Dreaming in Digital: 2020

Friday, December 4, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 4:20 PM

20201204

In a dated period of Japan, I was in the shoes of a young Japanese woman in an everyday kimono; my chestnut hair was long and braided down my back. I was delivering a sword I'd made to a man during the festival. Wandering into an old, wooden shop. I asked a lady in a lavished kimono, who stood behind a booth desk, if she'd seen Mr. Sayaka...? Sakaya? (I struggled with his name in the dream). She hadn't, and so I wandered further into the wooden structure which resembled a mall. I took the stairs down to see a troll. Charging towards it, I realized Sayado-san was curled into a ball beneath it, protecting a little boy. I kicked it. I pulled out the sword, getting his attention and giving them time to run. The troll picked me up and flung me into the air.

(I woke up because of my alarm)
Awaking somewhere else outside the mall, I ran into the same entrance I took before and down the stairs to find the troll being prodded by young men with sticks. I looked around for Sayamo-san, who was nowhere to be found. The sword was missing as well. As it swiped at the boys, I jumped in, punching it on the side of it's face. Landing, I led it away from the cowering boys, and up another set of stairs, towards a sitting area with books shelved across the walls. The troll swiped me in there, and soon I noticed Sakayo-san had his arms around me with the sword by his side. He had greying hair, probably twenty years older than I was, but his face was still quite young.

I can't remember who saved us, but it was someone from the [King of Fighters] (not Iori, Kyo, or K'). They smacked the troll around and then led the troll away from us. Samako-san pulled me to my feet, and as my legs couldn't stay steady, he held me in a hug. I felt my chest swell and my cheeks flush as he kissed me. When I could stand on my own, he left with the sword.

(Another part after waking)
I walked along a dock to see two familiar faces with their toddler, sitting at a picnic bench and relaxing from the festivities.

(Woke up again)
I was running along a wall, away from something. Along the way, I waved to a boy. "Hi Kusanagi," I yelled as I ran past him.

Thursday, December 3, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 4:15 PM

20201203

Cookie and I travelled to a hotel resort for Mango's and Papaya's wedding. I was helping their wedding set up until I realized the time was 3:30pm. I found Cookie and we rushed back to our room to get ready.

On the way, I saw Papaya already in her white dress and I hid to avoid her. I wore my black summer dress because my formal attire would take me a while to get ready.

Saturday, November 28, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 4:13 PM

20201128

In my kitchen, I poured some milk in a dark blue mug and drank. As I finished the milk, I felt something smooth and solid slip into my mouth. Immediately, I stopped drinking, and as I abruptly pulled the mug from my lips, I heard something rattle in it. It was shards of glass. My mug was broken. I spat out the glass carefully, and dumped the cup's contents into the garbage.

Monday, October 12, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 10:01 AM

20201012

I was in a gymnasium, and I'd just returned from an adventure. Everyone around me were in my class. Even after I'd returned from being away so long, no one cared I'd disappeared.

In the gym, black, folding chairs were arranged in rows of ten. Most of the seats were taken so I sat in the back. My crush sat third row from the front, and on the far left - he and his best friend with red hair. Beside me was an empty seat. It belonged to a girl I was jealous of because she also liked my crush. She was skinny with long, dark hair and dark skin. She wore mini skirts and denim shirts.

It was party time in class, and there were two students in the front making flavoured iced teas for everyone. I tried two flavours; I wanted to try one more. Getting out of my seat, I got in line. Behind the girl. I didn't want to hate her, but I did. So I asked if she tried the flavour I wanted. She said yes. She's tried all and wanted them to make a new drink.

As the line advanced, my crush and his friend were beckoning me from their seat. I left my spot and when I was in front of them, they pulled me down to sit between them. There wasn't an extra chair there, but somehow they squashed me between them. I noted that my crush was wearing the same pants as me. As I pointed this out, I stuck my legs out in front to show the my red, corduroy pants. He stuck his legs out too, then his friend followed suit. I couldn't decide if I wanted to take a picture of this happy moment or not.

The boys wanted information on the girl because, as it turns out, his friend had a crush on her.

Saturday, October 10, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 3:29 PM

20201010

At home, Cookie needed help with work so he brought in two technicians. I don't remember the first one well. The first technician was tall and in his late 20s.

The second tech came in after the first left. He was young, in his high school or middle school years. I could tell he had a major crush on me. Instead of work, we'd play [Pokémon GO] together.

We lived in a large house, like a step down from a mansion. There was a time when Cookie brought out rollerblades and I tried but I could only stand in them.

When work was done and it was time to go to dinner, I was getting ready. I knew younger was going through my laptop and stuff as I showered. I left the door open too. After he saw me, he told me to close my eyes and trust him. He blew out a breath. I wore a long, red dress and hat with gloves.

Friday, October 9, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 1:43 PM

20201009 nap

Cookie and I lived in a house with a large backyard. It was still a townhouse. We knew our weekend employer was visiting, so I was inside cleaning. It was cloudy outside and raining on and off, but the neighbours were having a little party outside on the front lawn.

I had the backyard doors open and Cookie was home with me. We saw our boss pass by the backyard door and we went to say hi. He was working on a project on our property. He commented on all the junk and papers I had strewed across our living room floor, and I told him I was cleaning up.

.-.-.-.

I was at my home, but it didn't look the same. It was a much larger, detached house. Cookie was moving things with someone, but eventually I noticed as time passed that family members which I have seen in years were appearing. Cousins and aunts and uncles had plates of food in their hands. Most of them ignored my presence, (after greetings, this was kind of normal in my family gatherings) even without saying hello. They were interested in getting food, and finding a place to sit in our furnished house. I spoke to one of my cousins, who at the last time I've seen had two children, in awkward formality.

As I went through my home, I noted there were definitely more than ten people in the house -- about twenty.¹ I found my mother and expressed my concern about how this was a health violation and we can be harshly fined if caught, but she brushed my words away.

.-.-.-.

I was outdoors in the city, which I had an inkling was in Hamilton, Ontario. I sat in a paved, pedestrian location, looking at (what I imagine, since I've never been in this area) [Tea Hut's] storefront selling bubble tea. Turning to my sister, I told her I wanted bubble tea, but she said 'no'.

"But we get it every Saturday!" I frowned. I really wanted my taro soy milk with tapioca, since I can't have regular milk.

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¹ Right now, because of the Coronavirus 19 Pandemic, on Ontario, Canada's second-wave, our premier stated are restricted to spending Thanksgiving with our immediate families/up to ten individuals.

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 12:03 PM

20201005 nap

I was sent to live in a foreign country in Asia, in a large, three story house with four cute and handsome Korean young men from different families. The eldest dressed clean cut with a white collared shirt and suit vest, and when needed, he could be serious in a snap. The two youngest were very playful, dressed with a stylish fashion reminiscent of school uniforms. They were very close to each other; they were best friends. The middle one was dressed casually in loose olive shorts and an orange hoodie with shoulder length hair held back by sunglasses. He was carefree and laid back, but he was down-to-earth.

The middle one took my suitcase and led me to a room they prepared for me. It was very large in he shape of a triangle, with the largest side being about 20-ft. In one corner of the room, there was a bath tub, and one wall was all windows. He was sweet and shy, and treated me with gentleness. He told me to call him if he ever needed help.

The next morning, I exited my room to the common area, where three of the boys had cleared out the furniture and were rolling the walls with paint. One of the youngest asked me if I wanted to help him paint the staircase wall, and of course, I said yes. As we rolled, I asked him where his friend was. Behind me, the eldest overheard. He stopped and said, "Oi, your boyfriend's missing."

"Is he trying to skip duties?" Asked the middle one.

The youngest put down his roller. "He went to find [something]. I'll find him!"

"It's about time for a break anyway." The eldest followed suit, wiping his hands on a rag before leaving the room.

The middle one and I were alone. He asked me to come follow him, to show me something, and we climbed the stairs until we reached the roof. The view was beautiful. The horizon was a gradient of pink to sky blue with sparse, bluish-purple clouds. It was a warm, sunny day. By the door was a hammock which he lazily flopped on as I laid down on a lawn chair beside him. We laid there in silence, enjoying the weather and sounds of suburban life. Even though I couldn't see his eyes because of his sunglasses, I could tell he was watching me. He had a smile in his face.

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 6:30 AM

20201006

My parents owned a little business or shop with a living area on the same floor. Sometimes my sister and I would help out at the front with customers.

Honeycrisp had come back from his trip to the Yukon, and on his trip, he realized he was in love with me. He called me before coming to the shop. I dressed up in a short, black, a-lined skirt and a small, white, long sleeved sweater. He showed up neatly dressed, in a casual suit. He was different. His movement flowed like water. He was confident. I was nervous to see him again. My heart fluttered lightly. He greeted me sweetly and warmly.

My sister's boyfriend also stopped by. He was a business student with dark features and a beard. He spoke confidently, wore a suit, but he made me uneasy, like a salesman trying to sell junk persistently. He followed my parents to their office, which was full of records, and important information.

My parents were playing a game. They were looking for a number in their files. I don't know what the number was for. I saw Honeycrisp follow boyfriend into the office. From the hallway, I overheard him make arguments that I recognized from Tangerine Banking, about identify safety. I went in to see what was going on.

I pulled him into the hallway. He was frantic when we spoke to me. "I gotta go in there. He's after something. Do you know what your parents are sifting through? That he could see? Bank statements, card numbers, SIN numbers... He's looking for something. You have to get him out of there."

I thought carefully. My parents were acting quite gullably, more than usual. I told my sister what he said, repeating her boyfriend had to leave the office.

Monday, October 5, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 7:00 AM

20201005

I was on a small cruise ship with at least two other female friends and Cookie. I don't remember much of the dream except three events.

We'd docked and the sun was setting. I left the ship to explore and came across some grassy hills with dusty paths across it and into its valleys. There were people playing there, and I wanted to see what they were playing. As they were running and climbing the slopes, the sun began fading and fog drew up from the ground. The only lights around us were from our cellphones and the moon. It was very eerie, like being in a horror film. I took my phone out to help find a way back up the hill, but the battery was running out.

We stood at the ship's rails, looking down at a view like Niagara Falls. Some of the ship's guests and our adventurous friends went down closer, maybe to put their feet in or swim. I sat on the floor by a young woman in her bathing suit. She started talking to us. In her hand was an emerald-coloured drink, and when I inquired about it, she said it's called the "Cat's Call". I got up, because I wanted one.

It was sweet, alcoholic and fruity, I was sure there was peach schnapps in its recipe. I took it to Cookie who said it was tasty. So I gave it to him. He asked what it was, and I replied, "Pussy's Call".

I was told of a story of finding a young woman sleeping on a platform attached to the ship and was floating just above water level. The ship was sinking, but she was fast asleep. One of the crew members was trying to wake her, but when she wouldn't, he slung her over his shoulder and carried her away.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 9:30 AM

20200920

I can barely remember this dream, but I was with Thor, a girl, and a boy. I was on a mission.

I was in the lingerie section of a department store, asking questions to a sales lady as a distraction.

I had to find a hidden room.

I found a tunnel.

Saturday, May 30, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 1:46 PM

20200530

I was with a group of kids who all seemed to be family. There was a daughter and two boys. The world had also been savagely torn apart by the effects of a virus that never completely wore out. This girl, with dark pigtailed braids, and her family had fallen to hard times, falling into poverty. I followed them underground, to the PATH to scavenge for supplies and goods that could be sold for a handful of gold. We split from her brothers, and the boys took a different route to scavenge. When we met up, we had conversations about whether the items we found were valuable.

We went back to their apartment with the goods we found, the interior looking very much like my home in 9L. There was one more bedroom, as the boys each had their own room to sleep in. The drywall was shattered in some places, and the rooms and hallways were cluttered - the walls stacked with various items I couldn't make out. On certain hours, the floor would flood and our feet would be underwater.

The next day, the eldest son, who reminded me of Dick Grayson, came back ill - he possibly caught it while at work, working a exhausting labour job. The middle son, who shared a room with him, had to sleep with their younger brother, and the girl slept with their parents. I watched their mother weep as if her son was absolutely going to die (the virus has a 10% survivability chance). She couldn't touch him, or go near him, so she cried outside his bedroom. Her second eldest and daughter pried her from the floor when she was out of tears and we laid her down in the living room to recover.

When their mother was fast asleep, the four of us went out to scavenge again. This time, we searched at ground level, in Brookfield Place, with its tall, iconic indoor arches that reached to the sky. We spotted a group of uniformed men inspecting housing (that had been converted from a lavished restaurant) for stolen and scavenged goods to tax, to keep or confiscate them. The girl looked very worried. I watched the men violently pull people out of their doors, many of them screaming and crying as basic appliances and goods were taken from them.

"We've amassed so many goods. My parents don't have very much left," the girl thought out loud. "We need a reason for them not to come back ever again. Something like... Oh!"

We raced back home as quickly as we could to find another group of uniformed men a couple of doors away. Quickly, we gathered all the things they scavenged and threw it into the rooms the two boys slept in. Her youngest brother ran into Dick's room, grabbing a couple of his contaminated things, like bandages and clothing.

Accompanied by their parents, the men were led into Dick's room. As soon as they were all inside, their parents were dragged out by their daughter and middle son, and the youngest threw the bandages and clothing inside. We locked the door sealed. We heard the men inside gasp and scream in frantic terror, while their parents began coughing in discomfort.

Monday, May 18, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 9:26 AM

I was part of a teenage girl's wedding, and I didn't know the couple. We were practising the ceremony in a community centre. She handed me a kitten, who constantly mewed. The bride asked me to be careful of her front right paw, as she'd hurt it. The kitten was her flower girl, and I wondered if it would be carried down the aisle. I snuggled the kitten, rubbing my face in its fuzz, and I wondered if it was hypoallergenic. I am allergic to cats.

Thursday, April 16, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 12:00 PM

At first, I watched my partners stalk around a location, on a mission to find a certain man. I don't remember what happened, but they were successful.

Then it was my turn. My partner was a man named Josh. He was tall, in his mid-20s with dark hair. With us was a younger woman with white-blonde, straw-like hair that reached her shoulders. She was the daughter of our villain - the witness to his crimes.

In the second mission, we had guns and infiltrated a Chinese restaurant. I covered their backs, while Josh moved in front, leading us to a meeting room where the daughter could work her "magic". She sat down, whispering, "what word should I use that means 'destroy'?"¹ Behind her were other Chinese men and women speaking amongst each other.

"What about 'eliminate'?"² I suggested.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Josh asked. With my head, I motioned to a corner of the room and we both got up to speak privately. When we were alone, a grim look came about his face. "I'm sorry," he said, pointing his gun to his stomach and pulling the trigger.³

I screamed his name, running towards him, confused at his actions but ready to catch him before he hit the ground. Everything slowed down involuntarily as I dove towards him, like a spell of slowness was cast. A bright light enveloped the room and I watched Josh fade out of consciousness and into the bright light.

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¹: words had effects. The enemy had blacklisted the word, "destroy" so it wouldn't do a thing when said.

²: this world was much like in Lexicon by Max Barry. Words did what you said. We needed to blow up a meeting room, and so the daughter was going to write "destroy" on the wall then speak it for the action to happen.

³: ideas of why Josh shot himself raced in my mind has he was going down. He either knew the word wouldn't affect him if he was hurt, or the pain would be too much for him to focus and hear the word.

Sunday, February 2, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 10:50 AM

I had a few dreams, but I only remember three.

In the first, I was visiting his family with Cookie. I knew something was wrong with my memory, and the more I fought it, the more it failed me. I tried to remember names to faces, but I couldn't do it properly. The last person I tried to identify was Blsckberry's and Cherry's mother, who appeared as a tall, leggy blonde woman. When she asked what her name was, I forced my mind to formulate her name. "Aunty Nancy," I said, immedately regretting and knowing it was wrong.

In the second, Blackberry and Raspberry were getting married. It was a garden wedding at night, and unfortunately was not illuminated enough, as the only lights around the fifty-to-a-hundred seated guests were the altar stage and the projected screen. The projection was short video clips from Blackberry's and Raspberry's life, but puzzlingly pieces of Blackberry's humourous clips on YouTube. Astonishingly, there were several Spiderman clips with very crude humour. When I looked at the altar, the couple no longer stood there, and I assumed they went somewhere private to do the ceremony. I turned to the Asian girl I had taken a seat beside and asked her a question.

The third dream was related to the wedding. As I stood from my seat, I was immediately pushed to sit back down. The man sitting behind me on my aisle seat spoke to me and the girl seated in front. This man was skinny, blond and grungy - he stood out from the sea of wedding attire. I didn't understand what the man said, but I knew if I didn't cooperate with his wishes, something terrible would happen. The woman in front of me stood up and took my arm. She had short red hair and looked very much like Scarlet Johanson. We walked briskly to the drug store nearby where she grabbed a few random things off the shelves and cradled them in her other arm.

Turning to me, she asked in an annoyed tone, "well? Aren't you going to take something?"

I spotted a bottle of nailpolish in bright purple. I squeezed it in my palm, debating whether I was suppose to pocket it and run, or pay for it. Following Scarlet to the register counter, she plopped her stash on the counter and I placed my bottle beside them.

We walked back to the garden, making a turn into an abandonned building and into a room. It was tiny with two dividers for toilets in the corner. I walked into one to find an oversized toilet and fresh urine dabbing the seat. The other's toilet was in the dark. Sitting on a love couch in the middle of this tiny room was a dirty blond man, ripped from his arms to his legs and a six pack of defined abs. He was deep into his thoughts, smoking a rolled joint.

The skinny man from earlier came in... And I can't remember the rest except Scarlet's face had been serious and focused the whole time.

Friday, January 3, 2020

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 8:31 AM

One evening, I was in Toronto, wandering the PATH below numerous buildings that stretched towards the sky. Checking my wristwatch, it was almost nine, and I decided, since I was in the area, I should gather my courage and visit my old friends and workplace, as they are [in real life] closing their doors very soon. Self-conscious that I haven't showered before visiting, I pressed on, knowing time is limited and I will never see these people, that I loved, ever again.

I stumbled to the front entrance, where two of my old supervisors saw me. They were beautiful, and always have been. Grannysmith's hair had grown incredibly long, and she'd dyed streaks of red into it. The other had become leaner, and she stood taller, her red hair still shiny in the dim light. They came out to greet me in hugs. I've told them I came because I've heard they'd be gone soon.

One of the ladies that, when I worked there, worked mornings in the deli department was now a grocery clerk, closing this night. She was the mother one of a supervisor I use to have. Lifting a box, she asked if I could help, as the other two couldn't leave their post. I agreed, always happy to be of some use. Picking up box, I followed her to the other side of the store. The tiles weren't grey anymore, but cream with the same spotted pattern as on quail eggs. The store's brand colour of a vivid green was now a dark brown. Before entering a doorway to a room in the back, I noticed Honeycrisp in an aisle by bags of rice. I wiggled my fingers in a "hello" and he nodded in response. The walls in this small room were cream and dingy.

When we set the boxes down, I turned around to find Honeycrisp behind me. "Look," he said, lifting his shirt a little around his waist, revealing the skin of his belly.

"I have jellies too!" Without much thought, I pulled up my ugly, white t-shirt in comparison, then cringed, embarrassed at my muffin top.

"No, I meant the scar."

He pointed to a surgical scar about an inch long, a little ways below and left of his belly button. I stared with wide-eyed fascination [I love scars].

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