Dreaming in Digital

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In a gallery room, I was with Flan. He was working on paintings and drawings, and was slowly filling the walls. But on this particular day, the gallery manager barged in, angry. He yelled at Flan, who was busy painting on a Bristol board sheet of a forest bathed in sunset. He was angry because this was the gallery's main attraction, and the walls weren't covered in art. The gallery was going to open soon.

I laid down on blanket was spread across the floor by a coffee table and fell asleep. In bird's-eye-view, I saw the days rapidly pass, from day to night and back around. Another girl came in and slept under the coffee table.

When I awoke, it was dark. Something felt wrong, as if it was the end of the world. I got to my feet, grabbing my purse and slung it cross-body. I climbed out the first window I saw. There was a trail of sunset in the purply-grey sky. Many people were running away, somewhere. I met with a [Bosmer] and a couple of humans. We ran into an apartment building and up the stairs to the second floor.

We holed off in a room, no bigger than 10' x 5'. The walls were stark white and carpeted in grey. Against the wall was a queen sized bed. To one wall was a line of 4 doors, each a different style and size. One of the doors had a foot from the bottom missing, so we tried to keep out of sight. We needed to rest and wait for daylight, so everyone cuddled up in the bed. I began locking the doors, and as I got to the last one, the Bosmer told me to wait for his wife. Not too long, his wife rushed through the door and slid into bed beside the Bosmer. The bed had five people on it, so I slept on the floor.

I woke up to wood cracking and saw a hand reach under the door, trying to reach us. I screamed, startled, thinking it was a zombie, and shook everyone awake. The Bosmer hopped out of bed and said, "time to go!" He told us to take only what we needed. I grabbed my purse and picked up my Gen2 iPod from the floor. I picked up a bag or yarn, but paused realizing I had to find a crochet hook. Dropping the bag, I ran out the door with the last few of us survivors, and closed the door behind me.

There was a wooden ship on wooden tracks waiting for us. Half already left on another boat. Once I got in, the operator behind me pushed an oar off the ground, paddling us forward. We tilted downhill and sped up. I felt my body get pushed forward as we rolled downhill. It felt like a rollercoaster, except not as scary.

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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.

I had finished work and GrannySmith, and another girl worked with us. We closed the shop, which was a small bakery, and exited, looking for the fourth employee who worked with us. This girl was Samoan and overweight, but despite her nanny-like clothing, she was absolutely beautiful. I watched her stuff her feet into white high heels many sizes too small - her feet overflowed as if it were a cartoon.

Everything was underground; we never saw sky. We all entered the subway which had huge, metre-long, cream, laminate tiles. Everything was covered in this tile: the floor, the walls, the staircases and banisters. On the subway platform, I chatted with the other girl who had shoulder-length brown hair; GrannySmith had gone elsewhere. We hopped aboard the train that arrived. She lived on the last stop, and I had to meet Cookie who went out with the rest of Pfeffernüsse's groomsmen for some pre-wedding fun. On the second last stop, GrannySmith jumped on our train; she left earlier to do something. She talked about shoe shopping, and I thought about it too.

We made it to the end of the line. There was Cookie, waiting for me at the platform; he was waving goodbye to the group. I left the train with the girl and GrannySmith to join him. I don't remember how we were notified, but we weren't allowed to get back on the train or leave the station. Death appeared before everyone. He was seven feet tall, and his body and face were covered in a blood-coloured cloak. In one hand, he carried a shiny scythe. I watched him allow select people on the train, and the train leave back the way it came. Cookie was allowed on, and I watched him go.

The train came back the next day. There was sky above us and we weren't underground anymore. It was cream, like the subway tile, and hazy. My brunette friend said she forgot something on the train, and Death let her enter. I heard her scream, "ouch!", and a couple of minutes later, came out with an orange plastic bag in hand. Death studied her for a moment, then pointed to the train telling her, "go." She handed her bag to me and hastily obeyed. The train left for the day.

The train came back again the next day, and GrannySmith and I watched people get on, though we weren't allowed ourselves. I questioned why these people were allowed to enter the train. If Death was among us, I assumed the train led back to our everyday lives; I wanted to be on the next train. I opened the orange bag. Aside from an empty, white box, there was a pamphlet with a drawing of a woman breastfeeding. Her nipple was erect and exposed. Did my friend get hurt breastfeeding, and is that why she was allowed to leave? It didn't make sense to me.

This day, the train wasn't in the station. Death had gone for a little walk. There were pine trees surrounding us. The sky was still cream. GrannySmith was still here, and by now, the extrovert in her had died. In an instant, Death leaped over trees, bounding as quickly as he could to the few on the platform. "It's time."

He stood close to me. I bowed my head and closed my eyes as he hummed a rhyme repeatedly. Everyone seemed to know they lyrics except I. I hugged him and he hugged me. His bony hands ruffled the hair at the back of my head, then gently sliced it off with his scythe. My anxiety began to run through me. He sliced another handful of hair. I felt my heart drop, as if the beginning of a heartbreak, and my chest heaved heavy as I started to sob. His hands pulled my remaining hair into a neat bow on the top of my head.

The last line of the rhyme I heard before waking up was, "we are going to die."

I was with Honeycrisp, and it was the end of the world. In the night sky, there was a ring of gold, and inside it were the colours of violet, green, then another ring of gold. Soon the gold ring in the middle elongated and a tube of grey clouds pulled down towards Earth. We were running, looking for somewhere safe as we saw this.

Meteorites began appearing in the sky and fell towards us. One nearly hit us, so we braced for impact. We came across a parking lot, where the pavement had been pulled up, and the debris of crushed buildings were scattered about. Other people were crouching down behind these for shelter.

The sky began to speak. A man's voice said Persimmon was on the line of whether he belonged in heaven or hell.

I had many dreams, but I don't remember them very much. I think I had three or four.

In one dream, I was looking through an author's blog on the Internet. The author posted pictures from her bachelorette party. It was a wild party, which they flirted and spent time with random guys not in the wedding party. They were scandalous pictures I'm sure the groom wouldn't want to see.

Another dream had my sister who kept opening the doors in my room. There was one door in the divider wall, which doesn't exist in reality's wall.

Another dream I was at a place that looked like a dojo. Terry Bogard and Mai Shiranui (from The Fatal Fury and the King of Fighters games) were there by the doors which led outside. The sky was dark grey and raining heavily. Mai pounced on me with a hug and Terry smiled faintly, but something else was on her mind.

The last dream may be the continuation of the dream with Terry and Mai, since they were there still, but instead of a dojo, we were at the foyer of a high school. There was a huge, glass window dividing us from the foggy, blue outdoors. I don't remember exactly what happened, but there were more people there who showed up now and again. They were usually running from some kind of illness that appeared. They would come out and some people would drop dead, or keel over depending on what disease they came in contact with. Terry and Mai were brave and they stuck around but when the third wave of an unidentifiable disease appeared I ran with a group of four that wanted to escape alive. Two of us got sick and I was left running with Adande (Swoozie, the video blogger from YouTube). We out ran the sick people who followed us like zombies and sat at the waiting room with newspapers and magazines. When we heard the sick coming for us, we each opened a newspaper and hid behind them, in a pose as if we were reading. The sick zombies didn't see us.

It was like I was doing this game thing as a live action, but it was terrifying. People went into a zombie-like state when they were touched by someone of that kind. The funny thing is we could reset the scenario and start from the beginning again, but with each reset, the scenario became harder. I did this game before, but this time, I was in a group of three. It also took me three tries to be able to survive to the end. First I was alone when I did the "game", and we had to use the equipment we hand from our pockets. I had a blue flashlight and I found another person inside the scenario with a stronger one. We were in someone's backyard with high, closely-set wooden fences. We walked in quietly and ran into another person, a girl this time. We went into the fence gate on our left and found it full of zombies. So we ran to the opposite end, and we got trapped in the right gate. Although it was daytime, we flashed our flashlights in their eyes. It was suppose to work, but it wasn't effective enough. Being cornered, we reset the game and I was alone again, but I had my LED flashlight that required my thumb to press on it in order to work.

I this time, I ran from the left gate to the left most gate, where there was an outdoor washroom. The zombie people started crowding my washroom door as I looked for a way out. I was took apart the toilet because I previously remembered there was a way of exit behind it. I fought off the zombies with my flashlight, which worked better than my last, and searched. I don't remember if I did a reset here or if I escaped because the amount of zombies was too great. But I found myself behind the fence where the toilet was and I ran to my left, into the neighbour's backyard fence. When I opened their gate, I was surprised to see my old crush and brother-in-bond. He was a zombie, but I shone my light into his eyes as I asked if he remembered me, and he did. He had greenish skin, and was crusting, buy he was like a brother to me, that I had to save him if I could, and when he was back, I hugged him. I finally knew the extent of what flashlights did for these people- bring them back to humanity. When one zombie tried to climb the fence, we saved him, and we left with him as our newest friend. We ran into the street, where the setting changed into an underground garage of an apartment building. There were others humans there as well and we combined groups as we all ran for the elevator, waiting for it to open. I thought about my brother-like friend, and I felt sad that when I had a crush on him, we never kissed, so I wondered if now was the right time to ask for one before we die. When zombies started piling into the parking lot while chasing other humans, one of our friends got the elevator doors to open. We piled in and saw a girl run for us, terrified of the zombies hot on her tail, I pressed a button labelled "open", but it closed on her. I felt terrible at first, but I also felt coldhearted to leave someone behind. No one said anything as the doors closed; they might've felt the tension already.

When the elevator opened, we were above ground at a part of a city celebrating the Japanese culture. This was a Japanese-like town. My parents were there, safe and unaware of the chaos underground. My mom was looking at the stores in a strip mall, one being a driving centre.

It was like it was the end of the world was coming. The world was kind of empty, and the earth was breaking apart in huge chunks. Cookie was still there with me, and when we tried to go to the SO mall, there was this big chunk of land that stood high from the ground, as if Tsunade from Naruto hit the earth with her fist, except in a larger scale. I blanked out and found myself with Cookie at school, or in a library. We were looking at old flyers, and he knew I was afraid. He pointed to a picture of Pikachu and told me to get something like that, so I'd have something to hug while he wasn't around. He told me to get one that doesn't vibrate like Shortbread's Pikachu, but one that lights up. The vibrating one would make me feel like the world is shaking again. Then he gave me a hug, and we went to a garden, or park much like the area outside at SSS. I think we talked more when we got there, but I can't remember. The next day I went to the garden again, and Cookie was there. He was shirtless and covered in sweat from practicing a martial art with what looked like Amaretti's friend, Vlad, and someone else, but I didn't catch his face. The guys decided to take a break, and Cookie came up to me and hugged and kissed me, and he didn't feel wet. He told me he had to go far away for a little while, and that he'll come back. I blanked out again, and found myself in a parking lot at dark with someone else I knew well. There was a van there, and a lady who asked us if we knew the way to the train station. One of us knew, I think I did, and next we were inside the van. Sharon from English and art class was driving, and the lady (her mom) was beside her. Sharon drove to the directions we told her, and when we reached there, the friend I was with, and I got out, and we said goodbye to Sharon and her mom, while they told us thank you. And then it was just my friend and I at the train station.