found Cookie to be in a floppy, but happy state. I would hold him upward to keep him from falling over, and at one point, he needed the washroom. The washroom I knew of was up three or four stories high, so we climbed the narrow, white carpeted stairwell to the higher floors. We made it to the top and Cookie wobbled into the white washroom. As I was waiting, there was a Filipino child who walked past me into his room. He stared at me, and then more of his friends peered through the bedroom door before he closed it. I wondered whether they adopted some. There had to be at least four. Cookie came out of the washroom and we slowly went down the staircase. I was afraid we'd both fall because the steps were as narrow as the stairwell, but we made it to the ground floor safely. I put him on the sofa and we watched television.

For the things that weren't glass in the house, they were white.

There was a field trip in university taking students to the country where they speak Dutch. I was allowed to go, but I hid from my parents that Cookie went too. In the airplane, we had our passports and one dude and this guy behind him were comparing travel stamps. Our stewardess was strange. She started scanning me with a metal detector and told me I can't have my belt when it beeped on the buckle. I gave it to her and we were already landing. We were passing a golf course and there were so many flowers. They were large and beautiful and happy, and they were in the course. I told the person sitting behind me that they were so pretty and why couldn't Canada get flowers in our golf courses. I was also thinking of buying postcards to send. We landed in a country field with windmills and got out. I don't remember what happened for a bit. I was with Cookie and a group of our friends and class mates. We wanted to stop at many stores. There was a chocolate store, so I asked if we could go there and Cookie and I went. I was looking for something to give to Shortbread and Wafer at home. As we went around the store, we ran into ChocoChip, who was also buying. We asked what she was buying as we went around the store once more. She pointed to a pile of children's footed pajamas and I hugged her excitedly if she was pregnant; she was thinking about having a child and she wasn't, but she was preparing, just in case. We left the store and our group was gone. Cookie said that he has a hint of where they could've gone since Biscotti like Marvel and JammyDodger likes etc. Etc. We walked to the streets on this sunny quiet day and along the way, we got something to drink. We reached apartments that were old and spaced out well, and a street. With a garden on the other side. We also ran into Passionfruit and Pineapple, Cookie's two friends from university. Looking at the old apartments, I started feeling a little nostalgic and sad. We wanted to go to the garden, so we ran across the street, even in front of the police car, as it didn't do anything and drove off when we crossed. Pineapple said he had to go washroom so he went behind one of the garden bushes and peed. I also needed to go. The sun now was setting and gave a yellowy glow to everything.

I was with cousins and we had to do a game show. I remember one part where we had yo carry our partner, going upstairs, on our backs as we were lying down. I was under my male partner, so he hugged me tight as I attempted to drag him up stairs. I looked around me, finding everyone else had thir male partner underneath and the female partner on top. When our method failed, the announcer allowed my partner to be underneath as he dragged me up the long staircase. He did it with so much more ease than I did. We finally reached the top and took a rest on the carpet, where I found one of my cousins resting with her partner as well.

I was one of four girls. We were running away-- escaping from this old dungeon house looking place. It was yellowy lit with old, brown furniture made of wood. This one girl led us. We snuck from room to room trying to find a way out of the dungeon. There was a room with a large table. We observed a middle-aged lady place papers down on the table, including a key. We ran into the room when she left briefly and hit the floor behind the massive table with chairs, away from the door, when he returned. When she leg again, our leader grabbed the key and we ran for the doorway.

Another part I remember was running to a wall that someone tunneled through. It was a thick, stone wall filled with dust and a wooden, broken shelf could be seen on the other end. Two girls went before me. When I went through, I found it a tight fit, especially around my hips, but I still managed to crawl through. Halfway in, I ran into the shelf. I was not skinny enough to go over or under it, so I pushed it along until I reached the end. I heard a male, sorcerer's and a lackey's voice and hesitated. When I reached the end, I threw the shelf at them from in the tunnel and hastily crawled and ran for the rows of old, discarded furniture that was pulled up. There were many rows of tables, chairs, antique typewriters, fridges, etc. piled high. Beside each pile were long, rows of bookshelves filled with books. They resembered aisles in grocery stores. I ran through them and far away from the caster. I kept running and as I did, the rows slowly became modern. When I reached the last row, there were massive windows and sunlight came from them. It was spacious and bright, and I found myself in Walmart. Shoppers with their carts were lining up at cashiers and the sound was comforting and familiar. I looked around, seeing Masterr coming up to me. I believe, she was the one leading us, through I never noticed in the dark, windowless dungeon. Masterr was dressed in dark pants with a chain and a black tank with prints. I was confused and she told me "this is what it could've been." I still didn't understand but I was greeted my older cousins who seem to have had a child. She was a big, fat, round baby who was learning how to walk.

I was a new recruit for a government/army job. I was sent on a large ship with my cousins, my niece and Cookie. I had to go to the washroom many times, so I went through the long path like going from one side of the ship to the other. When I returned to my cousins, I smelled something funny and I realize it was me. I ran to the washroom and found that when I went into one of the stalls, the empty stall, my cousin wanted to go badly so I let her take my place. I ran because I had to go to my tutorial on the first day on the job. I ran into a line of recruits and followed them to the beginning of one. When I go there I changed my mind and ran back to the washroom. I got stuck on this steel gate that divided one stair to the other I didn't know how to open it so I could use it and tried many times to jump over. This serious, Asian man wanted to pass so he opened it for me and I continued on my way. All stalls were full in this huge public washroom except one. The toilet was flooded and the floor covered in pee. I tried flushing it and cleaned myself from the dump I needed to take earlier. I noticed the yellow puddle was turning red. I looked at my foot and Lifted my jeans to see I wore my converse shoes and I had a huge gash on the side of my foot. I started feeling the pain and pulled my pants up. I left the stall to find many people in a line to go to the washroom but watching the television screen. I heard what it was saying. I was going to be arrested and my previous employer, NCIS, wouldn't be able to help me. My pain was a mix of physical and emotional. I looked down at the blood pooling below me but without looking I could feel everyone's eyes pierce me.