Dreaming in Digital

20220120 In the late evening of an autumn day, I travelled to Toronto to meet with Shortbread, who was also commuting there. I arrived earlier than she did, so I went for a walk near a couple of apartments and by a beach. As I walked by the beach, I saw many people happily walking around. I got a ludicrous idea that I should call the police and claim there's a dead body found.

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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."

Three dreams:

1. Shortbread came with me to meet my mother. My mother threw a fit about something, but I can't remember what or why.

2. I worked for Canadian Tire, but the interior of the building looked dated and wooden. Each room was tiny, and decorated with odd objects and machinery. There weren't any windows. There was someone I was running and hiding from; they were authority.

3. I was in the locker room at work. I took a seat between RedPrince and a girl who worked in the produce preparation area. Seated beside the girl was Honeycrisp, and a boy who also worked in the produce preparation room. I placed my bowl of pre-cut melons (cantaloupe, watermelon and honeydew) on the table, and I heard the girl ask, "you're having fruit?"

"Yeah, that's my fruit," Honeycrisp playfully commented (he works in their department).

I hear the girl reply, "eww," in response, and turned to see the grimace on her face.

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.

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 don't remember this one well, but I was doing something at an outdoor place, in a garden area with high hedges. A black woman watched me from a table. She was seated and taking notes in her little notepad, evaluating me. I was nervous, as I knew she was the health inspector.

I was in some kind of cosplay event, one where we fought as if we were in a fighting game. I can't remember who I was dressed as, but I carried a sword. The matches were from video games or shows that were made into a video game at least once. One of the matches I remember had a ghostbuster and another had Minnie Mouse (since Mickey wasn't present).

In the morning, I sat down and played a computer game with a few small toys I had laying by me. Soon it was time to go to work, so I got ready and brought them all with me in plastic ziplocks. I got to work and walked into AMC movie theatre to hide out before work. There, I did some more playing with the contents of my ziplock until I realized I needed something. I ran looking for it around te theatre which looked like a school. I gave up searching and saw I was lost in the crazy hallways. I tried searching for an exit outside, but nothing outside looked familiar. It was a school now and it was under a great amount of construction. I asked for directions and the one I was given led to an unfinished staircase- only the railing was there and it looped and bender like a rollercoaster. I held on to the railing and zoomed until the end and ran back into the gym. It was filled with people. I made my way to where I sat previously and my things were gone. Axel's sister and her friend were there and were looking for their things as well. They found it on a shelf at the front, so I searched too and found my ziplocks there. Someone tapped my shoulder and it was the cute customer who worked from AMC. His hair was curly and light, maybe blond with blue eyes. He asked me if the free popcorn ticket worked and how was it and I said it worked well and thanked him; i never used it. I gathered my things and looked at the time and realized I was late for work. I looked back to him and he was sitting behind a row of people on the floor as everyone else was. I ran straight to work and used the back door to avoid my employers before going straight to work. .

At first I was outdoors in a sleepy little town. I lived beside a patch of grass and i had little care for what went on in life. One day a bird the size of a pidgeon appeared in that little patch. It was plump With black-Dark brown feathers. I followed it around, watching it carefully and out of it popped a big baby blue egg. I called to my mom who wasn't too far from us and she said to leave it alone, but I couldn't and watched as the egg instantly hatched to show another bird of the same size and colour. I grew terrified as it. Entered our house through the sliding glass door. I did my best to lead the pair out and in a desperate attempt, I kicked them with my bare foot out the same door. I was scared because now I might have had lice on my feet and in the house.

Another scene showed when I was a little older. With a pack of my military troops on black and navy armor, we kicked in the doors to a house and shot a growing line on the wall that was beginning to merge through two bugs eating at the layers or something. The lice had evolved to something invasive and scary. While my team captain and another successfully stopped another line from connecting, another person and I didnt, but we couldn't do much after that. Downstairs was the couple who lived in the house. The man got up from the breakfast table he and his wife sat around paying bills since he had to do something. I whispered to the captain who said to just shoot him since he'd been infected. He fell to the floor gently and quietly. My boss said to shut off the laundry machines so I did before we left the house. I felt terrible for the wife. She'f find out her husband was dead when she got on her feet.

I was a new recruit for a government/army job. I was sent on a large ship with my cousins, my niece and Cookie. I had to go to the washroom many times, so I went through the long path like going from one side of the ship to the other. When I returned to my cousins, I smelled something funny and I realize it was me. I ran to the washroom and found that when I went into one of the stalls, the empty stall, my cousin wanted to go badly so I let her take my place. I ran because I had to go to my tutorial on the first day on the job. I ran into a line of recruits and followed them to the beginning of one. When I go there I changed my mind and ran back to the washroom. I got stuck on this steel gate that divided one stair to the other I didn't know how to open it so I could use it and tried many times to jump over. This serious, Asian man wanted to pass so he opened it for me and I continued on my way. All stalls were full in this huge public washroom except one. The toilet was flooded and the floor covered in pee. I tried flushing it and cleaned myself from the dump I needed to take earlier. I noticed the yellow puddle was turning red. I looked at my foot and Lifted my jeans to see I wore my converse shoes and I had a huge gash on the side of my foot. I started feeling the pain and pulled my pants up. I left the stall to find many people in a line to go to the washroom but watching the television screen. I heard what it was saying. I was going to be arrested and my previous employer, NCIS, wouldn't be able to help me. My pain was a mix of physical and emotional. I looked down at the blood pooling below me but without looking I could feel everyone's eyes pierce me.