Dreaming in Digital

20250517 i went to an all you can eat sushi restaurant for a special occasion with friends and family. I sat at the table with Biscotti, Shortbread, JammyDodger, Gingerbread and someone else. Before food was ordered i went to the bathroom.

It was a small room with one sink and toilet. Women were climbing on top of each other to wash their hands in the small sink. I ran into Tiger and her sister, who were washing their hands. I needed to urinate, so with the three of us inside the tiny restroom, I used the toilet then washed my hands.

When I got back to my table, everyone was already done eating. The trays of food were almost empty, and some people already had food packed up. I felt annoyed. The sun was setting outside too. It took so long to use the bathroom that I missed dinner!

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I was at dinner with friends again. I came back to my seat to find a man with a shaven face. He looked so smooth, like a child's face. Everyone stopped talking to look at me as I approached.

"Do you know who this is?" Gingerbread asked.

"... Spritz?"

As I went to him, he got up and I gave him a hug.

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In a restaurant, I came back to my seat from ??? And sat down beside Biscotti and Spritz. It was near the end of our visit. I listened to everyone talk before getting up and getting some food from a large take out container on the counter. Sitting back down, Biscotti's brother said he's a little hungry.

"There's still some food there," i said.

"But that's my lunch tomorrow," he replied.

20250515 cookie finally had a weekend off of no work.

"Let's do something!"

"Let's do ___ event. How about today at ___?"

"But that's in a few hours. By the time we get Baby ready too, it'd already started."

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Cookie was getting ready to leave for work. He kissed my forehead as i lay in bed.

"Don't go yet," i said sleepily, "wait until the lightning passes. It's right above us." [There really was a lightning storm above us.]

20250423 for Cherry's birthday, we gathered at a restaurant high up top a tall, private building of concrete. It was late afternoon and sunset when we were seated around small, wrought iron food court tables. The building didn't have walls or railings - it was all open space. My aunt brought leftovers from her birthday party: lechon and something else delicious. As we ate, the set and it was dusk.

Our meal was soon interrupted by the loud flapping of a helicopter's blades. Cherry flew the helicopter as close as she could to the building, showing us all how she was doing for her birthday lesson. I excitedly opened my cellphone and FlightRadar24 App to show everyone we could track her movements in the sky. I excited watched her icon on my screen, the tiny, yellow helicopter happily moving around the screen. I kept it open until she was done.

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I returned home in a lavish cloth dress. My partner was older - a Sean Connery type - wearing a white suite and black bow tie. I went to the kitchen for something and when i returned to the courtyard, my partner had been in a struggle.

 "Call an ambulance!" He exclaimed. The attacker was on the floor, clutching his chest and was face down

My parents came to visit. They also wanted to help me while there. I had just finished cooking lunch, when i noticed all of my baby's bags were missing. Frantic, i asked my parents who said they threw them away in a far dumpster. Cookie saw my trouble and asked what happened. I told him and we went out looking for baby's things. As I climbed into my forst dumpster, Cookie called a small group of people he knew to help.

When I climbed into my next dumpster, some of Cookie's friends victoriously ran to us. They have found the bags. I felt overjoyed and relieved.

20250412 Cookie and i met Peach, Tomato, Persimmon, and Cherry near Square One when the sky suddenly became as dark as night and rain torrentially poured from an angry heaven. We said we should find shelter and had differences about where to go. Peach and Tomato decided it's best to go home to their tall skyscraper, but i mentioned Fort ???. We hopped into two vehicles and headed our separate ways, ours driven by Persimmon with Cherry and Cookie.

As we raced there, lightning in numerous beams crashed all around us, razing the skyscrapers to the ground with each strike. Their long, white-hot fingers splayed farther and wider with each thunderous boom. I was scared and sad to see the world destroyed.

When we reached the fort, others had the same idea. We bunkered in the safe rooms below as we waited for the clashes and flashes to end. I can't tell how long we hid, but the final strike did occur. When it was safe, we emerged from hiding to the raised ground floor. The world was flooded up to the edge, just under the window line. We had chosen the right building and survived.

20250327 i was part of a small community who lived in the past. We wore long, plain dresses in browns with white aprons, doing mundane tasks. The men wore white shirts with collars, dark pants and black suspenders. We were young, in our early twenties, and prime for marriage.

I had become tangled with two men. One of them was sturdy-built and stocky, with dark hair, skin and eyes. He travelled around the world for work. The other man was short and thinly built with dirty blond hair. The women giggled over him and one popular girl claimed she'll be married to him in the future. After spending time working farm duties with him, we'd grown to like each other. He asked me to marry him.

The traveller returned and learned I'd become someone else's fiancé. He angrily confronted me. He told me all the travelling he did was for me and for our future. I was scared of his rage and ran away from him. The other man found out I use to belong to another. He broke our engagement and I was alone. Whenever I'd enter a room, they would pretend I didn't exist. The girls teased and bullied me. I felt so unwelcome so i'd run away to a hiding place and cry myself to sleep there. 

One day, the matron of our community called onto the traveller. He exited her office, upset with a long face. Then she called on a few of the mean girls. One by one they left the office almost in tears. I noticed the people the matron called were related to the incident with me. Once the blond was called, he started slinking to her office, fearful of the news he'd learn. I ran to him, lacing my hand in his to show my support. He didn't reject it. We walked in together and suddenly I felt a horrible feeling. The matron was seated at her desk with her grey, frizzy hair in a bun. The next eldest woman of our community stood beside her grimly. They both looked at me as I entered. I suddenly knew what they were telling everyone.

I had a terminal illness. I was going to die soon.