Dreaming in Digital

I wasn't in a physical body, but I was aware of where I was in the Achievement Hunter office for Minecraft. When there are six of the guys, only three remained- there were three empty desks. Ray was there, and probably Geoff. By logic, Ryan would be the last member, because his desk located in a different room.

I was staying overnight at Anime North and in the same hotel room was Shortbread and a friend from our anime club. He was talking about something whivh Shortbread was a fan of, so I paid little attention to them. Somehow, I got note of something important. Maybe it was from my Facebook, but I can't recall. According to whatever I read, my cousin, the one I use to go to school with and do everything with and was the same age as me, died recently. I was heartbroken. She was pretty, smart, and fun-loving, and had been in a beauty pageant, and all her wonderful qualities were suddenly gone with her death. As I read on, she died in a plane crash serving an authority for a charity organization, something like the peacekeepers. I bawled to Shortbread and woke up with the same broken pit in my heart.

Cookie and I were in a classroom held in a floor above a mall. It was the last day of classes so we were having a tamed party. We sat facing each other, on a small square table, with two other students on either side of us; one male and one female. We were eating a glamourous meal of rotisserie chicken and vegetables. Cookie had an idea to go to the dollar store and buy some drinks on the floor below us, so I came along with him. I asked if he was worried about leaving our things with our classmates and he said not to worry because our table mates would look after them.

The floor below looked like the street of the business area of a small town. We arrived at the dollar store, and once we went in, it looked like a thrift store within. We browsed through the merchandise, being loud and having fun, and soon we caught the attention of  a serious employee. When she was near to us, we removed our sweaters - his black, shiny Roca Wear sweater with white trimming and a zipper, and my compact, brown, cropped hoodie - and stuffed them into a shelf of clothes by the glass door entrance. We grabbed two large books, sat down and pretended to read them, covering our faces. When she'd passed, we rushed for the cashier, and bottles and stacks of twenty-four cans of Pepsi suddenly appearing in our hands. The total came to a shocking fourteen dollars, and we asked why. The stacks came to twelve each. We opted to buy a stack of twelve and the bottles instead (I'm aware the math isn't right). We came back to the classroom and remembered we forgot our sweaters in the store. After dropping off the drinks, we returned to find the dollar store a thrift shop during closing time, as the sky was becoming a dark blue and the street lamps were all lit. A Korean girl with long, straight hair opened it for us and let us look for our sweaters, which were now gone from the shelves and possibly bought. Cookie was angry and I was sad to lose our sweaters, but now that they were gone, we couldn't do anything. The shop was run by many Korean women in their twenties, and because it was dark outside, they let us stay the night. Along the bookshelves were mattresses lined up to form one big bed. We all crawled in, the feeling of putting Cookie in a bad mood and losing my sweater weighed heavily in my heart. I curled up beside Cookie, facing away from him, and slowly drifted away to the dream world. Sometime when everyone was asleep, I noticed an arm around my waist; it was Cookie's. It was like an act of forgiveness.

With a group of strangers, I walked cautiously through a grass field where there were stone angel statues dispersed widely about. Something was wrong, we knew, and we felt the creepy atmosphere with the grey sky and light fog. I turned away for a moment and realized they weren't stones at all, but the weeping angels in Doctor Who. Warning everyone not to lose them from sight, we wandered in one direction until we reached an old building, which we entered and hoped we'd be safe. The Doctor was inside already, alone without a companion, and he knew who I was. He guided us somewhere safe from the angels, who've also entered the building. It wasn't easy finding safety either, as there were also angels inside the old, decaying building.

I can't clarify which Doctor he was because I didn't look at his face, but from the navy suit, he was most likely the tenth doctor.

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.