Dreaming in Digital

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

20231018 I was house sitting a large house with white walls and furniture and wooden accents and trim. I don't remember how he found me, but one of Cookie's friends, J (he met through the MOBA, League of Legends) knocked on the door. We were shocked that coincidentally we met. He was tall, with short, dark blond, wavy hair. He was here from the United States because he just started university in Kingston. It was autumn and a little cold outside.

I can't remember the contents of this dream, but he soon left. I went to use the powder room and noticed J forgot one of his bags. As soon as the home's owner returned, I decided to drive the bag over to the university.

Tuesday, October 17, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 7:21 AM

20231017 It was like watching an episode of Miraculous Ladybug. Marinette's class was visiting a museum or laboratory with white walls and floors. A villain appeared and the two became Ladybug and Cat Noir. As they fought the villain, Ladybug said something stupid and dismissive of Cat Noir, and after the battle, he left angrily.

I followed Chat Noir a little, as Ladybug made excuses and tried to get him to understand. I don't remember how.

At the end, everyone returned to class, in which the seating arrangement resembled a North American school system's: students' desks faced each other in a circle. The desks and chairs were white and seemed like they were moulded together. As students sat down, they noticed two pamphlets on everyone's desks. As Marinette, Adrien, and friends enter the classroom, the ask, “what's this?”

Nino, picking up one and flipping through its pages replied excitedly, “it's a theory on the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir!”

Marinette's and Adrien's faces panic as they watch their class rush to pick up the pamphlets on their desk.

Saturday, October 7, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:07 AM

20231007 On this night, I was a majorette/colour guard again. For some reason, I had to do one last show twenty years after I've quit. My cousin was a baton user, but she switched to colour guard after I left. We lined up for our performance, as a man, the MC, announced we'd do a certain song. Unfortunately I didn't know the song or its routine, but I laid my flag on the ground along with a hammer my cousin set in line with everyone else's flags.

When the song began, she grabbed my flag and I was confused as I was sure I brought my flag. I grabbed the hammer, and as soon as I could, swapped it with a broom handle that lay near my feet. I vocalized my confusion and my cousin admitted she put hers in the wash, and it wasn't done yet, hence the hammer.

The song ended to my relief, and so did the show. My cousin and the rest of the majorettes stated they were starving, so we rushed into the foyer. To our surprise, everything was destroyed. The audience was rioting. Little fires were everywhere as the rioters looted the room.

I was with Nightwing (Batman's first Robin, all gtown up) in a kitchen, well lit with the morning's sun. Still in his vigilante uniform, he leaned over the backrest of a chair as his attention was focused on something on the table. I watched him as he thought, before Jason Todd (Batman's second Robin, also grown up with the identity of Red Hood) walked up beside me with his arms crossed.

Monday, October 2, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:57 AM

20231002 I was a vigilante at night. With my grappling hook, I would swing from building to building.

Friday, September 29, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 7:51 AM

20230929 In the news, a horrible earthquake happened in California. I was with my mother-in-law and father-in-law who were watching the news on her cell

phone. Millions of people died, either crushed by debris or swallowed into the earth.

I was filled with dread as I thought of all my aunts and uncles who live in San Fransciso and San Diego. I was scared and worried, I began to cry.

My vision turned into one where I was in a car traveling the streets of San Fransisco, dreadfully looking at all the damage of collapsed buildings and places where the pavement was torn and opened up.

Monday, September 18, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 7:41 AM

20230918

I was in a strategy meeting aboard one of the Venator-class Star Destroyers during the time the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Separatists were at war in 19BBY - The Clone Wars (in Star Wars). Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano (in her Mandalorian outfit), Anakin Skywalker, Commander Cody, Captain Rex and I surrounded a holotable, while other, younger, Jedi and clones stood lengthways away, carefully listening to the battle plans.

This hadn't been the only time we'd stood here, discussing our next move. We've completed mission after mission with some success or failure. We stood, once again, in the dimly lit room with faces illuminated by the blue glow of the projections.

My eyes wandered to Kenobi every few minutes, searching for an emotion - a sign he was upset - but the older man was stone-faced and his voice never wavered. I knew what happened to his commander. I knew he was hurt, and he wasn't well. I also knew how close he was to him.

"Are you okay?" I whispered when the others seemed focused or out of earshot.

Before he could respond, Ashoka asked, "Why do you keep asking? Is something wrong?" She showed worry in her eyes but a tinge of exasperation in her voice.

All eyes in the room were on me. I felt my face flush, mortified that I'd lacked discretion, and dumbfounded that I'd given myself away.

With my eyes on the floor, I made my way to the closest corner of the room and sat on the cold, steel floor. As I wrapped my arms around my knees, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see one of the clones looking at me reassuringly.

As I watched the meeting continue and play out. Sometimes Cody would shift his weight from one foot to another, but only Kenobi, Rex and I would notice.

Monday, September 4, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:05 AM

20230904 i can remember bits of my dream. I was at a country fair, participating in contests. I had fought with a blonde southern lady about being in a spot, and a southern young man about contest entries. He said to vote for “Bo [something]”. At the end of my dream, I was scooping chips into paper bags that I wanted to take back to my mom.

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