Dreaming in Digital

It was the day before Wafer's wedding and everyone was getting ready at my parent's old house, back on Avocado. I remember getting my dress from the master bedroom's walk-in closet, and grabbing my dress. One of the bridesmaids walked by, her dress tailored and ready, and I realized I haven't done that yet. With hours before the next day (and the wedding, which started at midnight), with my sewing kit, I moved to the living room and sat behind the dining table to work. My partnered groomsman sat beside me, as he had repairs to do on his suit. I worked in a frenzied state trying to shorten the hem of my dress without a plan or knowledge of how.

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 Honeycrisp's birthday and the part I remember was we met our work friends somewhere, then continued walking. We walked until we came across my apartment. The lobby was massive -- it looked like a fancy hotel, with a casino and stage. It's what I imagine Las Vegas looks like.

I was with PinkLady, Ambrosia, another cashier, and Honeycrisp. On this grey, winter day, I wore a black dress with jeans beneath, and I dearly, dearly wanted to shave my legs. There as a show on stage, and the girls stopped to watch.

As I explained what I knew about the show, I noticed Honeycrisp was a little bored. He wandered away from the enthralled group, then came back to find they haven't moved. I gave him my house keys and building fob, telling him, "I'll be right back." I told him they should explore. I left for home to shave my legs.

All I remember of this dream was I was at work, and that Honeycrisp was pissed at me.

Three dreams:

1. Shortbread came with me to meet my mother. My mother threw a fit about something, but I can't remember what or why.

2. I worked for Canadian Tire, but the interior of the building looked dated and wooden. Each room was tiny, and decorated with odd objects and machinery. There weren't any windows. There was someone I was running and hiding from; they were authority.

3. I was in the locker room at work. I took a seat between RedPrince and a girl who worked in the produce preparation area. Seated beside the girl was Honeycrisp, and a boy who also worked in the produce preparation room. I placed my bowl of pre-cut melons (cantaloupe, watermelon and honeydew) on the table, and I heard the girl ask, "you're having fruit?"

"Yeah, that's my fruit," Honeycrisp playfully commented (he works in their department).

I hear the girl reply, "eww," in response, and turned to see the grimace on her face.

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.