Dreaming in Digital

20210928 With a cocktail in hand, I was at a party with Bobby Pin, from Heels. He was dressed in a white suit with a black, collared shirt underneath. It was late Spring, and the sun was high in the sky. We'd just met and I spent most of the party talking to him. A part of our conversation became about getting swindled by someone we both knew. Excitedly, he told me about [something relating to the same guy]. I joked that we should break into his office to get back our money, and he thought it was an excellent idea.

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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.

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Three dreams.

1. Cookie and I were in the living room of my old apartment at 9L. With us were three mothers with their children ages 3-5, running wildly and loudly about. Out of the hallway, Mango was sleep deprived and drunk. He held a box cutter in alert, ready to swipe at anyone. The children began screaming. Cookie cautiously approached, but Mango knew he would try to take the blade and slashed at his hands. I looked at our golden-haired friend and noticed how dark his skin was under his eyes. I jumped from my seat, and being coy and cute, I tried to coax him into giving it to me, but he slashed my hands and I stumbled back as my blood pooled in my hands.

2. Cookie and I were going on a vacation with my family. In a spacious version of the 9L living room, we were packing our suitcases, and my mother was trying to pick out which suitcases Cookie and I should use. We were given huge, red ones, but I wanted to pack light.

Sometime later, Cookie and I were strolling around a mall. A few mini faeries caught my attention, and we stopped to have a look. Among other little trinkets, they were placed on a table. The store owner, an old, sweet lady, talked to us about our interest. Cookie held the conversation, and I my mind quickly drifted away, finding myself in a room with endless sky and no ground beneath. I held on to many coloured chains made of words and letters that formed the shape of a balloon. I held on, climbing down until I was beneath it and seeing where all the chains ended. I pulled and twisted them so they wouldn't be uneven, and I was brought back to the mall. The old lady had gathered a few 'volunteers', Cookie and I among them. The lady told us we were going to visit somewhere no one knows about, and I found myself back in the sky. The lady noticed something different about the chain balloon - someone had tampered with it, and I came clean. I don't remember what happens, but when we came back, I told the shop owner we'd have a look around before we purchase the faeries.

3. I was in some kind of danger, but I didn't know from what. I wasn't afraid. John Reese (from the television show, Person of Interest) escorted me to a grimy, rundown corner house that became a store in a dirty part of the city. There were few windows, and the lighting was dim. He patted my shoulder and said he'd be back. In the little window by the door, I watched him exit and lean against a lamp post across the street. A shady man with a small package approached him. They exchanged a few words before a fight and many more men joined. When the fight was over, he pried the box from the first man's hands, and came back to the shop. Watching all that happen, I wanted to be a policeman.

Next, I was in university again. On a tropical island, I stood on one of the floating docks. I'd chosen an elective which was taken by those studying law enforcement - some kind of police drills. Unfortunately, the class' time collided with another - a dance class of some kind. I looked at my classmates. Of everyone, I only recognized Flan. Someone was whispering my name. At first, I ignored it, thinking I'd misheard, but when it was clear, I turned to see my best university friend, Cupcake, waving at me. Having a closer look at her classmates, they were everyone else I took my art courses with. I figured us art students we divided either into law enforcement drills or dance classes.

After the sun had set, we were still in the water. I lost my balance and fell into the deep, dark teal water. I quickly got the hang of floating and swimming, and soon I was floating and watching the star-filled sky on my back.

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 was a hunter in Supernatural, and so were many of my friends. I was given the task of watching a little girl who was possessed by evil and weaken her. Her blond, wavy hair and cute, frilly dress lined with lace didn't fool me to the evil that possessed her. With a rope tied around her arms and torso, we went for a walk, she leading me places. Wherever she went, I looked for things to torture her with. One was by nearly drowning her in a fountain, another was dragging her through mud. I was heartless as I did this - I was guiltless. Often, Cookie would run into us when he could, but he was working on another case. The girl led me to an open restaurant under a mountain, strings of light met us from seats and tables decorated with them. The child began thrashing and clawing furiously when she saw and became nearer to a brunette woman with a bob. I pulled her away and dragged her out of the restaurant before the woman saw us. I had a feeling she was her mother. We ran into Cookie again and I followed him back to headquarters, and into the men's washroom. He warned me where we were, but I didn't care, and neither did our old high school friend, Kiru, who tapped my shoulder and asked me to watch the stall his mom was in. I gave him the girl's leash until she was done. 

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.

I went to visit Axel's friend, Rauden. This happened for two scenes of the same scenario. In the first scene, I visited him and after a while of talking, Axel's aunt was there and they were dealing with something. To make sure I wasn't left in the dark, she showed me a huge poster on the wall that Rauden bought on the Internet. It was a print of a listening CD cover that was a tan colour and signed. She flipped it back and front to show me the damage that I wasnt clear on until I noticed wet patches on it. She replaced the heavy, clear, thick cover plastic on it. They were talking about how he bought the wrong liquid preservant and used it on the item. When she left, we both laid down and I cradled his head. After a while, I closed my eyes for a bit to rest them. Rauden thought I fell asleep. He moved his head closer to my own and when I felt his lips close to mine, I moved pretending to wake up; he stopped. I felt embarrassed, I wondered what it would've been like to kiss him.

In the other version, I visited and a while passed, but nothing happened.

I don't remember much of my dream but one part. I was in a van that my cousin David was driving. Beside him was another male cousin of mine. We were on a sort of family trip except tory we were just having fun. I was sitting in the back seat with Paulie, Ada and another Oisin who doesn't live in our country. We stopped at a dock, trying to get to a ferry for the van. We couldn't see how to get on the ferry but we were trying here. My cousin started driving into the water slowly and I was freaking out along with my cousins. He stopped a little into the water because he wasn't sure how far in to go. While driving, I said, "I don't know how to swim Kuya!" We felt the van rock and everyone in the front scrambled to the back. It felt like we were on a cliff. We all got out to see if that was where we were suppose to be. I was the last to get out do I saw a silver film camera and I took it with me. It belonged to my cousin not from the country. We looked at the front of the van to see we were about to drive down a few flights of stairs.