Dreaming in Digital

20250224 Cookie and I had to attend a wedding. Cookie was part of the wedding party and I was his guest.

20241222 i was in high school again, this time in art class. I can't remember what was our project. I went through a bin of random bric-a-brac. I saw a paint brush in a plastic case and thought Cookie might like to own it if these items were abandoned. I also saw a home made, hot pink dildo with a blue tip.

20241128 i drove to a high school meet up at a computer cafe by myself. Cookie was at work and couldn't attend. The music was loud. There was so many people i didn't know, but i soon found Spritz and Shortbread at computers at a quieter corner. I took a spot beside Spritz and played a game for a couple of hours. When it was late and everyone was heading home, the three of us hitched a ride with a couple in their white station wagon. When we stopped at a gas station, i realized i left my car at the computer cafe. I turned to Shortbread and Spritz and exclaimed i could've driven them home myself.

20240525 I went with Cookie's aunt's immediate family to a club his grandfather use to visit. It was full of seniors of different races and ages, though everyone was older than seventy. On this day, they were having a party - a potluck was laid out across a long table in this small hall.

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20230601 I lived back in my old condo by the Toronto Waterfront, but the layout looked a lot more like my childhood apartment. I awoke from an afternoon nap, and Cookie kissed my forehead. As we were lying on our hotel-white bedsheets, Cookie bolts up and starts rushing to get dressed.

20230318 I had combat training with seven other students, including Shortbread. We had to practice with real blades. I wanted to use my own swords but my instructor, a clone of Jango Fett (from Star Wars The Clone Wars) refused and took away my blades. Some men showed up at the door, asking for him, and with this distraction, I quickly switched my swords and I engaged my opponent. He was much faster than I was, slicing me inside my inner elbow.When we paused, I showed Shortbread who gasped. Once our instructor noticed, he stopped us and scolded me, telling me to stand in the hallway and he'll talk to me shortly.

20220203 I was with Shortbread and her sister on a public bus. We were on our way to a convention for something. On my way to my seat from the washroom, I met this young man, who was quiet and reserved more than shy. I invited him to come with us, as he travelled alone to our same destination. I introduced the man to my friends, and he took the window seat beside me.

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In a dated period of Japan, I was in the shoes of a young Japanese woman in an everyday kimono; my chestnut hair was long and braided down my back. I was delivering a sword I'd made to a man during the festival. Wandering into an old, wooden shop. I asked a lady in a lavished kimono, who stood behind a booth desk, if she'd seen Mr. Sayaka...? Sakaya? (I struggled with his name in the dream). She hadn't, and so I wandered further into the wooden structure which resembled a mall. I took the stairs down to see a troll. Charging towards it, I realized Sayado-san was curled into a ball beneath it, protecting a little boy. I kicked it. I pulled out the sword, getting his attention and giving them time to run. The troll picked me up and flung me into the air.

(I woke up because of my alarm)
Awaking somewhere else outside the mall, I ran into the same entrance I took before and down the stairs to find the troll being prodded by young men with sticks. I looked around for Sayamo-san, who was nowhere to be found. The sword was missing as well. As it swiped at the boys, I jumped in, punching it on the side of it's face. Landing, I led it away from the cowering boys, and up another set of stairs, towards a sitting area with books shelved across the walls. The troll swiped me in there, and soon I noticed Sakayo-san had his arms around me with the sword by his side. He had greying hair, probably twenty years older than I was, but his face was still quite young.

I can't remember who saved us, but it was someone from the [King of Fighters] (not Iori, Kyo, or K'). They smacked the troll around and then led the troll away from us. Samako-san pulled me to my feet, and as my legs couldn't stay steady, he held me in a hug. I felt my chest swell and my cheeks flush as he kissed me. When I could stand on my own, he left with the sword.

(Another part after waking)
I walked along a dock to see two familiar faces with their toddler, sitting at a picnic bench and relaxing from the festivities.

(Woke up again)
I was running along a wall, away from something. Along the way, I waved to a boy. "Hi Kusanagi," I yelled as I ran past him.

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It was a sunny summer day, and my mother, sister and I went to a house that was private, but used publicly as a spiritual place. Formerly, it belonged to my cousin before she moved away.

I wore a lavender dress, with a short, white cardigan over my sleeveless arms.

The stairs leading to this basement home were floating steps, covered by a plum, velvet fabric. It was terrifying to take these steps down, as they were quite spaced part. I tried one step, which was broken and spun around on its axis, and I warned the family behind me to watch their step on it. They had a little girl about eight with them.

That day, there was a congregation to see a spiritual leader (whose name I can't remember), who lived there and hosted spiritual sessions. I walked in behind my mother and sister, following them into the living room. As mass was gathered at her feet - a woman, whose bare legs were showing to reveal an intricate, coloured tattoo of an orange snake's bottom half, giving her the illusion she was a snake. We went deeper into the home, and there was a room where the couches were covered in white sheets.

Sitting on the sofa closest to me, with their backs turned, was a girl and a boy, past their teenage years. Seated on a single seater, also draped in white,across from them was an older lady in her forties. Separating them was a glass coffee table, trimmed with gold, and on top of it was a golden pothos potted in a golden pot. The walls were white with a tint of blue, so that when it was dark, the walls were white with a hint of baby blue.

Upon hearing steps, the siblings turned to see who approached and the boy's face lit up upon seeing me.

He took my hands in his, and held them close to our hearts, introducing himself. (I can't remember his name). He was handsome, tanned by the sun, with black hair and eyes. Excited, he asked with a Spanish accent, "did you like my book?"

I studied his face, trying to recognized who he was. Some time earlier, I was on my Instagram account, and I'd found a book with a fictional story I was interested in. I had followed his account, so I would't forget about it, but it was definitely near the top of my reading list. "I'm sorry," I said. "I haven't started yet, but I plan to read it soon."

He gave me a hug, as if we were old friends, and in his embrace, I noted his mother was watching intently, suspicious of me. Once we broke, I excused myself to the bathroom.

I knew where it was. I made my way into an empty dining room with a glass table top, and golden chairs. In the corner of the room, there was a little powder room that I've used many times as a child. I just made it through the door frame when the young author hurried in, asking if I needed help in finding it. Before I could answer, he pulled me aside, away from the view of others, and kissed me passionately, for what felt like a minute, only tearing away when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

"This is the door," he said, breathlessly, his face turned away from his mother who had just walked in. He pulled open the door, and seated on the toilet, was a horrified old man.

All I remember of the dream was that I was with Honeycrisp. He put an arm around me and cuddled me as I hugged him.

The lads and gents of Achievement Hunter all somehow gathered into Geoff's five-seater car, and I sat beside Ray in the backseat. When he asked, "is everybody ready?" I piped up I needed to use the washroom, and Ryan said he'd forgotten something. The two of us ran into someone's house and we did our business. As soon as I was done, I couldn't find the entrance and wandered until I reached a large room with a baseball diamond on a floor below and seats spreading all across the room in a circle.

There was a black woman who had, over a year or two developed a crush on a black man in a poverty ridden area. Together, they were summoned to be contestants on a television show. On this day she was dressed in a blouse, skirt and leather dress jacket that reached her upper thighs, and she sat across from the man wearing a white "wife-beater" tank top, over sized jeans and a New York Yankees baseball hat with a flat sunshade. He slouched and looked tough, as if he were a gangsta rapper. All contestants were gathered in a hotel's cafeteria, and the two were teamed up for challenge and hours before it was their time to start. The man asked her if he could talk to her privately and she said she needed the bathroom first. In the washroom with room for one person at a time, she fixed her hair and loosened the top of her blouse as an idea to try to seduce him, all the while she told herself she would not fall for him, since he didn't seem to notice her affection. When she opened the door, he was standing outside, waiting until she was finished. "Yer a lovely dancer," he said, and she was smitten. She never spoke of her past, but she use to be a ballet dancer and quit after an ankle injury.