Dreaming in Digital

I woke up in my warm bed to the sound of my husband, Cookie, entering the house. It had to be around nine in the morning, as I took a nap right after he left for work. It was day when I peered through the window. I asked him why he was home, and he told me he had finished work early.

I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to do my morning routine. Instead of the ugly, chocolate-colour floor, we had nice, white tiles. The furniture had been moved around, and we were also missing our toilet and shower. Our two desktop computers were set up on the counter tops, in the middle of the room. I peered into the living room to find many of our furniture had also been moved. I began moving them back into their original positions.

I heard someone scratching at our front door. Horrified, there were broken patches on our door, and we could peek outside as much as they could inside. Our lock was reachable from the patches, and I watched as a preppy, old lady which white hair and a baby pink blazer tried to get in. I called to her, and she demanded I open the door, claiming we were in her apartment. Surprised by this, I opened the door without thinking, and the lady barged in, yelling. I looked down the corridor, and saw a blind man playing the piano. I wondered if we really were in the wrong apartment unit.

I can't remember most of my dream.
I was sitting inside Cookie's house as he did renovations with his company's crew. It was a three-story house - different from his current house. The walls were creamy yellow, with matching carpets. I sat in the empty rooms where work wasn't being done.
With Cookie done work, he and I sat outside, in front of his house, under the night sky. A van pulled up with our high school friends, and Almond came out from the front seat, telling us to wait for the second van because they had more nickles for us. We were going on a night trip to a nickle arcade.

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep. It was late at night, and pitch black except for a sliver of outlines; my eyes wouldn't adjust to the lack of light. Normally, I'd see more, but not tonight. I heard rustling and I sat up, finding Cookie coming to my bed. Having trouble sleeping as well, we laid down, getting ready to sleep, and in comfort, I wrapped my arms around his warm torso. All was well until I got up, though unsure why I did. In the living room was the figure of a middle aged lady, her greying hair in a loose bun, and wore a white blouse and full purple skirt with a bustle and underwire. With a finger, she beckoned me, and I followed her, though without sight, I walked into a couch and she was gone. Hesitant to tell my mother there was a ghost in our home (which was strange to me since we were the first to live in this house), I crawled back into bed with my fiance. I couldn't hug him when I tried - he wasn't there. When I looked, something grabbed my left wrist, trying ro pull me into the wall. It didn't seem like Cookie, and I thought, it couldn't be him! "Run! Run!" I tried to yell, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I kept trying, moaning the sound as my lips were sealed and thick like goo. It was best I made the racket and saved my family than everyone being devoured in the same way. "Run, run, run..."

*[I woke up right after. I was sleeptalking.]

I was was with Cookie trying to solve something. We met many people and went to many places. The last I remember was camping in a parking lot outside a rundown inn. Through speakers, I heard Cookie being called and we went inside to meet the owner, a short, vicious man and his servants. We all went to the roof, where the sky was grey and cloudy and sat down on fancy, iron chairs with a table in front of us. We discussed a job he had for us and would pay us in lodging, but I don't think Cookie was interested.

Shortbread and I went to a new high school. We had different classes and lunch periods, and the people we got along with were different too. My first class was an art class, where I've met a girl and she invited me to eat lunch with her friends. I refused because I promised I'd eat with Shortbread. In art, my teacher was kind, and tried to inspire me. We sat in a stairwell even though she had a classroom and asked if I wanted to borrow a book from her. I declined since it was during lunch. When lunch came, I went looking for Shortbread and found her in an English class, writing an essay in the hallway. I talked to her a little before a boy came to me, asking for help. He has porcelain skin and auburn hair, and he led me to the english teacher's classroom during an ongoing class. Something told me he was strange, but I followed him. He led me through a door in the back of class which led to an empty classroom. With the teacher following behind, the boy closed the door behind us. I can't remember what he did, but I felt threatened and insulted. The teacher handed him a piece of cardstock, and told him to go to the office. The teacher told me he did this often, maybe unaware of his actions. Then I wentto find Shortbread. I met Shortbread at the end of the hallway, and we went for lunch in the park, where there was a picnic table. Later on at night, we were invited to a girl's house for dinner. We sat in their parking lot, double checking the address when a car pulled up in front of the house, blaring music and laughter. Out came a noisy group of her friends. We weren't the only ones she invited.

I came home in my first dream to find that the door to my house was left unlock and closed improperly. I went inside, discovering our furniture was all gone. Everything was gone except my plastic bag of wedding planning. I panicked and called my parent's cellphones but they didn't answer. I ran to Shortbread's house, texting her if I could stay there until my parents were back. As I was going there, I texted Wafer and Cookie in panic. I hugged Shortbread as soon as I saw her, and hugged her dad in thanks. My mom called and picked me up before going home. My dad laughed when I told him the house was robbed - he put everything in a storage compartment to make cleaning the house easier.

My dad dropped me at high school during a rainy day and I realized I was late for my first class. I fumbled with the class schedules in my hand, running up stairs until I reached the highest floor. My class was in the middle of the hallway and I was embarrassed to join them because I had the same teacher another year ago. Class soon ended and I followed them and chose a locker before going to my next class in a hotel room-like space. We sat on beds and I sat beside someone I've met before. His hair was dirty blond and down to his chin and he was tall compared to me. I sat beside him on the bed and his group of male friends. Everyone was watching the television to our right, but I felt his eyes on me. I bounced on the bed a little, flirtatiously and adjusted the way I sat. He leaned over and whispered, "I like you", but I rejected him - I had a boyfriend.

I went to a formal party with a girl and we walked around the banquet hall. It was lively inside and I was happy, but somewhere along the way, we met the same boy in my previous dream who had a crush on me. He had a bag of stuffed toys, one of which was a plump, little, round pig. We sat down and the girl and he talked while I squished and rolled the pig in my hands. My friend started crying because someone had eaten her little dog here. We all got up to leave, and find her dog. The boy left us for a bit and she and I ran in the underground parking lot. Beside one garbage can was a worker, and we asked him if he could check if the dog was in the garbage. It wasn't. We went to the surface and met the boy again. He had his bag of toys and told us that they were slowly disappearing and he needed to restock. We crossed a grassy, untamed field to a shed in the sunshine. He started grabbing more and I understood he was working for some carnival. After he had collected enough, he left me in the shed and I took one of each toy, stuffing it into my bag just as an obese woman trotted towards the shed. I closed the zipper and walked off, meeting my friends. At my locker, I fumbled with the lock, unable to remember the code, but my friend tried and opened it. Streams of coin fell from my locker, spilling on the ground. We gathered them up while the boy was confused. Knowing his boss, the obese lady, was watching, I told him firmly, "don't you remember? We played some games." He nodded in agreement.

My mother had three children - two sons and I, a daughter. We were very poor and lived on the streets. It was dark out and we took shelter at an abandoned apartment suite, on the top floor, without a roof. My older bother sat by the edge of the building, looking out to the streetlights as the sky masked the world in a dimming blue. He seemed troubled, but no one would ask what demons danced upon his thoughts. Our little brother sat in an empty bathtub with his friend, a girl with a bonnet covering her flattened pink locks. They were silent and slightly out of sight, but every now and then I'd hear giggles escape from the tub. Men in dark uniforms burst through the barely held door and went after my older brother. He struggled against their tight grip, and shouts erupted from his and my mother's pleading through chapped lips. I couldn't recall what they said, but my family had a British accent. As the men dragged my brother away, my mother followed, pleading continuously. My younger brother and his girlfriend, as I assumed, continued their giggles, unaware that our brother forcefully left.

I was part of a kingdom who was at war with another, and I viewed the world in a slanted bird's eye view. The kingdom I was a part of used baby blue to represent their kingdom, while the neighbouring kingdom used red. The land we shared had rolling hills of green grass and the sky always retained its bright blue hue. It never became night.

I was a prince in the blue kingdom with the ability to switch bodies with any subject I chose. My best friend was Tim Drake as Robin, in his red and black uniform, and black cape with yellow lining. I borrowed his body often to visit the red kingdom and see the princess. Sometimes he would visit the princess when I couldn't and send her messages of my affection. Of all our subjects, he had the fastest speed when covering ground, and used his acrobatic skill to dodge attacks from enemy subjects. In his body, I through the grassy fields, reaching the outermost point of the enemy's kingdom. There were ruins of protective walls scattered about in rings around the kingdom. As soon as I entered the first ring, I learned they had learned to build robots, using them as killer machines. The majority travelled in swarms, and I was able to destroy a few, but I soon felt the floor shake with heavy footprints. Scanning the horizon, I saw a gigantic, humanoid/bug-like machine racing towards me. It was black and red and both hands were machine guns. I dodged most of its attacked, but I took heavy damage until I died. Although Tim's body was lying in the grass, lifeless, I was still alive as a  ghost soul. I watched as the red king came out and ordered his army to stop. Stop everything. He walked a distance away from his kingdom, into a display of chairs and tables, and plates neatly spaced out. I soon realized it was where the reception of a wedding was to take place. The princess was by her father, weeping because her friend was killed. The king gave a speech to all his subjects who had gathered closely around him, including his robot subjects. They listened to the king talk aabout ending the war, because they had killed the princess' friend. I could not figure out if the wedding that was set up was for the princess and I, or for the princess and another prince. I also couldn't figure out if the princess cried because Tim had died or she might be marrying another prince.

I went to a formal party with one of my supervisors at work. I was her guest, and she let me wander around. It was held in a restaurant inside a store. Each table had white linens and the centrepieces were tall vases with long stemmed lollipops of different flavours. She said I could take some, so I  took a bunch - at least one from each table. She called me over when dinner was about to start, and I took my seat beside her and a little girl. I was embarrassed by the amount I'd taken so I held onto them under the table. The child grabbed them from me and I tugged as she pulled. I let go eventually, until I had one left.
After the party, I went with Shortbread to an abandoned... something. It was in ruins and had a stack of lockers. We put our things in one and explored the ruins. Chunks of the roof was missing and the floor had become grass. When we were leaving, zombies came out, separating the lockers from the exit. There were about thirty zombies, and they knew how to run. A girl ran past us and made it to the entrance. She looked back and cheered us on. Once we got everything, we ran into the field, dodging grasps and disease infested bodies. I thought about whether I'd forgottwn a lollipop inside the locker. I almost made it out, but I was too slow. One female zombie dashed out and grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt.

I can't remember my dream anymore, but what I do remember was having something fast paced and filled with adventure. I also had a feeling Minato from Naruto was there.