Dreaming in Digital

20231002 I was a vigilante at night. With my grappling hook, I would swing from building to building.

20230620 Somewhere in the countryside with a small group of strangers, Cookie's sister's family, and Spritz, we were led into a cave that went underground. There were zombies around that periodically came out of the many cavern paths, and we lost many of our group to them.

20230606 I don't remember my first dream anymore, but I remember my second one better. I was with four other boys, and we were probably superheroes - guardians of the world. Our headquarters were in the sky just above the clouds, in a building that was massive and elliptical in shape (it resembled Tipoca City on Kamino in Star Wars). On the news we heard the world below was suffering a pandemic - a virus - and we were scared. Not long after, we received a mission to go down and watch a little boy. A partner (or two) and I went down, to a little warehouse. When we met the boy, he told us his mother was looking after an elderly man in the room adjacent to us. In our current room, there were many cathode ray tube (CRT) television screens stacked from floor to ceiling. Each one displayed SMPTE colour bars. When I asked the boy if his mother needed help, he said she said she didn't. She worked taking care of the elderly.

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.

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 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.

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 went into an abandoned building where someone used to lived. There was debris everywhere and it was torn down in some places. I went in with Cookie and a few classmates. Then we left because we had class. Cookie and I were in the same class and so was Maka and Black Star from Soul Eater. When recess came by, we went back to the building and I needed to change my clothes, so I told them I went in to change. Cookie's sister came and I dressed up quickly. We all went inside the the abandoned building and wandered around. It was time for class again so when I went inside, Cookie took a seat on a different table then my friends, Maka and Black Star. I noticed their square table was getting filled and I had to choose if I wanted to sit with them soon, or sit with Cookie.

I was with Wafer and Shortbread outside a huge mall in their large parking lot. We talked and laughed on this cloudy day, where the grass was brown and crisp, and the air was cold. We ran into some of our high school guy friends, mainly Biscotti, Amaretti and another. I don't remember what else we did but when we were approaching the mall entrance, there was a concrete ledge that emerged from a downward slope of grass and I grabbed onto it and scaled across with my hands until I reached the doors of the mall. I didn't realize I was about eighteen feet off the ground until one of the guys cheered, "go, go!". By then, I tried to pull myself on the ledge, but my biceps were weak and I dropped. I slid down the brick wall to my friends below, a cloud of dust trailing from my sneakers.

I had another short dream I was sorting and packaging boxes for children for Christmas. These boxes were for children in third world countries.

I was searching for jobs from a box of clippings I received and a man came to me talking about his job opening, offering it to me. At first I declined it, as I felt uncomfortable with someone trying to push their way into making my life, but when i returnedto the ad, he explained more. It was held at his house in the countryside with a lush garden and many priceless items on display, like a museum. I drove into his lot in the late afternoon and saw as he described, but with changes. Instead of the green garden, it was beginning to wither and brown. He led me to the backyard where many sat in tables, waiting for other guests to arrive to begin dinner. I was given a seat by the man and as we sat, the boss of the company walked atop a platform and greeted us all.

I was at an engagement party with Jensen Ackles, who acted as Dean Winchester in the television show Supernatural. we were in the sunlight of a park and the wedding photographer asked me to come to a grassy area with him. I followed him to a line he drew on the grass and he asked me to pose (though I don't remember all that I did). Next he asked Ackles for pictures and I followed to their photo session. The photographer was asking him to go to one side of the line and do a somersault to the son of "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas. I watched with interest that I didn't Realized the world around us changed (and I was no longer part of the dream, but a spectator). The world around them was a windy desert with a lavender sky. Dressed in a thin, dirty, white shirt with the sleeves ripped out, leather suspenders and dark cargo pants, Dean Winchester was alone with an old, bone-y, lanky man covered in a thin, grey tattered grey clothing. He was teaching Dean a routine he'd need for the future; preparing him for a certain kind of attack. The day came when his training was required. The old man woke up to the vibrations of heavy footsteps. He shook Dean awake, then crept to a wide, rectangular window in the wall of their abandoned, large, steel shelter. He beckons him to see the creatures he was trained to pass. At the count of three, they jumped out of the window and began weaving through the tall creatures. They were non-hostile and travelled slowly in a caravan of their own. As they reached the end of the creatures, he heard a scream. His mentor was crushed under the steps of one of the massive creatures. The man told him to continue and not to let emotion distract him from his training. At the end, four tall, sickly blue women screeched at him from under their purple hoods. Began a spell and aimed it at him, but before she could execute it, Desn pulled out rose water and sprayed it at her. She shrieked and vanished. Off camera, someone yelled, "what was that!?" Dean looked to his right and a suited, heavy man came running to his side. "A witch," he responded. The desert was now contained in a long, glass hall beside a train station.