Dreaming in Digital

20230820 i barely remember these dreams. With Shortbread, I climbed creaking old wooden stairs of a small house. On the floor we reached were filled bookshelves of fragrant old books. The walls were peeling painted white horizontal wood planks and the floors were creaking wood covered in expensive antique rugs. I can't remember what we were talking about.

20130705 I can barely remember. I entered a room that I had the impression was a lunch room. Strangers were seated around a few glass tables. I scanned the room, then sat alone at an empty table. I didn't see Spritz in the crowd, but he got up from his seat and whispered in my ear to meet him in the courtyard before he left the room.

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.

20211230 I lived on my own, in a factory, but I also had my own farm. Everyone at this factory wore white jumpsuits. One day at the assembly line, I learn the broccoli I grew was taken by Wafer, who said she'd make it into millions. I was so upset because I don't trust her, and the fact she took what's mine without asking. 

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."

A group from my work and I were given a team building holiday: we had to live under the same roof of a cabin, which was beside a private community centre. We all had chores and presentations to do, and we had to bring food and snacks to make and share.

Honeycrisp finished his tasks early; he waited until I was done. We went for a walk outside through a field and a small woodland area. It was autumn and the trees were orange and yellow. The grass was straw-like and yellow. The sun was setting, so the sky was richly golden, followed by orange and red. I can't recall our conversations, but I was able to make him laugh.

We came back when it was dark. We sat on the brown carpet of the family room, listening to someone give their presentation. I sat close to him.

Before bed, I opened the refrigerator with GrannySmith, to see what we had for breakfast tomorrow. The fridge was mostly empty except for two packages of frozen appetizers Honeycrisp brought, and a bag of apples.

The next morning, we sat on white, plastic chairs, in rows, in a solarium. Glass enclosed us, and a wooden trellis above grew vines of something young and green. The sun warmed the concrete beneath our feet. GoldenDel stood before us, scissors in hand, giving a presentation, which I think has something to do with cutting hair. While she spoke, Honeycrisp stood beside her, and two chairs were in front of them.

I sat in the front row when GoldenDel called me and someone else as volunteers. We sat on the chairs before them. GoldenDel began snipping away on the person's hair in front of her. I heard two snips behind me before I heard, "I can't do this," in a soft, defeated voice.

I turned to Honeycrisp, who was flushed. He looked extremely sad. "May we be excused?" I asked GoldenDel. She looked at both of us and nodded.

I took his hand and we walked into the next room -- the main hallway -- and sat on a bench in a corner beside a potted majesty palm. I hugged him as he told me he couldn't do this -- our friendship -- anymore. I didn't understand. I hugged tighter, but he wouldn't hug me back.

I can't remember my dream well anymore because I lacked the time to record it this morning, but here's the gist of what my memory can recall.

Shortbread, Cookie and I entered shop which sold art supplies. It was a dim day, or the hours were getting late as we entered. Inside resembled a small art gallery, with white walls and honey hardwood flooring, but it was also a store. I admired some paper sold in a stack when Cookie approached and spoke to me about something that I can't remember. We entered a bedroom together, at the back of the building. It looked old with white walls, which had pictures posted around the room and arranged in a polkadot pattern along the walls and floor. There were three different portraits: one was of a girl with pigtails, the next was a boy with a blue shirt, and the last was of a person with richly pigmented red skin that it was unnatural and looked almost demonic. The room creeped us out that we left the building quickly, knowing it was a terrible place to be in.

And we were right. The next I remember of the dream was the three of us running for our lives, running away from three pursuers, one of which I was certain was a witch. She was neither extremely ugly nor beautiful, but looked much like a normal woman in her early thirties. Somehow I was separated from my friends who were caught, but the witch kept in pursuit of me. I ran through a gap resembling a mouse hole in a wall of extremely tall bush hedge, and ran across the tops of lawn tables with sun umbrellas opened and barely skimming the top of my head. I was almost within her grasp when I awoke.

It was a sunny day. I was at my cousin's fiance's house for a small celebration before the wedding. It was in a vast, grassy field in his fenceless backyard with tall trees swaying in the cool, gentle breeze. Everyone was gathered in a small corner of the lot, on the interlocked area, to pray for the groom. A guest entered late with a lighter in hand. They had an intention to kill someone in the crowd. I didn't see them, but I saw their hand flip open a silver lighter, ignite it, and as he tossed it to the ground, the groom saw this and yelled, "nooo!" Instantly, the ground was engulfed in flames, as if all were dowsed in gasoline, and standing by the killer, I died in a quick death, burning up into ash. Everything went from green, to red, an intense yellow, then white. (I woke up by a cold chill that creeped up my spine, and in cold sweat- my indication for nightmares if my fear wasn't great enough to register). There was a feeling in between the stage of burning and waking up- it wasn't pleasant, peaceful or painless; it was neither physical or emotional pain (such as the heart 'hurts' during heartbreak). I felt a miniscule bit of dread in seeing the lighter drop- a bad feeling. 

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).

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 don't remember this dream very well. I was somewhere in a big open space with grass beneath my feet and a purple sky above my head. It was like a picnic with many guests, though I didn't know the people I was with. Suddenly, a little girl, about nine years of age, went crazy. In her innocent-looking baby pink dress lined with pink lace, she began waddling around while her eyes shot laser beams. She was upset over something and unleashed her destructive power on everyone. It was every man for themselves, as I rushed for cover from her fire. I ran towards the interior of a house-like building her eyes already demolished, keeping close to the ground and making sure I was out of her sight behind the rubble. My stomach pressed against the grassy floor, hard and compact from days without rain. I felt like I was in a video game, at which I believed the child was really a robot. As I was moving around to avoid her glance, I came across a body of a man around his twenties. If I remember well, he was Axel of E.P.I.C, or he was a complete stranger. Nonetheless, he was almost face down in the grass, unconscious or dead. When I looked up again, the girl was extremely near and about to turn around, but I felt someone yank me down just in time when the child turned our direction. Axel whispered, "play dead," and I shut my eyes, listening to her feet clank and crush the grass beside me and walk on. I don't know how long we laid on the floor for, but in some point in time, I felt his hand on mine. I opened my eyes to his sad, spaced-out expression before he made eye contact and smiled dauntlessly, pulled himself closer and kissed me.

There was a field trip in university taking students to the country where they speak Dutch. I was allowed to go, but I hid from my parents that Cookie went too. In the airplane, we had our passports and one dude and this guy behind him were comparing travel stamps. Our stewardess was strange. She started scanning me with a metal detector and told me I can't have my belt when it beeped on the buckle. I gave it to her and we were already landing. We were passing a golf course and there were so many flowers. They were large and beautiful and happy, and they were in the course. I told the person sitting behind me that they were so pretty and why couldn't Canada get flowers in our golf courses. I was also thinking of buying postcards to send. We landed in a country field with windmills and got out. I don't remember what happened for a bit. I was with Cookie and a group of our friends and class mates. We wanted to stop at many stores. There was a chocolate store, so I asked if we could go there and Cookie and I went. I was looking for something to give to Shortbread and Wafer at home. As we went around the store, we ran into ChocoChip, who was also buying. We asked what she was buying as we went around the store once more. She pointed to a pile of children's footed pajamas and I hugged her excitedly if she was pregnant; she was thinking about having a child and she wasn't, but she was preparing, just in case. We left the store and our group was gone. Cookie said that he has a hint of where they could've gone since Biscotti like Marvel and JammyDodger likes etc. Etc. We walked to the streets on this sunny quiet day and along the way, we got something to drink. We reached apartments that were old and spaced out well, and a street. With a garden on the other side. We also ran into Passionfruit and Pineapple, Cookie's two friends from university. Looking at the old apartments, I started feeling a little nostalgic and sad. We wanted to go to the garden, so we ran across the street, even in front of the police car, as it didn't do anything and drove off when we crossed. Pineapple said he had to go washroom so he went behind one of the garden bushes and peed. I also needed to go. The sun now was setting and gave a yellowy glow to everything.

I was in an airship or a spaceship. I remember this part the most. My family was there and Cookie. We were all seated in the conference room with the ship's crew. Mom told me to close all the ship's doors and lock them tightly. The ship was creme coloured inside with honey wooden accents. There were green, tall plants at the corners. Cookie stood straight and followed me when I closed doors. He was robotic-like and stiff and quiet. After I sealed the first door he grabbed me to an empty, private corner. Lifting me off the ground, he kissed me passionately and very human-like.

I was at my cousin's, Shirly's, house the whole day. It was her birthday party. I stayed in her room mostly searching at her garden there. Her room was a garden. I found three of four flowers/herbs on a scavager paper. I was behind compared with everyone. I was expecting Axel to pick me up atnight to stay over at his house and my cousins knew. Shirly took me downstairs to the livingroom and showed me an anime game trailer I could take with me.