Dreaming in Digital

20210202

In a gallery room, I was with Flan. He was working on paintings and drawings, and was slowly filling the walls. But on this particular day, the gallery manager barged in, angry. He yelled at Flan, who was busy painting on a Bristol board sheet of a forest bathed in sunset. He was angry because this was the gallery's main attraction, and the walls weren't covered in art. The gallery was going to open soon.

I laid down on blanket was spread across the floor by a coffee table and fell asleep. In bird's-eye-view, I saw the days rapidly pass, from day to night and back around. Another girl came in and slept under the coffee table.

When I awoke, it was dark. Something felt wrong, as if it was the end of the world. I got to my feet, grabbing my purse and slung it cross-body. I climbed out the first window I saw. There was a trail of sunset in the purply-grey sky. Many people were running away, somewhere. I met with a [Bosmer] and a couple of humans. We ran into an apartment building and up the stairs to the second floor.

We holed off in a room, no bigger than 10' x 5'. The walls were stark white and carpeted in grey. Against the wall was a queen sized bed. To one wall was a line of 4 doors, each a different style and size. One of the doors had a foot from the bottom missing, so we tried to keep out of sight. We needed to rest and wait for daylight, so everyone cuddled up in the bed. I began locking the doors, and as I got to the last one, the Bosmer told me to wait for his wife. Not too long, his wife rushed through the door and slid into bed beside the Bosmer. The bed had five people on it, so I slept on the floor.

I woke up to wood cracking and saw a hand reach under the door, trying to reach us. I screamed, startled, thinking it was a zombie, and shook everyone awake. The Bosmer hopped out of bed and said, "time to go!" He told us to take only what we needed. I grabbed my purse and picked up my Gen2 iPod from the floor. I picked up a bag or yarn, but paused realizing I had to find a crochet hook. Dropping the bag, I ran out the door with the last few of us survivors, and closed the door behind me.

There was a wooden ship on wooden tracks waiting for us. Half already left on another boat. Once I got in, the operator behind me pushed an oar off the ground, paddling us forward. We tilted downhill and sped up. I felt my body get pushed forward as we rolled downhill. It felt like a rollercoaster, except not as scary.

20210122

I worked for World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) and I got to tour with the boys.

I saw Michelle McCool talk on Zoom to family and friends on her laptop. When she picked it up, I saw sticky markings of tape on the bottom of the laptop. I also saw her daughter.

One night, a group of men picked on one of the performers and a fight broke out. Gang versus wrestlers: I could do nothing but watch. At the end, everyone was bruised, but I had to get them on the tour bus and on our way to the next gig. I helped Jeff Hardy sit up as he was lying on a table. There were puncture wounds on his back and another larger one was bleeding heavily. I put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

On the ground floor of a small mall, some stickers covered the window of a facility. I read a sign at the door saying they'd be starting a WWE training facility here. On the wall, I saw a trophy case with a championship belt and John Cena's chains. I got excited and ran to tell Cookie, while turning back to point at the display. This young man took the chains and ran. I went after him because he was stealing. I ran past Batista and Cena doing a TV interview and I yelled, "they've got Cena's chains!"

I lost his trail a second to find another guy run past me with the belt. I followed him to the parking lot, where he jumped into the same truck as the chain thief.

It was sunset when I followed them to their house. I banged on the door; they opened it. I attacked them, yelling, "you thieves!"

They tried to stop me, yelling "whoa, whoa, whoa! I work for them!" I stopped when a man in a suit rushed in and said that was the truth.

20201204

In a dated period of Japan, I was in the shoes of a young Japanese woman in an everyday kimono; my chestnut hair was long and braided down my back. I was delivering a sword I'd made to a man during the festival. Wandering into an old, wooden shop. I asked a lady in a lavished kimono, who stood behind a booth desk, if she'd seen Mr. Sayaka...? Sakaya? (I struggled with his name in the dream). She hadn't, and so I wandered further into the wooden structure which resembled a mall. I took the stairs down to see a troll. Charging towards it, I realized Sayado-san was curled into a ball beneath it, protecting a little boy. I kicked it. I pulled out the sword, getting his attention and giving them time to run. The troll picked me up and flung me into the air.

(I woke up because of my alarm)
Awaking somewhere else outside the mall, I ran into the same entrance I took before and down the stairs to find the troll being prodded by young men with sticks. I looked around for Sayamo-san, who was nowhere to be found. The sword was missing as well. As it swiped at the boys, I jumped in, punching it on the side of it's face. Landing, I led it away from the cowering boys, and up another set of stairs, towards a sitting area with books shelved across the walls. The troll swiped me in there, and soon I noticed Sakayo-san had his arms around me with the sword by his side. He had greying hair, probably twenty years older than I was, but his face was still quite young.

I can't remember who saved us, but it was someone from the [King of Fighters] (not Iori, Kyo, or K'). They smacked the troll around and then led the troll away from us. Samako-san pulled me to my feet, and as my legs couldn't stay steady, he held me in a hug. I felt my chest swell and my cheeks flush as he kissed me. When I could stand on my own, he left with the sword.

(Another part after waking)
I walked along a dock to see two familiar faces with their toddler, sitting at a picnic bench and relaxing from the festivities.

(Woke up again)
I was running along a wall, away from something. Along the way, I waved to a boy. "Hi Kusanagi," I yelled as I ran past him.

 20201203

Cookie and I travelled to a hotel resort for Mango's and Papaya's wedding. I was helping their wedding set up until I realized the time was 3:30pm. I found Cookie and we rushed back to our room to get ready.

On the way, I saw Papaya already in her white dress and I hid to avoid her. I wore my black summer dress because my formal attire would take me a while to get ready.

 20201128

In my kitchen, I poured some milk in a dark blue mug and drank. As I finished the milk, I felt something smooth and solid slip into my mouth. Immediately, I stopped drinking, and as I abruptly pulled the mug from my lips, I heard something rattle in it. It was shards of glass. My mug was broken. I spat out the glass carefully, and dumped the cup's contents into the garbage.

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