Dreaming in Digital

I was part of a teenage girl's wedding, and I didn't know the couple. We were practising the ceremony in a community centre. She handed me a kitten, who constantly mewed. The bride asked me to be careful of her front right paw, as she'd hurt it. The kitten was her flower girl, and I wondered if it would be carried down the aisle. I snuggled the kitten, rubbing my face in its fuzz, and I wondered if it was hypoallergenic. I am allergic to cats.

I was in a van driven by my cousin's new husband. She sat at the front seat beside him, and behind them were her little sister and my sister; behind them were Yu Narukami and Yosuke Hanamura (from Persona 4), and I sat to Yosuke's right. We drove around the new city my cousin moved to after she married. We were going back to her house when we passed a street with shops on the left. In one store, my parents, my grandparents, and my cousins' parents were leaving a store. We parked on the opposite side of the store and we ducked away from view, trying to hide from them. I was a little tired, so I rested my head on Yosuke's shoulder. We all heard a knock on the right side window, and when my sister opened the door, my grandpa was standing outside with some kind of fruit or sweet vegetable to snack on. It was light green and long. It looked like corn still in its green husk, except it was thin, like a carrot. After he finished, we closed the door and ate this vegetable before driving off.

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.

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.

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 attacked by a person, but I don't remember whether they were male or female. They hurt me that I was paralyzed but I barely felt pain. The person was chased off by two young adult girls dressed in gothic Lolita (one in red and the other in blue). These two girls were my caretakers for the house and for myself. My husband came in and helped me sit up since I lay on my face. From the back, he looked like Michael Weatherly. There were glass shards everywhere I lay and my white night gown was soaked with water. The glass that broke was a giant water pitcher/gallon dispenser. I could move my arms but not my legs. I was given a blue cloth that I bunched together and wiped myself clean with (not dry).