Dreaming in Digital: epic

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 8:52 PM

Shortbread and I were working on Project E.P.I.C at her house when we took a break to relax in her backyard. She slipped on her sand-coloured sneakers before stepping onto the wooden patio overlooking the green grass below. She took a seat on the steps, while I got my smartphone. I asked her what the password was to her wireless, but she didn't know. Her dad (Shortbread and I are unrelated; my uncle was her dad in this dream) overheard us and gave it to me. He also told me to wait because I shouldn't go outside without shoes. He came back with pointed toe red heels and I can't remember what happened here very well- something about wearing one of the shoes in a special way. After he put these shoes on my feet, I was free to join Shortbread. I explained about the shoes when she asked, and she responded that one of my legs must not be even. I wondered how they would figure that out when I looked down at my feet and saw my left foot was slightly pinker, as if more blood flowed into it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

0 comments Posted by Isica at 11:33 AM

I was in an mmorpg with another girl and two guys. I don't remember a lot of the dream, but one of the guys was blond and sweet, but also had a patch of dark personality. I thought he was cute. The game had options to change my character's armor appearance, as all characters did. These armors were free and already in inventory, but you could still purchase expensive armors from the cash shop. My character look very much like Isica, and possibly was her from the MLR world. The guys and girls had the same outfit styles, but differed when worn so girl clothes would be feminine. I changed my clothes one day and met up with my group to socialize. The platinum blond boy noticed me and gave me a hug for the first time. The armor revealed more skin than my old one, and was more feminine in cut. He asked which armor I wore, and I told him, but he said it was the same one he was wearing and it would've been a tanktop instead of the sleeveless shirt I wore. I looked into my inventory and saw most of my clothes were tanktops. Another day came and I changed my outfit again. This time, I ran only into him and he took my head in his hands and kissed me until my heart fluttered violently in my chest. When he let go, he confessed he'd been wanting to do that and asked which outfit was this one. His reply in turn to mine was it was suppose to have a tanktop for the upper armor. Behind him, a girl cleared her throat for attention and I realized he wasn't alone. Three girls in fluffy armor dresses sat on bleachers, and he retook his seat between two of the girls, asking me to join. I sat next to the last girl beside him. They seemed to not like me, possibly because one of them had a crush on him. On another occasion I logged in, it was my birthday. I was happy to escape the real world and their expectations for birthdays, but this log in didn't go well, as huge monsters came after me. My clothes this time were poofy and clean- it was a poofy dress.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

0 comments Posted by Isica at 11:07 AM

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.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

0 comments Posted by Isica at 3:02 PM

I was at home and my mom was looking at a short movie I made a long time ago on her computer. It was E.P.I.C related and followed Axel and Isica mostly. The part I remember most was Axel jumping off the top of a tall building and Isica reluctantly following him down, though she was terrified of heights and falling. They had parachutes, which Isica opened and landed softly, and Axel unbuckling his before hitting the ground on his feet. They went to an elven village, which was intricately decorated. Here, the graphics came straight from the game Lineage II (though the village doesn't exist in the real game). It was a dark elven village, though they lived in a well lit society, surrounded by tall, green grass. The elves were richly dressed too, and as we watched, the loading screen came on to indicate it was truly from a game.

My second dream involved my boyfriend and his university friends. We were in someone's house and I was looking a few pictures on the wall before making my way into the room Cookie was in. He was in a meeting with his friends, and when they walked out, I watched Peach and Plum head to the front door and put their shoes on. The foyer was crowded with the guests of his cousins. I said something indicating I wanted a hug from Cookie's friends and the whole room went quiet. The two girls gave me a hug and everyone left. I returned to the room Cookie was in, and he, Mango and another guy were painting on a long, large sheet of paper. They invited me to paint along since I took art in university, so I drew something with a terribly shaped paintbrush, which now had a fish tail, and dipped it in black paint. I drew something that looked like Alucard in Hellsing, except he smoked a cigarette and had a long braid. As I painted more, he ended up looking like a character Rumiko Takahashi (the mangaka for Ranma 1/2 and Inuyasha) would draw. I kept painting until the profile view vampire hunter became a 3/4th view, large head.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

0 comments Posted by Isica at 10:44 AM

I had a wonderful dream. At first, I was at a home of a family who lost a daughter in a flight. She was an adult, or almost one. Even with their loss, the family decided to go on vacation to forget their pain. They went to Mexico, and upon arrival, they went to a restaurant. Some of my family and friends were there. Since our group was huge, we were divided into three tables, my table being the people my age. I ordered nachos, but I ate with a fork. Our server was an old lady with grey hair. As she was clearing our plates, she asked us whose cooking did we enjoy the most. We pointed to an empty plate beside us and she said, "Oh, Nenna. There's her name under the plate." Sure enough, a slip of paper was there with "Neie T." printed on it. My table got up to leave, but I asked for the washroom. My cousin's girlfriend pointed straight outside the door. I walked into the sun and to the next building. The washrooms were divided by male and female and were only a single room for each. Since the woman's room was occupied I only needed to wash my hands, I went into the men's room, propping the door open to show it was still free. A short boy lined up behind my door as I was soaping my hands; I forfeit the washroom with soapy hands waiting for the woman's room to open. When it did, Wafer was inside. I quickly rinsed my hands and together we joined our small group waiting for us under the Mexican sun.

This is where things got a little funky. I noticed a guy in a group with tanned skin and white blond hair. I studied him and he gave me a smile, but in any case, I thought he was adorable and attractive. Our group was much smaller now- about six members. Wafer and her boyfriend, this smiley dude and I, and two others, one of which could be Shortbread. The tanned dude was Axel Krom of Shortbread's and my Project E.P.I.C, but during this dream, it never occurred to me. He knew this land and where to go, but he told us there was somewhere he needed to visit first. By foot, we walked through patches of dirt, where the hot sun dried up the grassy vegetation. There were a few shops set up like stalls, but they were on the main road, as we walked on the hills. We arrived at a row of six or so headstones and Axel knelt down in front of the third or fourth, saying a prayer while holding a small hand full of red pony beads. I was intrigued watching him before the slab of stone. I couldn't read the text on it either- it wasn't in our alphabet, nor looked anything similar. When he finished, he threw the beads on the stone and we walked a distance to another row of six headstones. He repeated this ritual again, and at the last row of headstones we went to (a total of three rows). I had a book with me, and with each headstone and hand full of beads, I picked up a bead and hid it inside my book. Axel caught me on the third headstone, giving me a playful hug from behind and saying they were for his family. Now without plans on where to head next, I turned to Wafer and asked if she wanted to go find some anime merchandise, but Wafer said "no" as she shook her head. We continued walking, drifting where the road would take us.

Despite being a long walk, it was marvelous, though I think it was the rush of hormones and the feeling of a crush that made it fun. Somewhere along the time we walked, I was as certain as Axel was that we fancied each other. I wore a Pandora bracelet that (by boyfriend in reality, though in the dream I was single) gave me and I feared it would be stolen once we reached a place densely populated. I took it off to hide in my canvas, red bag, but Axel grabbed it and ran ahead, laughing. I chased after him, begging him to give it back, and after a short distance, I said I'd trade him a kiss for it. He agreed and through that kiss, I had two thoughts: 1) Maybe I should have saved our first kiss for something romantic like night time, and 2) an article I read about the swap of pheromones through kissing and how a person could tell who is attractively compatible like this- and he was my type. He gave my bracelet back and we caught up with the rest of our group who left us behind due to our public display of affection.

Around night fall, we came to a show or festival with an Arabian theme to it. I noticed we were now surrounded by sand, rather than the dried dirt and sparse grass. The show area was interesting. It was rectangular and large in shape with a roof held up by many, thick columns. The centre of the rectangle was dug out deeply so there was a ridge above the bottom floor. The stage was downstairs and to one side of the dug out space, and in front of it were many chairs. The others wanted to sit close to the performance, which was possibly a mix of singing, musicians and dancing, but Axel and I stayed on the top layer, looking down towards the stage and beside one of the thick columns. There were blankets where we were. Axel laid down, putting his hands behind his head and I snuggled with him under a blanket as we listened to the stage. I asked him whether he thought it was strange we quickly fell into love and he replied no. He believed that there is a parallel planet to the one we're living on now, the same size and shape, as well as rotation and on the same orbit. He said he believed there are the same people as us on that other planet who fell in love as well, and it was their destiny as much as ours. I believed every word of it.

Friday, September 23, 2011

0 comments Posted by Isica at 10:25 AM

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.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

0 comments Posted by Isica at 7:27 PM

I had this dream when I was taking a nap. I woke up from my sleep to find that there was my landlord knocking at my door and calling my name. I pretended to wake up just as she opened it, as I was afraid of what to do. There were two policemen that followed her in, while she set me down a nice, big bowl of hot soup on my night stand and left. I got up and sat at my desk. There was a policeman looking at my E.P.I.C research papers. I started to talk, asking if I could put in my input since I had weapon information written in it. I was afraid that he'd arrest me for.. something about containing weapon information. He gave me permission and I told him that purpose of the duotang of papers. When I finished speaking, I realized my wrists were slit and bleeding. I started to panic and cry, but he said he'd get bandages for me. He got back and applied them on; I was afraid to move, in case I would feel the pain. The scene changed to Cookie, who was under the same authority treatment. These cops had search warrants. I had my wrists lit from carrying a large, sharp, metal sheet home this day.

Monday, February 2, 2009

0 comments Posted by Isica at 1:19 AM

I took my baby out for a walk on a grey coloured day, through old, soon to fall apart, apartment buildings. He sat in a stroller as we went onto an elevator of an apartment. The elevator doors were no longer there so we could see the floors rise above us and the floors below come to reach our level. There was this stranger.. and something about him wasn't right. I don't remember well, but I was afraid and we saw the stranger eye us as we passed him standing on his floor. We reached the ground floor finally, and I took my baby around the small area of greying buildings. I don't remember what happened in between, but I took my baby to the foyer of an apartment building. What I remember next is being away from the foyer and realizing that I had left the stroller and my baby somewhere. I raced back to the foyer, but he wasn't there. I ran around the area screaming "Friedger!" but I couldn't find him. I ran into this black man who told me not to kick a pipe on the floor, but I did while running. I chased after it and returned it to its position because the guy warned me about the policemen who wouldn't be pleased about the pipe moving. I don't remember what happened after, but somehow I met with the superintenant of the foyer who returned Friedger to me. I went home to my husband who wasn't Axel or Axel of E.P.I.C or had any features of both Axels at all. I told him that I lost Friedger but the superintenant returned him. I don't remember his reaction. We were in the kitchen, and it looked much like Arika's living room/kitchen. Axel's mom, however, appeared. She was showing me a wedding ceremony in a cultural magazine and was giving me suggestions about our wedding. The picture involved a woman in bright clothing kneeling in front of a man who knelt behind her. He was placing something on her, and I was reminded of being told of a wedding where the bride's hair was cut as part of the ceremony.

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