Dreaming in Digital

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I was on a mission with Jim Caviezel, who was probably his character Reese from Person of Interest. He was in his signature black suit and his hair had become silvery-grey. I had dark skin, like dark chocolate, and long, red hair that flowed in waves. Our mission was to protect a little Asian girl, about the age of four or five, from enemies who were attempting to kidnap her. 

We got separated. Knowing the girl is safest with him, The Man in the Suit took her with him. The pursuers followed them into a train car full of golden straw. He fought them off, while on the phone, and succeeded without shooting anyone in the kneecaps. The little girl hid, hugging her stuffed bunny.

I was interestingly dressed for our sunny winter. I wore purple, reflective sunglasses and a silver peacoat that reached the top of my over-the-knee, caramel-coloured, high-heeled boots. I travelled to the town square of a small town to find information. There was a tall, black gazebo there, with speakers, playing random music. I crossed the gazebo, ending my call with Reese, calling him, 'Starry-fox'. I carried a leather-spined book with research and information relevant to the child. As I walked along an empty road, I let my guard down and a black, gloved hand clapped over my mouth as I dropped the book. I noted an asterisk drawn on the spine in silver marker as I tried to free myself. The last lyrics I heard from the speakers before I blacked out were, "I'll fiddle with my horse until you break it," sung by Shakira.

He was every i imagined him to be - friendly and amiable. Knowing he's out-nerded Dave Filoni, i was intimidated to reveal my own Star Wars knowledge but i was in awe to be lucky enough to work with him.

At some point, I asked ChocoChip if there was something I could help her do, as relaxing is not something I know how to do. She gave me the task of baking frozen pizzas. Her oven was the sand-coloured, cheap model from The Sims 4.

I worked at a kiosk in a mall selling cigarettes during the Christmas season. There was a variety of flavours and countries, and sizes. Kanye West worked beside me as the stand's security, but he spent most of his time reading the worker's contract. I had trouble with a customer that was about to steal, but Kanye grabbed his wrist and nonchalantly told him to leave. Our manager came at the end of the day to help me close shop. He told Kanye he got a complaint for telling a loud customer to “shut up” while he used a light blue highlighter on his contract. He also gave me one to read and sign. It was a short contract with very few conditions, and some strange ones as well. Having to submit a 5” x 7” portrait photo of myself was one of the rules I can remember.  

I was at a place in Toronto away from the heart of the city and somewhere at the outskirts of town. I accompanied my cousin who recently married and had some business to take care of. We left a nice building, with tall sand-coloured bricks and violet singles decorated with black iron, to a parking lot with cars. On the way to a wide building, we passed by two women, one who was Julia Roberts yelling, "I quit my job today!" in a carefree way and held a cap of blue in her hand. Her friend, dressed in the same uniform of a blue blazer accented with two gold rings around the sleeves, a white dress shirt with a baby pink scarf tied around her neck, and a blue pencil skirt, took her shoulder to lead her away from us; she was Scarlet Johansson. I yelled back asking where did she work, as I could apply for her position, and Roberts responded gleefully with, "Chubby Subway!" My cousin and I were headed to the subway station anyway, so I had a look around as we walked passed several stores. We reached a huge staircase much like an opera hall covered with crowds of people who were angry with the subway's operation. After talking with another worker there, we headed back. I remember her younger sister saying she worked at the subway station before and as we passed the many stores, I wondered which store was it.

I don't remember what I was doing but I was wandering around in an unfamiliar city on a late Saturday afternoon. The sky was still bluish when I arrived at the fountain square. It was vastly round, dug out from the ground and made with poured concrete. Leading to the centre was a small catwalk where people could walk and take pictures. As I was passing, I noticed a man in casual dark jeans and a plaid, navy, collared shirt standing at the centre of the fountain. He seemed a little lost, dazed, and maybe unhappy but I recognized him instantly from the few Harry Potter movies I've seen him act in, and knew Shortbread loved. So I walked up to him saying, "Excuse me, but may I take your picture? My friend is a big fan, Mr. Radcliffe." Awkwardly, I threw in his name, just in case it was someone else, but he replied with a nod. I whipped out my cellphone camera and took my place at his side. As the sun began to set, I drew my head close to his so we could both fit into the picture together, but then I realized I'd like two pictures and told him: one picture with us together (as proof I'm not lying that I've met him) and one picture with just him. Right as I pressed the shutter button, he pulled his hand out to push the camera down and kissed me in the lips. It was a wet, passionate kiss, but I instantly pushed him away, asking  "what was that!?", confused and startled. He shrugged his plaid, navy shoulders and disappeared into the crowd that suddenly formed around us. They were dressed in black tie formality and didn't noticed what just happened to me. From the people in the crowd, I recognized a few celebrities. One of them decided to converse and play with me. He took my cell camera and took a shot of himself before a blond celebrity woman (who I think is Britta from the show, 'The Community'), who grabbed it out of his hand and took a picture of herself. "That's not how you take a picture!" she said. I laughed while holding their drinks. I don't remember what happened for a while after, but it was already night when I noticed the time. I looked towards the closest building, which shot from the ground and its glass, red roof was lit up. By it, artificial light flooded the area of standing famous and rich people deep in their conversations. It was time to go. I picked my red, small back pack off the cement sidewalk and slung it over my shoulders, then flipped through the pictures I've taken today. The picture with Daniel Radcliffe turned out well with our heads just covering the sun on the horizon, so our faces weren't under exposed and the sun had given us a halo. The sky behind us was a sweet blue-lavender hue. There was no sign of his stolen kiss in it, so I uploaded it on the networking site I used and shared the four photos I've taken that day. I read a message afterward from Shortbread to confirm our next meeting next Saturday.

I was with Cookie going into a new home we purchased together. It was in an old apartment, where the exteriors were remodeled to look like a new condo. We stepped into the elevator and chose our location. The elevator not only tool us in a vertical route to our home, but horizontally as well. We were startled by this. All the while, we could see outside the elevator, which looked like a hallway with tacky orange carpeting and cream walls doused in yellowy dim lighting. Cookie was disappointed in the walls and felt nitpicky* about the uneven ceilings we passed by.

I had the chance to meet John Barrowman and another male celebrity. Barrowman wasn't as happy or outgoing as he was in television, that I was scared he didn't like me much. The other celebrity was David Tennant, and he was talkative and happy. I was with a male friend, and I asked the two celebrities from Doctor Who if I could take their pictures; they agreed to it. I had trouble focusing my camera and feared I'd miss a good picture, but I finally was able to take one. I was so happy to meet these people in person.

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* Cookie's in construction. Cookie can see these things.

I was cleaning Cookie's sister's friend's house. I was asked to wash a few dishes so I took them to the sink downstairs in a mudroom. As I washed and the room became an outdoor space. It soon became night time and I knocked on a neighbour's door, asking to turn on their outdoor light. I had a lot of dishes to wash still. Soon a man came out and chatted lightly with me, stopping short when he saw an entourage of dark skinned men walk through. He said the lead man was Jay-Z, so he stopped him and chatted while I washed. After most of the dishes were done, I asked for his picture, and took one with my cell. He asked to see his picture and I looked through my digital camera for it but couldn't find it.

Somewhere in the second dream, it continued from the first, but as I washed dishes, Cookie came to pick me up and waited in the hall of a store we were in. I turned away then back to him and he made a mess of papers on the floor. Somehow after that, the dream rewound and Cookie and I were in a tent, where we played video or board games.