Dreaming in Digital

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In a gallery room, I was with Flan. He was working on paintings and drawings, and was slowly filling the walls. But on this particular day, the gallery manager barged in, angry. He yelled at Flan, who was busy painting on a Bristol board sheet of a forest bathed in sunset. He was angry because this was the gallery's main attraction, and the walls weren't covered in art. The gallery was going to open soon.

I laid down on blanket was spread across the floor by a coffee table and fell asleep. In bird's-eye-view, I saw the days rapidly pass, from day to night and back around. Another girl came in and slept under the coffee table.

When I awoke, it was dark. Something felt wrong, as if it was the end of the world. I got to my feet, grabbing my purse and slung it cross-body. I climbed out the first window I saw. There was a trail of sunset in the purply-grey sky. Many people were running away, somewhere. I met with a [Bosmer] and a couple of humans. We ran into an apartment building and up the stairs to the second floor.

We holed off in a room, no bigger than 10' x 5'. The walls were stark white and carpeted in grey. Against the wall was a queen sized bed. To one wall was a line of 4 doors, each a different style and size. One of the doors had a foot from the bottom missing, so we tried to keep out of sight. We needed to rest and wait for daylight, so everyone cuddled up in the bed. I began locking the doors, and as I got to the last one, the Bosmer told me to wait for his wife. Not too long, his wife rushed through the door and slid into bed beside the Bosmer. The bed had five people on it, so I slept on the floor.

I woke up to wood cracking and saw a hand reach under the door, trying to reach us. I screamed, startled, thinking it was a zombie, and shook everyone awake. The Bosmer hopped out of bed and said, "time to go!" He told us to take only what we needed. I grabbed my purse and picked up my Gen2 iPod from the floor. I picked up a bag or yarn, but paused realizing I had to find a crochet hook. Dropping the bag, I ran out the door with the last few of us survivors, and closed the door behind me.

There was a wooden ship on wooden tracks waiting for us. Half already left on another boat. Once I got in, the operator behind me pushed an oar off the ground, paddling us forward. We tilted downhill and sped up. I felt my body get pushed forward as we rolled downhill. It felt like a rollercoaster, except not as scary.

I had two dreams.

In the first dream, I woke up, feeling something from my nose begin to drip. I pushed away from my pillow, running a hand across my nose to see blood. A drop fell on my pillow. (I woke up startled, but I didn't have a nosebleed).

In the second dream, I was naked. I was hurt. I was too weak to fight back.
I was being raped, and I was numb.
I don't know who it was.

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep. It was late at night, and pitch black except for a sliver of outlines; my eyes wouldn't adjust to the lack of light. Normally, I'd see more, but not tonight. I heard rustling and I sat up, finding Cookie coming to my bed. Having trouble sleeping as well, we laid down, getting ready to sleep, and in comfort, I wrapped my arms around his warm torso. All was well until I got up, though unsure why I did. In the living room was the figure of a middle aged lady, her greying hair in a loose bun, and wore a white blouse and full purple skirt with a bustle and underwire. With a finger, she beckoned me, and I followed her, though without sight, I walked into a couch and she was gone. Hesitant to tell my mother there was a ghost in our home (which was strange to me since we were the first to live in this house), I crawled back into bed with my fiance. I couldn't hug him when I tried - he wasn't there. When I looked, something grabbed my left wrist, trying ro pull me into the wall. It didn't seem like Cookie, and I thought, it couldn't be him! "Run! Run!" I tried to yell, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I kept trying, moaning the sound as my lips were sealed and thick like goo. It was best I made the racket and saved my family than everyone being devoured in the same way. "Run, run, run..."

*[I woke up right after. I was sleeptalking.]

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 was with Hugene and an acquaintance from archery club, who was also in my fashion/sewing class, and we were in a class together. We all graduated from the same university (that I went to) and sat around a rectangular, children's table over a large, orange rug. Surrounding us was a creme-coloured, tiled floor and white walls. A few other students our age sat sparse around us, and we had all just finish eating lunch and/or working on free-time crafts. I don't remember most of the conversations that happened, but I remember I brought up how I regretted going to this university and wish I went to another. Our acquaintance was tall, African-American and kind, and he shook his head disagreeing with me-- he enjoyed going to this school. Later on when he left, Hugene and were left in the room. I took a pink, Barbie blanket from a pile and snuggled down in an armchair ready or a nap. Hugene gasped, reprimanding me, thinking I didn't own it, but I told her that my aunt had left it with my family to donate to flood victims who needed soft sleeping gear. My mother had taken it because it was a good blanket. Not too seem like a bad guy, I lied to Hugene, telling her my mother exchanged the blanket for another blanket, and placed it in the pile.

I went to visit Axel's friend, Rauden. This happened for two scenes of the same scenario. In the first scene, I visited him and after a while of talking, Axel's aunt was there and they were dealing with something. To make sure I wasn't left in the dark, she showed me a huge poster on the wall that Rauden bought on the Internet. It was a print of a listening CD cover that was a tan colour and signed. She flipped it back and front to show me the damage that I wasnt clear on until I noticed wet patches on it. She replaced the heavy, clear, thick cover plastic on it. They were talking about how he bought the wrong liquid preservant and used it on the item. When she left, we both laid down and I cradled his head. After a while, I closed my eyes for a bit to rest them. Rauden thought I fell asleep. He moved his head closer to my own and when I felt his lips close to mine, I moved pretending to wake up; he stopped. I felt embarrassed, I wondered what it would've been like to kiss him.

In the other version, I visited and a while passed, but nothing happened.