Nuuya

August 4, 2017

This dream started off with me on the outside of a large building brick build before entering it. Once inside, it was revealed to me that it was actually a supermarket where only a select few people decided to also use as their college room dorm. Actually, only half or so of it was actually a store, whereas the other half was more or less an empty room with a few construction tools strewn about.

With me, there was this owner sort of person who was showing me places I could sleep. Most of them were alongside the open side of the room. On the other side, pretty much all "rooms" were already taken by a total of like four or five people, except for the one closest to the entrance door. At this point, there was a smaller aisle and one last one just enough to fit a bed in - which is pretty much exactly what I was basically thinking of if I for some reason chose that area.

Anyway, the dorm owner admitted that this would probably be better for privacy, but didn't offer as much space as the others. Naturally, I wanted more privacy and at least something resembling a wall around me, so I chose this area.

Time seemed to be skipped, because next thing I knew, I seemed to be a young Indian man with a dorm set up where I had decided to stay. I had a bed, a small table with a console and a game on, and a TV mounted on the wall. At least the two closest people to my dorm came to greet me, and we barely spoke. What was on my mind was that the video game was actually one of the few things my parents had left me... well, I should be clear; it felt more like I was observing him, even when I did see through his eyes.

Either way, time may have skipped again and I found myself as someone else again. Apparently the store part was being attacked by a criminal, and I, who was apparently out of the store, but still nearby, was running to them. While what I actually saw wasn't all that interesting - just the side of the building - I had a mental image of the actual me helping fighting with telekinetic and pyrokinetic powers.

What I had done, basically, was set the person on fire and was in the process of using my telekinesis on him to bring him down. When the two other heroes - or my "eyes" came around the corner, I saw myself thrust my hand to the ground, forcing the criminal to fall on his face.

My vision officially switched back to its origin, allowing me to see through my own eyes right as this aforementioned final action occurred. Right after doing this, I found two orbs in my hands. Both of them had a faint color to them, but the one in my right hand was a faint green with darker green splotches around it. The other was more or less the same, but was instead entirely grey.

With me was this somewhat tall guy who may have acted as police man who commented that I had done a good job, taking the large green ornament like orb from me. I thought these orbs may have something to do with capturing a criminal - like their soul, or in a more literal sense of capturing them like a poké ball. I really wasn't sure, I just knew I had recalled seeing similar shapes of a similar size alongside the front of the warehouse-like store.

Anyway, he started to walk away, or perhaps it was someone else, because the next thing I knew i was in a small forest or park at the side of the store with a man dressed in fashion similar to a superhero with large white bug-like eyes and a green outline on his face.

He was explaining that before one became a "Juushin", one was a "Nuuya", or someone who was still in school to become a hero. This man was apparently a professional hero - or Juushin - and was by no means the first generation of Juushin. The entire dream seemed to suggest that superheroes were around long enough to have schools meant for them to practice and learn and that they either first appeared in Japan, or that the names were suggested by someone who was Japanese.

The dream ended there.


Something close to what the superhero looked like.

A Strange Night

July 28, 2017

I'll start off with being honest; this was a really weird night for me. I went to bed a few hours later than normal, in part because I got my hands on a cup of Pepsi for the first time in months, and I had like a three hour nap prior to eventually going to bed for the night... which happened at around 3:10 AM. I had been going to bed about a hour to two hours earlier, so when I finally did fall asleep, things became sort of strange.

I'm not entirely sure about this initial order of the first two dreams, but I'll just choose one and go with it. The specific order never really mattered anyway, but of course I just like recording it as accurately as possible.

Anyway, the first dream had me in Canada, walking alongside a rather beautiful beach with my best friend, Austin. I'm not entirely sure why we were there, but based off the conversation I had with my online best friend, - Dawn, - I had probably moved with Austin to there. Anyway, we were sort of hanging out when I saw the famous YouTuber, Matthew Santoro. Looking back on it, this was kinda strange. Typically if someone appeared in my dream, I've either seen them in real life or know them, and usually it's not someone I've only seen through videos or pictures. I guess he for some reason embodied my idea of 'Famous Canadian Person' which I find to be even funnier sounding.

Moving on, I tried telling Austin about Santoro, but for a few reasons I just couldn't. I can't entirely remember the exact reasons, but I'm pretty sure one of them included the eccentricity of dreams in which you simply can't talk or that he happened to nearby whenever I got the chance and ability to speak. Anyway, the whole place around us reminded me of a place I had visited on multiple occasions in previous dreams of years passed.

At some point, I found myself in a nearby village, which looked a lot more medieval than modern - such as a small home with a roof made of straw and walls made of wood. I was trying to climb this pillar for no particular reason when this couple with a dog (I think they were American too) came by and apparently caused some trouble for the home owner. Apparently they had scared their baby pigs away and they weren't sure where they were.

Eventually, a bunch of people (including yours truly) climbed a bunch of stairs that lead to an area that overlooked the house. Sure enough, there was a nest on the roof containing a baby pig. Once it was retrieved, I remember putting my hand into the nest for some reason, which was then when the owner explained that there was actually more than one. I immediately knew that the other baby pigs were cell sized - something like sperm.

Yeah, it was pretty gross, even if it just looked one undeveloped pig in a birds nest. It was at this point that I consider the end of the first dream.

The next dream was fairly stranger... well, maybe not? I don't know. I'll let you judge it for yourself.

This dream started me with some of my other friends - Logan and Jacob. There are parts I definitely don't remember, but I know a large part of it was a huge slide that you had to actually pull yourself along - or at least that I had to. Anyway, there were basically two slides, one lead a more direct and quicker path, whereas the other was slower and overall worse. The slide was brightly covered like a children's slide, but it probably was the size of a water-slide you might see at a theme-park.

With understanding that a lot of people haven't actually been to a theme park, basically put, this particularly one was wide enough to fit two fully grown males side-by-side. Eventually more of my less closer friends appeared in the dream, and it basically continued around the idea of this slide. I forgot to mention, the quicker slide would eventually intersect with the slower one, though this was near the bottom. But other than, that's basically all I remember.

My last dream had me just outside of my birth home, which admittedly I find to be a sort of strange way to put things, as it seems to imply that I do not currently live here.. but obviously that's not the point. The point is I saw my cat, Ion, laying in front of my house. My little sister, Becca saw her at about the same time and started to pet her. I, still standing and looking down at the cat was like "Ion, is that you?'

For further reference, at this point in real life, i hadn't seen my cat in a month or two. To be perfectly honest, I think her to be dead if not unofficially adopted by another household. Last we saw her, she was sick and very dirty. We were too lazy to take her in and clean her, which I won't glorify as somehow being a good or wise thing. Either way, I figure it's time I do what I can to move on from her.

Back to the dream, Ion was extremely dirty - dirtier then when we last actually saw her, in fact. Her hair was standing up straight in a similar fashion to having been struck with lightning. She didn't meow, but Becca leaned down to pet her, mostly to feel her fur. She said the cat flinched when she touched a particular side, implying that she was likely injured. The dream ended here, and as far as I'm willing to talk about, that's all the dreams I had that night.

I'll go ahead and admit I had one more extremely vivid but strange dream that regarded some form of body horror. I tried to check if I was awake, as it was fairly shocking, with a pinch to the cheek. I was disappointed by how real it seemed. I know I said I wouldn't talk about it, but to be honest, I just don't want to talk about the more explicit aspects of it. So for now, i suppose I'll leave it at that.

Like I said at the beginning, it was a series of very strange dreams like I hadn't had for years and years. There was only one other mentionable thing after all of these dreams being when I woke up at about 5:30 AM, the door opened and the kitty (Ion's sister, Star, that is) peaked through the door. After a bit I gave her some food... but that wasn't a dream, though I'll admit that this blog is more often then not actually about the dreams and strange moments of the night rather than well.. just the dream.

P.S.
I was in the process of rewriting this initially, but I only got around to re-writing the first part. Hopefully it's not too noticeable.

Live Action Board Game

February 20, 2017:

The dream started off with me watching a crowd surrounding a guy who walked down a path marked with confetti paper, or even construction paper. He'd have to only walk on this path to eventually get around into a large tent and finish this game without running into too many traps. This game looked innocent and fun enough to me, so I decided to do it.

I went into the tent shortly after he finished the game, and it started for me. In the tent, there were mock coffins, which I couldn't help but imagine what if I couldn't fit in them, or if they weren't the correct size for me. I'm only 5'2", so it's pretty unlikely, in case you're wondering. Anyway, I got out of the somewhat dark place, and then took the tent down to reveal a bunch of people - who would help act as my traps - setting it up, moving around chairs and setting down my paper trail to walk on.

Anyway, they quickly finished and I started on my way. I think the first one I walked into was one that threw cake at me, so I had at least one person slam a cake into my body. This person would be the one to follow me most of the time. Either way, I continued on my way until I had to climb over some chairs. Two 'ninja' girls came out and 'attacked' me. I think all they really did was push me down and ruffle my hair up a bit.

I wasn't feeling frustrated or anything, but I did feel it was getting a bit harder to get up, so this time it took about three or two seconds to stand back up, But other than that, I didn't really find much difficulty in doing it. After I got back on my feet, I looked around and saw that they had already set up another row of chairs like this. I had since learned my lesson, so I looked around ot find an alternate route. Sure enough, about 20 feet away, there it was.

I walked towards it, and it went some distance away from what seemed to be the easy way. Eventually, coming down the narrow path, i saw that there was a wider area with maybe like five people stationed at it. Meanwhile, from the end of the place, where there was a crowd of maybe 10 people, they started to throw  red ball - a standard dodge ball, from my experience - over to the 5 kids in front of me. A few of them were either badly aimed or whatever, but some of them came my way and barely came close to hitting me.

When I got even closer to the five kids (all boys, by the way), they started to clearly aim at me. The first one was from the front, I ducked and it flew over my head. The second, from the back, and I leaned to the side, it zooming past me. The next one, again from the front, I just slightly leaned to the side and it missed me again. The last one for me to dodge came from the back again, which I ducked beneath again. The last one came from the one who had been following me the entire time, and he was pretty close to me at this time.

He threw it, and I instantly knew it was too close to dodge, so instead, I hit it away with my hand. He mumbled that it hit me and that I should be out (by the way, the kid was a classmate in real life in middle school. As you might figure, we didn't like each other.) I wasn't certain about the rules, and as the deflecting was purely just my natural reaction, I asked the teacher who hosted it.

He confirmed that it was alright - that it wasn't against the rules, and I continued on my way. At this point, I was pretty much face to face with the final group. They begun to throw the ball back and forth at me, and I think three times before I woke up, I was able to hit it back, slowly moving forward.

Then the dream ended.

The Panancentenial

Okay, this one is EXTREMELY late, but at least I'm finally putting it up.

March 21, 2015

The dream started with me changing, apparently having just showered, and finding I managed to somehow forget to grab a shirt. Leaving the bathroom, I went into my room, finding it to be crowded with three beds. On a large flat screen, Mark and Mar (youngest older brother and his wife) were playing a game in which they were kissing in. They called me out, saying they were about to have sex (in-game) and that I couldn't watch. I retorted by reminding them I was 19, and only wanted to get a shirt from my closet.

Leaving the room with a shirt on, I managed to get stuck between the newly added bed, the wall, and a backpack which I noted should have been easy to get over. While I was stuck, I spoke to a third person staying in the room; a native African male who was likely related to my older sister's husband. We quickly found each other cool, and I finally managed to get over the backpack. Exiting my room, I found about three girls standing there, apparently also being loosely related to me. At this point, I was beginning to wonder what was going on.

The scene changed, skipping some time. Now, I just got out of our family van and found that my mother had driven herself, my father, my little sister and I to a prison field. It was full of people (mostly males) wearing orange vests, and blue vests. My inner monologue explained that those wearing orange were the prisoners, while those with blue were the chaperoning guards. Even though I questioned the apparent lack of consistency with this rule. I did think something like "Oh, so the prisoners really do wear orange."

Suddenly, the prisoners. cheered, quickly leaving the premise. A gang of four wearing green bandannas walked by us. I looked up and made brief eye contact with the leader; a black man in a wheel chair. The gang begun to speak to us, but my dad stood up and begun to uncharacteristically swear, talking in a stereotypical black gangster dialect. One of the members, named their gang as "The PPP", which my dad attempted to interpret the meaning of. I don't quite remember any of them. but one of the final guesses included the words"People" and "Plaza". After this, they vanished and the fiasco came to a close.

Celebration broke out; apparently over the "Panancentenial", which I didn't quite understand the point of making such a big deal out of it... rather, I didn't understand it all. As you might figure, there was pan-related puns on flying streamers. Fireworks coloured the sky, forming the number "10,000". Eventually, I stood up and found my mother had gone to pickup the others and drop them off here.

Shortly after seeing some trays laying on our vehicles trunk, my mother came back wtih some of the guests, so I hung around them a bit. Eventually, the celebration ended, and I was standing by our church - which had been there the entire time - and a few girls walked around me, forming a circle around me. Shying away, I found I was able to close my eyes but still see their silhouettes and dodge around them as they formed the circle.

I turned to the church, the others having left now, and saw that there were small openings on the side of what would otherwise be the entrance. Knowing this was the proper way to get in and out, I tried to climb them, but failed. Despite my inability to squeeze through the small openings, I could clearly see much larger men squeeze through it with ease. Giving up, I went to the roof and dropped in. I was immediately silently greeted by a hunched over deacon in the form of a slowly sliding, nearly man-sized porcelain doll.

I gratefully took a pamphlet from him and proceeded to enter the auditorium... or rather, try to. Despite the far larger opening, I was unable to get into it, even if I was crawling on my belly and going in between the large, porcelain statue's legs. Annoyed, I rained a bar the statue held and crawled between the legs. As I met the main room, the pastor said I'd be damned to hell for doing what I just did. Essentially giving up, I pushed the statue over, shattering it. I then ran over to grab an average sized doll on a pedestal at the end of the room that acted as our deity, and quickly escaped.

In another room, I begun to beat the doll, my little sister joining to help. The doll cursed her, declaring her to be useless. Suddenly, I recalled how to defeat it, so I united a silk ribbon and retied it, crisscrossing the opposite way. The doll stopped speaking, so I stretched it's plastic-like material, tossing it out of the window.

As the dream cam to an end, my inner monologue explained that I later burned it. I t was never seen again.

DEDI

February 10, 2017

The series of dreams for this night started with my family going to visit the beach with a shed which was atop a hill that had its slope covered in grass and trees, which plummeted down into the water. In one direction, it seemed to more or less continue in this fashion, but in the other it would go down into a proper sandy beach that would connect directly with the water.

While my little sister and i were walking alongside the edge of this steep hill right behind the shed, I heard a women screaming, crying for help. "You, kids, up there, help me!" Naturally, we were confused and scared. We didn't want to die, but at the same time, our inclination to help those in trouble did kick in a bit.

Even though my little sister barely seemed to react, apparently she had heard it too, so we ran towards our parents and... didn't say anything. Instead, we found ourselves on the beach in the dark, just sort of relaxing. It was around this that something large was seen swimming towards us. I didn't know what it was, but I did know it was dangerous, so I attempted to run up the sandy hill and back to firm dirt a hundred or so feet away.

I couldn't get up, and i heard who might've been one of my older brothers say that he recognized it as Deadie. The voice i heard earlier spoke, this time sounding angry, clarifying that it was in fact named and pronounced "D-E-D-I". Despite my current situation, I couldn't help but wonder what that might have stood for.

Either way, I continued to try to run up the sandy hill, consistently failing long enough to see fully see D.E.D.I. The creature, like I had said, looked very dinosaur esque; a relatively small but wide reptile head with a ax shape on the top of it, starting from a smaller bit, and going out to be a wider shape that you might also describe to be a fan shape. it's fins were extremely wide, and almost shaped like that of a manta rays.

And it's tail Looked to be scaly, with a single spike near the end, pointing up. The creature was around the size of an average whale and had sharp teeth. This sharp teeth were used to eat my older brother as I continued to attempt to escape its vicinity. Before I could do this, or get eaten, I woke up and this part of the dream ended.

In this continual dream, I woke up around four or so times and I can remember most of my thoughts whenever I did, but I feel writing them down to be unnecessary, so instead, from now on, I will just say I woke up and went back to sleep.

So I went back to sleep, and the dream continued with me sitting at this beach again. It appeared we had been sitting around a campfire, recounting these events, perhaps as truth or as a myth. We saw something in the distance that resembled DEDI's rocky/scaly tail, so we begun to climb up the hills towards our home.

Up ahead of his were semi-zigzagged shaped glass towers that clearly once made up a series of homes for people. I had the feeling of loneliness looking at this place, and from this, I knew that I lived in a world or area that was now mostly empty, leaving only the still running electricity of our parents and those before us.

Eventually, we walked past one of these buildings, and I was able to look inside one of them in detail. There was a large TV resting on the ground, a show still on, and an empty, comfortable looking arm chair. Next to it, a few floors up, I saw very faint lights shining onto what appeared to be a floor that was never inhabited, as it was completely empty. I think I woke up again, and went back to sleep to find myself at a playground-like place.

You know those things that you'd climb into and climb around and that resemble vents in games or movies? There were a bunch of things like that, though my mind implied this was actually used as one way to get around or even send messages. It's pretty regular for me to think 'What if the world was like this" or to create the world of a story around me as I dream, so I'm typically semi-lucid in my dreams, though I rarely have control - it's more like a dull awareness.

Anyway, I'm mostly just sitting here, thinking of this and realizing some of the clear circular pipes resembled something hamsters would use to play with (these ones were a lot smaller than the rectangular ones the other kids were climbing through). When the older man tried to climb something, and stated that he was getting too old for this - how he used to be a lot more nimble.

I woke up yet again and went back to sleep, now finding myself climbing up a metallic but sort of minimalist tower that may have once been a lookout tower. A bunch of his were hoping to climb to the top and use that as our protection against something that would eventually appear tonight. I knew they could either be large and aggressive bugs, or very grey zombies.

When we got to the top, we saw it had a sideways bar door closing the top of it off, and a baby laying there. I'm not really sure if it was alive or not, but most of us accepted that we shouldn't go in there and disturb the protection of it, and went back down. Those who saw it first - including myself - warned the people who were going up it, and most of them listened and turned around to climb down the stairs. But a group of three or so didn't and went in anyway. As dreams are, a little bit of time skipped and I found myself at the top of the tower again, seeing the mummified baby still wrapped up laying in its place.

Based off this, I could reason that we'd prefer to not disturb the dead, or even that opening it caused it to die and rot away. Either way, I think I woke up again and went back to sleep for what seemed like the umpteenth time. I'll admit at this point, it was around 4 to 5 AM, so I knew I was probably going to get up soon, but that really doesn't matter. Anyway, the dream continued upon falling asleep.

I found myself in a lobby, having just went down marble stairs. The doors opened, and four extremely grey zombies stumbled in. We were forced to stay as still as we could, and one of them who was almost white of color and who had strange runes (which also resembled Japanese or Chinese) going up both of the sides of his face stood there. Inside my head, I was both analyzing them and hoping that I could stay perfectly still for them to not mind us.

We survived, and they went away. Time skipped and I found myself in an underground place. We were looking through some windows and we saw a bunch of cult-like people standing on a balcony overlooking the center of the place. Admittedly, this is where it got weird. They praised a flag (in which none of us could see) and peed over the edge onto the bottom floor in which many balconies surrounded (I have no idea what these structures are called, but you might've sen them in videos or in person). They went away in a line, and our much smaller group went into this room.

We saw that over the balcony was a carpeted ground that clearly wasn't meant to be peed on, but who really knew what was going through their heads. At the relative back of the room, was some dark stares going down to a large room in which an even large group then what we saw were eating what may have been their lunch.

Finally, I looked at the wall and saw a flag resembling the flag of the United States, though I don't recall seeing any stars on it, and there might've been no white box where the stars would've been. we went around this same area, some us noticing that the thing that was supposed to stop you from falling off was impractically small. I, being scared of heights, wanted to at least get to a wider area. Anyway, the leader - the older man - shouted something in what was apparently Hebrew, as I knew it was Jewish related.

The flag turned into a Jewish flag which, admittedly, resembled the Isis flag closer with a white overall color and black writing that would look like scribbles to those who couldn't read it. We all went down on our knees and begun praying to the flag and to our lord. I felt a bit awkward, because I honestly didn't think God was the way they thought he was, but nonetheless, I went down on my knees and prayed my own prayer,

I prayed for a pure heart and strength, and I begun to feel my spirit leave my body. It felt very odd and sort of like ti wasn't supposed to happen, but I pushed myself hard enough for my spirit to fully leave my body. Though I mostly still saw blackness, I knew where I was, and begun to explore the small bit of this place I had already seen, including the lunchroom in which people were now exiting and looking up to see us on our knees. praying.

I came back to my body, and we heard a voice mentioning DEDI, saying that DEDI was very deceptive. Finally, I woke up the last time and saw it was 6 AM.