Dreaming in Digital

20240511 [nsfw warning] i was with a small company of men who were robbing a small tribe of people. When the chief of this indigenous tribe was brought to our leader, he demanded he show him his wife. Beside the leader was an elaborately dressed woman with dark skin in flowly light blue robes and golden jewellery. Somehow our leader knew this was not his true wife, but a concubine. Another woman, with darker skin wore only gold bangles on her arms and legs, was brought to our leader. Somehow my company knew she was his true wife. She cried in protest as the men laid her on a table, and screamed in terror as my leader began to pull down the front of his pants. To my horror and disbelief, he raped her in front of everyone.

20240225 Cookie and I were in a different country, in a rural area. We were staying in a small cabin comunity, with wooden picnic tables set just outside the front doors.

20230827 I don't remember the first dream very well. Cookie and I were at his family's cottage with his other family circles. One family cancelled because one of their members wwre infected with COVID-19.

20230606 I don't remember my first dream anymore, but I remember my second one better. I was with four other boys, and we were probably superheroes - guardians of the world. Our headquarters were in the sky just above the clouds, in a building that was massive and elliptical in shape (it resembled Tipoca City on Kamino in Star Wars). On the news we heard the world below was suffering a pandemic - a virus - and we were scared. Not long after, we received a mission to go down and watch a little boy. A partner (or two) and I went down, to a little warehouse. When we met the boy, he told us his mother was looking after an elderly man in the room adjacent to us. In our current room, there were many cathode ray tube (CRT) television screens stacked from floor to ceiling. Each one displayed SMPTE colour bars. When I asked the boy if his mother needed help, he said she said she didn't. She worked taking care of the elderly.

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.

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20210928 With a cocktail in hand, I was at a party with Bobby Pin, from Heels. He was dressed in a white suit with a black, collared shirt underneath. It was late Spring, and the sun was high in the sky. We'd just met and I spent most of the party talking to him. A part of our conversation became about getting swindled by someone we both knew. Excitedly, he told me about [something relating to the same guy]. I joked that we should break into his office to get back our money, and he thought it was an excellent idea.

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There was a dream before, but I don't remember it well enough to record. My sister had signed up for a cultural event. She had also volunteered Cookie and I before we agreed to it. We were annoyed because she was bailing. This happened in my childhood apartment.

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.

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.

I came home in my first dream to find that the door to my house was left unlock and closed improperly. I went inside, discovering our furniture was all gone. Everything was gone except my plastic bag of wedding planning. I panicked and called my parent's cellphones but they didn't answer. I ran to Shortbread's house, texting her if I could stay there until my parents were back. As I was going there, I texted Wafer and Cookie in panic. I hugged Shortbread as soon as I saw her, and hugged her dad in thanks. My mom called and picked me up before going home. My dad laughed when I told him the house was robbed - he put everything in a storage compartment to make cleaning the house easier.

My dad dropped me at high school during a rainy day and I realized I was late for my first class. I fumbled with the class schedules in my hand, running up stairs until I reached the highest floor. My class was in the middle of the hallway and I was embarrassed to join them because I had the same teacher another year ago. Class soon ended and I followed them and chose a locker before going to my next class in a hotel room-like space. We sat on beds and I sat beside someone I've met before. His hair was dirty blond and down to his chin and he was tall compared to me. I sat beside him on the bed and his group of male friends. Everyone was watching the television to our right, but I felt his eyes on me. I bounced on the bed a little, flirtatiously and adjusted the way I sat. He leaned over and whispered, "I like you", but I rejected him - I had a boyfriend.

I went to a formal party with a girl and we walked around the banquet hall. It was lively inside and I was happy, but somewhere along the way, we met the same boy in my previous dream who had a crush on me. He had a bag of stuffed toys, one of which was a plump, little, round pig. We sat down and the girl and he talked while I squished and rolled the pig in my hands. My friend started crying because someone had eaten her little dog here. We all got up to leave, and find her dog. The boy left us for a bit and she and I ran in the underground parking lot. Beside one garbage can was a worker, and we asked him if he could check if the dog was in the garbage. It wasn't. We went to the surface and met the boy again. He had his bag of toys and told us that they were slowly disappearing and he needed to restock. We crossed a grassy, untamed field to a shed in the sunshine. He started grabbing more and I understood he was working for some carnival. After he had collected enough, he left me in the shed and I took one of each toy, stuffing it into my bag just as an obese woman trotted towards the shed. I closed the zipper and walked off, meeting my friends. At my locker, I fumbled with the lock, unable to remember the code, but my friend tried and opened it. Streams of coin fell from my locker, spilling on the ground. We gathered them up while the boy was confused. Knowing his boss, the obese lady, was watching, I told him firmly, "don't you remember? We played some games." He nodded in agreement.

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.