Dreaming in Digital

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.

Everyone in Middle Earth gathered to watch The Lord of the Rings trilogy when night began to fall. There were many that I didn't recognize, of dwarves, hobbits, elves and humans, and they were seated on a grassy hill in rings, like in a sports stadium. I walked around looking for quests to do, as if I were in the Lord of the Rings Online MMORPG. I found Legolas with Gimli seated before him, so I zigzagged towards them, and asked Legolas if he knew of any quests. Materializing in front of him were plain, shining, gold rings, a little larger and thicker than wedding bands. He began breaking them in half so they lost their glow and became ghostly blue ones. After he'd done that, there were no other quest for me to do. I also spoke to an elegant elven maiden who told me Aragorn didn't attend the movie screenings, and I wondered what he was up to as a king.

Not sure where to start. I lived in the basement of my house and I was working on something at midnight. Shortbread was on my computer and she showed me a site to watch streaming movies. I had something to do in the kitchen, maybe make something, so I climbed the stairs to get there. The kitchen was different from my kitchen in real life. It was bigger, and the sink was built into the island counter. As I was washing dishes, my mom and dad came into the room. There were two knives I soaped up and I placed one on the counter, so I could rinse off the other. My dad stacked a plate on top of that knife so when I reached for it, I cut myself grabbing the blade bit, because I'd forgotten the blade part was facing me. My mom produced a tub of lychee and jackfruit in syrup from an overhead cupboard, and told me to submerge my cut in it so it'd heal faster. After bandaging it, I realized it was four in the morning, so I foolishly rushed to wash the rest of the dishes before heading downstairs to my room to get some sleep. I grabbed four rice cracker sticks (one of which I wanted to eat as a snack before bed) to pack in my purse for school, and headed down the stairs. Downstairs, Cookie's cousin, Apple, paced around on our laminate flooring, waiting for him. I offered him three cracker sticks, one for him and the other two for his siblings, but I realized I should give the fourth one too, and since I didn't open my snack yet, I gave it to him too. Cookie came and the two of them were off to go somewhere. When I finally entered my room, this is where the first dream cuts.

The second dream was in an animated world. I entered high school and saw a bunch of girls gathered in the corner of some display cases. There were several on the wall, some were in floor cases parallel to them. I ignored the girls and noticed a pretty boy who I knew. It was Wally West from Young Justice. I knew he was pretty, but I didn't realize he was that pretty. He seemed down, so I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his stomach while his hands caught my butt so I wouldn't fall. I cupped his face with my hands, squishing his cheeks. I noticed he had red stubble all over his jaw and chin. "You grew facial hair," I said. "Suits you. Looks cute." He happily replied, "You think so?" In my head, although, for a long time, I thought his best friend, Dick Grayson, was cute, I thought I might just like Wally more. This dream ended when we kissed and my hand knocked over a stack of violet cards on top of one of the floor cases, advertising something, most likely an event.

The third dream had Cookie's university female friends participating in some kind of beauty pageant. Even though I traveled with them, I barely spoke with any of them; I was being ignored and not purposely. I followed them upstairs to the first room for a physical examination test, and once everyone was gone, I climbed down and forlornly waited on a table set by a potted tree. The place looked similar to the Living Arts Centre. A friend of ours approached me, and she wasn't participating in the events. She was a wise friend, and I think she was Bunny, my friend from university. Together, we went upstairs to check if the girls finished, but they were already gone. We climbed higher and found they've entered the next room, so we went back to the middle floor and sat inside a children's play house, one built for a sandbox. We talked about the girls,  and how I was feeling left out. Bunny asked if I wanted to see how they were doing in the competition, and when I agreed, we called a number on our cell phones and dialed someone's contestant number when prompted. I ended up with info for someone named Brianna when I was searching for Peach. Bunny dialed someone's number correctly, and I cant remember if they were doing well. This is where the third dream ends.

In the last dream, I was at work with the grandparents of the owner of the restaurant. Suddenly, a crowd appeared and it was Peach and the other contestants from the beauty pageant. Grams told me to go to the back and get something from Gramps, so I rushed into the back kitchen and Gramps made me wait for it... whatever it was. With urgency, I looked behind and at the crowd. Our goal is to serve everyone, and not lose any customers that walk out who were waiting. I learned Peach and the others learned I was worked here so they visited me.