October 24, 2018
There's a lot of this dream I don't remember. What I remember is that it's chapter so-and-so of a series I had apparently been dreaming up. I vaguely remembering having had dreamt up the previous chapters, and that they were roughly 1,000 words long each, but unfortunately I don't remember the other character arcs. All I know is that they were similar and they were based around the same characters defeating their rival / arch nemesis. So, instead of telling the original chapter 1, I'll start off with what I can.
We were surrounded in a swamp, and we were here for a really good reason. There was a homeless man who had good intentions, but in his hands was a powerful wand that could destroy and sink dungeons. The wand had, apparently, been given to us by our enemies - nameless people who either worked for an organization or another country. Either way, we both spoke English.
Earlier, I had gotten covered in swamp water, and I only wanted to shower. We had no access to a bath, but there was a material called slimer that would act as a quick cleaning device if one were to be covered in the thick green goo. Despite this, it also acted as an energy. It was sort of like a shower gel, but taken to a very literal degree.
Anyway, I was in the large but empty tent, surrounded by my four other friends. They were talking about slimer, and I jumped forward to ask about it. At first what they said wasn't that helpful - that it was apparently from a movie, but we didn't have any spare slimer that i could use. I got a bit upset that they thought i cared about this much, and I pushed to ask where you could make it from.
They clarified and said that it could be made from rubber. I pushed past them and into the swamp. I looked to my right, and saw the group of my adversaries. They saw me too and started running towards me, holding various blunt objects. I looked forward and there was the homeless man I had been looking for.
We had, of course, been on his tail for quite some time at this point - at least a month or two - as had our enemies. I pulled out small red balls that appeared and had the consistency of bouncy balls. I threw one at the ground near an enemy in the distance. Despite the ground being only as firm as solid dirt, it bounced off with force and knocked the person to the ground. One of eight were down.
The homeless man, understandably, was intimated. I was upset and smelling awful. He started to run, and I chased after him, the small group chasing after me in turn. In my head, I was thinking of how all I had to do was grab his shoe and melt down the soles of it to make slimer. He ran and leapt over swamp water onto another set of firm dirt. I turned back and saw they were closer, throwing a couple more bouncy balls. A few missed, but two took out people. I jumped over the swamp water.
We were stuck on a small island now. There wasn't any firm ground to jump onto from here. The homeless man made a mistake and was now trapped. But so was I as the fast moving enemies came upon me, blocking the way off the island. The man was on the ground when the leader pushed me down to meet it, holding me to it.
I had faced him previously (apparently), and he was the one that had gotten me covered in swamp water some bit ago. Of course I was a bit desperate and pissed off, but I had greater problems, as far as I was concerned.
He looked to the homeless man. "You really shouldn't have used it on the dungeon. No matter, though, we can wait for it to come back out of the swamp," then he met my gaze, grinning. "I bet that makes you terrified - unable to get any slimer."
He returned his smile, and he responded to it with shocked confusion. "No, actually. I was just thinking of how I didn't want to get my socks dirty." I started to punch him over and over. He was unable to do anything. Since we last met, I had gotten stronger. Indeed, though he wasn't weak compared to me, I was not the least bit scared of him. At worst, I was disappointed I was unable to get in a word with the poor homeless man.
The dream ended after I gradually broke my "rivals" nose, him still pinning me to the ground. In the long run, I think this dream provided a feel and world that really intrigued me. It was vague in a way dreams commonly are, but nevertheless had enough detail and world building to be specific enough to create a story off it. Every once in awhile, in the middle of my dreams I would become semi-aware that what I was experiencing was a dream and that I liked what I saw and would like to write a story on it. This was one of those, suffice it to say.
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Monday, October 22, 2018
Benevolence [+ Established & Assumed Lore]
October 21, 2018
This dream was a very rare one. I rarely have a sequel dream, and if it is, it's usually very calming and simple, as I would walk around the grounds of various schools. But this one was a lot more specific. I've had dreams where I would be playing a game on the PSP. It was an extremely difficult aRPG who's story I had mostly forgotten.
What I do know is that you would run around on the overworld, seeing monsters (and bandits alike) and would be able to attack them to stun them, and not enter a battle. If you ran into them or if they managed to attack you, a battle would commence. In this world, the world was already very damaged, but there still stood many statues of a goddess that would allow you to save the game. This goddess was named "Benevolence". Another interesting thing is, it took a very long time to level, and the game didn't really give you much time. Even in my dreams I disliked this aspect of it, but apparently I had ground up to level 14, had a party of people with me, and was on the final event of the game.
With me was an orb resembling something like this;
It was yellow, floating behind my character. Everything was dark and the overworld was covered in monsters and bandit, chaos striking the world, sending it into pure madness as everything begun to fall apart. The statues of Benevolence were now rare and far between, destroyed after the fight and after the destruction of society. it was when I was near a peninsula. In the distance was a Gothic lighthouse / church, then in the distance, across the lake were the walls where a once gorgeous city stood. It was still very much beautiful, but now it stood ominously in the dark-blue sky, the music letting out an uneasy, distraught violin.
It was on this peninsula that the goddess appeared before me. Though she once took on a fully opaque form, her feet were now translucent. She had been drained of power from the final villain, who took the form of my companion, except a dark purple, and in her feet were similar energy forms, though it was mildly confusing, these did belong to Benevolence, but her once pure and strong form had left the energy in her feet drained and nearly completely corrupt.
Here, she picked my character up and set a hand on his head, blessing him with a 1 million years worth of experience. Of course, it did not stand for one million years in the real world, but that of in universe, but even with this much experience, I only just made it to level 15 - 1 level. I was powerful for a human, but as one, I was far weaker than the creators and the manifestations of Darkness and Benevolence, even teaming amongst other very powerful humans.
Truly, the world was doomed, and playing the game, I felt the same. This was, again, the reason I had not played this game in a long time. With the additional level (which even to me and in-game, wasn't much), I crossed the lake to a hill. There, I saw a man sitting idly on a hill. His name read HiBob. In fact, this is the username my brother uses regularly, and in this dream, it WAS my brother. He had "only" reached level 9, and he had long been off. The game had a function that, if someone played the game nearby, there player character would be left in the place they had last been.
He had not played in quite some time, and I wanted to tell him the game was good, but at the time, I wouldn't have the chance to do so.
The dream ended inconclusive, as had the others where I had experienced this game. Indeed, I had explored the world of this game and it's mechanics so much in previous dreams, when I awoke, I wasn't uncertain it wasn't real. Many different things about it resembled other real games. From the fast paced button mashing action of a Kingdom Hearts game, and the complexity of battle of a Street Fighter or Monster Hunter entree, and to the lonely feel outside of outposts of Guild Wars. And also to the feel of a sprawling, but relatively empty world covered with monsters of many old MMORPGs.
The scope was enormous, and perhaps even this description is somewhat misleading, as this was likely to only be the HUB area of the game. Nevertheless, it was a very story centric area, and would represent a decent proportion of one's impressions.
This dream was a very rare one. I rarely have a sequel dream, and if it is, it's usually very calming and simple, as I would walk around the grounds of various schools. But this one was a lot more specific. I've had dreams where I would be playing a game on the PSP. It was an extremely difficult aRPG who's story I had mostly forgotten.
What I do know is that you would run around on the overworld, seeing monsters (and bandits alike) and would be able to attack them to stun them, and not enter a battle. If you ran into them or if they managed to attack you, a battle would commence. In this world, the world was already very damaged, but there still stood many statues of a goddess that would allow you to save the game. This goddess was named "Benevolence". Another interesting thing is, it took a very long time to level, and the game didn't really give you much time. Even in my dreams I disliked this aspect of it, but apparently I had ground up to level 14, had a party of people with me, and was on the final event of the game.
With me was an orb resembling something like this;
A VERY rough sketch of what the orb / wisp looked like.
It was yellow, floating behind my character. Everything was dark and the overworld was covered in monsters and bandit, chaos striking the world, sending it into pure madness as everything begun to fall apart. The statues of Benevolence were now rare and far between, destroyed after the fight and after the destruction of society. it was when I was near a peninsula. In the distance was a Gothic lighthouse / church, then in the distance, across the lake were the walls where a once gorgeous city stood. It was still very much beautiful, but now it stood ominously in the dark-blue sky, the music letting out an uneasy, distraught violin.
A rough sketch of the peninsula, with the walls of the city in the distance
It was on this peninsula that the goddess appeared before me. Though she once took on a fully opaque form, her feet were now translucent. She had been drained of power from the final villain, who took the form of my companion, except a dark purple, and in her feet were similar energy forms, though it was mildly confusing, these did belong to Benevolence, but her once pure and strong form had left the energy in her feet drained and nearly completely corrupt.
Here, she picked my character up and set a hand on his head, blessing him with a 1 million years worth of experience. Of course, it did not stand for one million years in the real world, but that of in universe, but even with this much experience, I only just made it to level 15 - 1 level. I was powerful for a human, but as one, I was far weaker than the creators and the manifestations of Darkness and Benevolence, even teaming amongst other very powerful humans.
Truly, the world was doomed, and playing the game, I felt the same. This was, again, the reason I had not played this game in a long time. With the additional level (which even to me and in-game, wasn't much), I crossed the lake to a hill. There, I saw a man sitting idly on a hill. His name read HiBob. In fact, this is the username my brother uses regularly, and in this dream, it WAS my brother. He had "only" reached level 9, and he had long been off. The game had a function that, if someone played the game nearby, there player character would be left in the place they had last been.
He had not played in quite some time, and I wanted to tell him the game was good, but at the time, I wouldn't have the chance to do so.
The dream ended inconclusive, as had the others where I had experienced this game. Indeed, I had explored the world of this game and it's mechanics so much in previous dreams, when I awoke, I wasn't uncertain it wasn't real. Many different things about it resembled other real games. From the fast paced button mashing action of a Kingdom Hearts game, and the complexity of battle of a Street Fighter or Monster Hunter entree, and to the lonely feel outside of outposts of Guild Wars. And also to the feel of a sprawling, but relatively empty world covered with monsters of many old MMORPGs.
The scope was enormous, and perhaps even this description is somewhat misleading, as this was likely to only be the HUB area of the game. Nevertheless, it was a very story centric area, and would represent a decent proportion of one's impressions.
LORE
I emphasize, the next part, for the most part WAS NOT IN THE DREAM. Some of it was implied and outlined. Think of the following as a mix of conclusions from pre-established material.
The
world was once a place covered in statues to Goddess Benevolence. She
may have not been the first maker, but she was such a being that kept
the peace among the world and its monsters. If things ever got out of a
hand, there were young people who went
around, killing monsters. They were known both as Guardians of the Gods
and Explorers of the Gods, naturally that of Benevolence's.
Their bravery and persistence drew them to a powerful state of humanity, allowing them to bring down fearful monsters as a team. In the grand scheme they were not powerful beings, but with teamwork, they were capable of taking down Gods.
People who weren't strong enough, perhaps because of age or lack of bravery spent most of their time in their cities, naturally enough, occasionally going back and forth from large city to a neighboring large city. Along the road, were of course these Benevolence statues, where they would regularly pray at, asking for protection. As time went by, the brave became weaker and weaker. Those corrupted by evil became bandits, and wandered the open world.
Things were becoming dangerous, so they slowly built walls of stone that would protect them from bandits and monsters. The statues stayed in good condition, having been upkept by the goddesses's existence and power.
When the game had started, these walls had became ancient. Many, many generations saw their entire life behind them. The world was still full of hope, but masked beneath it was a deep fear of what lay beyond what they knew. Most who had left the walls would not come back, and very rarely returned dead, much less alive.
Those few who returned living further convinced those to stay outside. But as humans were, the mangled look of these people sometimes inspired people to go beyond the walls and one up each other.
The main character was once such. In the walls, people pretended there was nothing to be scared of, and technically speaking, there really wasn't. The impenetrable walls were indeed extremely effective, but naturally this only encompassed a small bit of the world; much of it was infested with monsters and bandits, who had somehow joined side by side with the legions of creatures.
The main character, was of course, one such brave soul. And beyond the walls he discovered just as people had spoke. Everyone else ignored what it meant, but the hero had read the ancient stories; of how the world was once pure, clean and populated. As the story goes on, more and more is revealed about what had happened, and indeed, there still stood people outside of their city, and even in different cities and outposts.
Somewhere, in the desert there was a small band of dark-skinned humans who lived on the thin edges of cliffs bordered by plateaus of jungles and barren crevices between each area.
The world was in danger, and though he didn't know at first, he was to go around it and find other brave souls.
Despite their efforts, despite almost defeating a god-tier being, they failed. With this being of pure evil, they almost lost benevolence - the goddess and the mere idea. Things became worse and worse, but still this brave group fought. Even if they barely held any hope in their hearts anymore, they fought with all of they had.
Their bravery and persistence drew them to a powerful state of humanity, allowing them to bring down fearful monsters as a team. In the grand scheme they were not powerful beings, but with teamwork, they were capable of taking down Gods.
People who weren't strong enough, perhaps because of age or lack of bravery spent most of their time in their cities, naturally enough, occasionally going back and forth from large city to a neighboring large city. Along the road, were of course these Benevolence statues, where they would regularly pray at, asking for protection. As time went by, the brave became weaker and weaker. Those corrupted by evil became bandits, and wandered the open world.
Things were becoming dangerous, so they slowly built walls of stone that would protect them from bandits and monsters. The statues stayed in good condition, having been upkept by the goddesses's existence and power.
When the game had started, these walls had became ancient. Many, many generations saw their entire life behind them. The world was still full of hope, but masked beneath it was a deep fear of what lay beyond what they knew. Most who had left the walls would not come back, and very rarely returned dead, much less alive.
Those few who returned living further convinced those to stay outside. But as humans were, the mangled look of these people sometimes inspired people to go beyond the walls and one up each other.
The main character was once such. In the walls, people pretended there was nothing to be scared of, and technically speaking, there really wasn't. The impenetrable walls were indeed extremely effective, but naturally this only encompassed a small bit of the world; much of it was infested with monsters and bandits, who had somehow joined side by side with the legions of creatures.
The main character, was of course, one such brave soul. And beyond the walls he discovered just as people had spoke. Everyone else ignored what it meant, but the hero had read the ancient stories; of how the world was once pure, clean and populated. As the story goes on, more and more is revealed about what had happened, and indeed, there still stood people outside of their city, and even in different cities and outposts.
Somewhere, in the desert there was a small band of dark-skinned humans who lived on the thin edges of cliffs bordered by plateaus of jungles and barren crevices between each area.
The world was in danger, and though he didn't know at first, he was to go around it and find other brave souls.
Despite their efforts, despite almost defeating a god-tier being, they failed. With this being of pure evil, they almost lost benevolence - the goddess and the mere idea. Things became worse and worse, but still this brave group fought. Even if they barely held any hope in their hearts anymore, they fought with all of they had.
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Shipment Terror
June 3, 2018
I'm not entirely sure where it started, as it was either very uneventful or started in the midst of an event. Either way, from what I remember, I was on a large ship with at least three floors that was carrying various things, from animals, video game consoles (NES, Atari and SEGA in this case), and bibles, and a group of pirates were invading us. Most of them carried guns, and from the other, far smaller ship, were shooting at us. At hand, I had a AK47, so I used my iron-sight, and begun to kill many of them. Other people, of course, had guns at my side, and made about the same amount of progress killing people.
As another note, the ship we were on didn't have very good lighting. Most of the lighting relied on the sun shining through the tarps covering the otherwise non-existent walls of the below deck area (name?), and things were somewhat scattered on shelves, balconies and such. It looked sort of like a warehouse on the water. I'm pretty sure ships like that do exist.
Anyway, the other ship, like I said, was much smaller, and apparently was enough to carry about 20 or 30 people on it. There was a second floor to it in the middle of the boat, but otherwise was a very simple boat. I've seen boats that resembled it, but I have no idea what they'd be called, though I suppose they sort of resembled those tourist boats that carry many passengers.
Back to what was actually happening; three or so people charged directly onto the boat. They were a floor below me, so I took the opportunity to shoot at them, but the bullets had no effect. They were using a certain technology. It wasn't explained very well, but it was fairly new tech that used a sort of an invisible energy field to protect people, powered and charged by a small device.
As it would happen, at least I was provided with this device. Apparently it wasn't very common to use these as protection, but I figured that with the yellow and black device I would be able to overcharge it. I went down from the floor I was on, and looked up about 7 or so stairs, and saw two people standing there with a third as a hostage. None of them were armed, but I knew the captors wore a shield, so if I shot, at best it'd do nothing and at worse I'd kill the innocent person.
Anyway, despite feeling that they'd probably know what the device was, I held it up and pointed at them, authoritatively yelling "FREEZE!". They started to huddle closer to each other, I think to avoid themselves being harmed and have me accidentally shoot the hostage instead. That was their first mistake. Their next mistake is that they got closer to each other, until they were almost touching.
I pulled the trigger of the charging device, and suddenly their fields became so overcharged that they shocked them, and forced them to pass out, leaving the hostage and I the only ones standing. I was waiting for them to get into range of each other, so I could take care of both of them before they could do anything.
The hostage ran past me. I don't remember much what happened after this point, but I think there was a shipment of bibles that somehow fell into the water. I met someone who wanted to study and write in a copy, so I managed to only retrieve one copy at the moment, and give it to them. They sat in a somewhat cramped dark area that was only lit by their desktop lamp. Immediately they started to write something in it with pen.
This segment of the dream technically ended, because I woke up and thought about how interesting this was, how I wish I could recycle the ideas, or even have more ideas in a following dream. Sure enough...
The dream continued when I went back to sleep. Everything had calmed down now, and I was simply walking around. I came across a canopy tent on the deck that acted as a makeshift church. They apparently had no bibles to work on, and I started to feel bad for not having retrieved a bible. That was when I remembered I retrieved one earlier, and that I might be able to get that one back, even if it now had someone's handwriting on it.
I went back into the dark chasms of the ship, and quickly came across an eerily empty area that used to contain filled cages of animals. Apparently they had somehow escaped earlier in the day during the fight. Covering the wooden flooring of this are were small holes that could be opened. Some of them were jammed shut by poles on the floor below, basically leveraging them to be locked. Anyway, I went around on this floor, crawling a bit when I came across a cage with what appeered to be a wireless and realistic marionette of a little girl. I thought it was curious, and when I moved to crawl to look at its face, it was gone.
Whatever it was, it was alive. I looked through one of the holes, and sure enough I saw it run out of my view. I started to crawl when its arm burst out from another caged area, reaching around, attempting to grab me. I started to panic, but not without reason, I grabbed the cage and started to move it ahead of me, covering up any holes I could, even if they were effectively locked. Not long after, I looked down one of them and tried to talk to the little girl.
I had a good feeling that, whatever she intended, she was a ghost possessing a wooden doll. I'm not sure if in this universe I had met many ghosts at all, but I do know I've had encounters with the dead on multiple occasions and managed to reason with them in previous dreams. Anyway, I managed to calm down the spirit enough that they started ot talk to me. I somehow squeezed through one of the holes, and stood on a small wooden tower-like area that straddled over a display pile.
I couldn't see in great detail, but oddly enough, the area beneath the animal storage seemed to be where we put the consoles. Across the room there was a somewhat large shelf with more on it. Anyway, the doll talked to me a bit. I knew it was going to help me get down now, so I jumped up and grabbed onto the hole above me. It was then that the tower collapsed over the display pile, breaking both the display shelf, the tower, the consoles and the doll.
I dropped down. and lifted up the broken marionette. I felt bad for it and appreciative, but now it had sacrificed itself to help me get down. I pulled off one of its shattered legs and threw the leg away, I put the doll down for a bit, then looked through the broken display pile. Broken wood was now everywhere, but this didn't really cause much trouble. I found there was at least a small handful of unharmed things - from a NES controller, and Atari controllers, and even two consoles.
When I stopped shifting through the broke stuff, - which strangely enough displayed as a UI depicting the objects, not me actually shifting wood aside to find them - I looked up and saw the doll back to life. Its leg was back, and it was then I mused to myself. "So part of it is still human..." And that was when the dream ended.
I'm not entirely sure where it started, as it was either very uneventful or started in the midst of an event. Either way, from what I remember, I was on a large ship with at least three floors that was carrying various things, from animals, video game consoles (NES, Atari and SEGA in this case), and bibles, and a group of pirates were invading us. Most of them carried guns, and from the other, far smaller ship, were shooting at us. At hand, I had a AK47, so I used my iron-sight, and begun to kill many of them. Other people, of course, had guns at my side, and made about the same amount of progress killing people.
As another note, the ship we were on didn't have very good lighting. Most of the lighting relied on the sun shining through the tarps covering the otherwise non-existent walls of the below deck area (name?), and things were somewhat scattered on shelves, balconies and such. It looked sort of like a warehouse on the water. I'm pretty sure ships like that do exist.
Anyway, the other ship, like I said, was much smaller, and apparently was enough to carry about 20 or 30 people on it. There was a second floor to it in the middle of the boat, but otherwise was a very simple boat. I've seen boats that resembled it, but I have no idea what they'd be called, though I suppose they sort of resembled those tourist boats that carry many passengers.
Back to what was actually happening; three or so people charged directly onto the boat. They were a floor below me, so I took the opportunity to shoot at them, but the bullets had no effect. They were using a certain technology. It wasn't explained very well, but it was fairly new tech that used a sort of an invisible energy field to protect people, powered and charged by a small device.
As it would happen, at least I was provided with this device. Apparently it wasn't very common to use these as protection, but I figured that with the yellow and black device I would be able to overcharge it. I went down from the floor I was on, and looked up about 7 or so stairs, and saw two people standing there with a third as a hostage. None of them were armed, but I knew the captors wore a shield, so if I shot, at best it'd do nothing and at worse I'd kill the innocent person.
Anyway, despite feeling that they'd probably know what the device was, I held it up and pointed at them, authoritatively yelling "FREEZE!". They started to huddle closer to each other, I think to avoid themselves being harmed and have me accidentally shoot the hostage instead. That was their first mistake. Their next mistake is that they got closer to each other, until they were almost touching.
I pulled the trigger of the charging device, and suddenly their fields became so overcharged that they shocked them, and forced them to pass out, leaving the hostage and I the only ones standing. I was waiting for them to get into range of each other, so I could take care of both of them before they could do anything.
The hostage ran past me. I don't remember much what happened after this point, but I think there was a shipment of bibles that somehow fell into the water. I met someone who wanted to study and write in a copy, so I managed to only retrieve one copy at the moment, and give it to them. They sat in a somewhat cramped dark area that was only lit by their desktop lamp. Immediately they started to write something in it with pen.
This segment of the dream technically ended, because I woke up and thought about how interesting this was, how I wish I could recycle the ideas, or even have more ideas in a following dream. Sure enough...
The dream continued when I went back to sleep. Everything had calmed down now, and I was simply walking around. I came across a canopy tent on the deck that acted as a makeshift church. They apparently had no bibles to work on, and I started to feel bad for not having retrieved a bible. That was when I remembered I retrieved one earlier, and that I might be able to get that one back, even if it now had someone's handwriting on it.
I went back into the dark chasms of the ship, and quickly came across an eerily empty area that used to contain filled cages of animals. Apparently they had somehow escaped earlier in the day during the fight. Covering the wooden flooring of this are were small holes that could be opened. Some of them were jammed shut by poles on the floor below, basically leveraging them to be locked. Anyway, I went around on this floor, crawling a bit when I came across a cage with what appeered to be a wireless and realistic marionette of a little girl. I thought it was curious, and when I moved to crawl to look at its face, it was gone.
Whatever it was, it was alive. I looked through one of the holes, and sure enough I saw it run out of my view. I started to crawl when its arm burst out from another caged area, reaching around, attempting to grab me. I started to panic, but not without reason, I grabbed the cage and started to move it ahead of me, covering up any holes I could, even if they were effectively locked. Not long after, I looked down one of them and tried to talk to the little girl.
I had a good feeling that, whatever she intended, she was a ghost possessing a wooden doll. I'm not sure if in this universe I had met many ghosts at all, but I do know I've had encounters with the dead on multiple occasions and managed to reason with them in previous dreams. Anyway, I managed to calm down the spirit enough that they started ot talk to me. I somehow squeezed through one of the holes, and stood on a small wooden tower-like area that straddled over a display pile.
I couldn't see in great detail, but oddly enough, the area beneath the animal storage seemed to be where we put the consoles. Across the room there was a somewhat large shelf with more on it. Anyway, the doll talked to me a bit. I knew it was going to help me get down now, so I jumped up and grabbed onto the hole above me. It was then that the tower collapsed over the display pile, breaking both the display shelf, the tower, the consoles and the doll.
I dropped down. and lifted up the broken marionette. I felt bad for it and appreciative, but now it had sacrificed itself to help me get down. I pulled off one of its shattered legs and threw the leg away, I put the doll down for a bit, then looked through the broken display pile. Broken wood was now everywhere, but this didn't really cause much trouble. I found there was at least a small handful of unharmed things - from a NES controller, and Atari controllers, and even two consoles.
When I stopped shifting through the broke stuff, - which strangely enough displayed as a UI depicting the objects, not me actually shifting wood aside to find them - I looked up and saw the doll back to life. Its leg was back, and it was then I mused to myself. "So part of it is still human..." And that was when the dream ended.
Fighting Against Oppression
June 1, 2018
It started off with class having just ended and the sky darkened as it was getting somewhat late. Realistically, one might assume this would mean it was in the winter, But we all know dreams don't exactly reflect real life all that much, or at least if they do it's inconsistent.
Anyway, I had apparently eaten a thing of Yogurt for lunch, but I hadn't taken care of the other silverware I had with me. Apparently, only one of them wasn't borrowed directly from the school. For some reason, this ended up being one of my three forks.
I was somewhat close to going down to the cafeteria to drop it off, but it was late and the buses were leaving very soon. Instead, I went to my teacher and politely asked them to bring them down to the cafeteria when they had time.
They were friendly, so they accept the silverware, and sent me on my way. I started to run, my mother's fork still in hand, wishing nothing more than to not miss the bus. Before I could get the door, all f the buses left, and the doors locked themselves. I wasn't the only student left. There was at least a small handful, though I don;t remember what most of them looked like.
I do know one in particular was an average sized blond kid around my age. As it would happen, I did sort of know this kid in real life. Both in the dream and real life, apparently, he was somewhat of a strange guy with a lot of energy. A guy who would smile and run a lot. He had his reasons, but I'd rather not get into it.
Anyway, he was trying to open the door, but found it was locked. Just like me, he was flustered and scared to say the least. I started to move, looking for an unlocked door. There were some cardboard walls set up. I broke through them, and in one occasion looked into what used to be a classroom. I don't quite remember if I looked to much passed this, but I do know what I saw was a small dark hall that had two doors that lead to equally dark rooms.
Apparently, this is what the school would become every night. Consistent with a nightmare, I found it a bit unnerving. I continued through the place, breaking through more poorly implemented cardboard walls / gates, which were obviously mean to trap people at this point.
I eventually got to another exit, and this time, there was a large window. The window seemed to be double layered, but I was frustrated and really wanted to get out. Using the fork, I stabbed the window and pierced through it. It sort of felt like a very thick plastic, and although I don't exactly have much experience with breaking windows, I'm pretty sure it was realistic to what it'd feel like going through a window with a sharp object.
I made a larger hole before I pierced the second and final layer, and then climbed through. There was one bus still there. I got on it and sat in the front. Sitting there, more or less threatening the bus drive, was a strange person. I don't remember everything about what they looked like, except they carried a bone-saw like futuristic weapon. It was then established that a long time ago technology invented by the Japanese caused a huge takeover of the world. Whether the person was Japanese or not, wasn't very obvious.
Their hair was somewhat long, as far as I can remember, and a dark brown. They wore a sort of collared armor, and was holding the weapon over the neck of the driving, trapping the driver's head in between the bar and electric "saw". I knew this person was a threat, even if it wasn't an immediate one so I started to search the back of their neck. I found a tube sort of thing there, and pulled it, killing the person.
The dream switched perspective, and became the most relevant part. I was a little kid who seemed to be in this same world. I can't quite remember much, except that ti was dark and I was surrounded by a few office-like walls [I don't know what they're called]. I, in my head, announced to myself that I was Deanomic.
So, long story short, I had a dream that reminded me that Deanomic existed. The following is a very brief sample, and is meant more as a proof of concept then a long running project, or at least not one I intend to do any time soon. So, don't worry, Breaker comes first, then A Tree of Dreams second, and nothing after it.
It started off with class having just ended and the sky darkened as it was getting somewhat late. Realistically, one might assume this would mean it was in the winter, But we all know dreams don't exactly reflect real life all that much, or at least if they do it's inconsistent.
Anyway, I had apparently eaten a thing of Yogurt for lunch, but I hadn't taken care of the other silverware I had with me. Apparently, only one of them wasn't borrowed directly from the school. For some reason, this ended up being one of my three forks.
I was somewhat close to going down to the cafeteria to drop it off, but it was late and the buses were leaving very soon. Instead, I went to my teacher and politely asked them to bring them down to the cafeteria when they had time.
They were friendly, so they accept the silverware, and sent me on my way. I started to run, my mother's fork still in hand, wishing nothing more than to not miss the bus. Before I could get the door, all f the buses left, and the doors locked themselves. I wasn't the only student left. There was at least a small handful, though I don;t remember what most of them looked like.
I do know one in particular was an average sized blond kid around my age. As it would happen, I did sort of know this kid in real life. Both in the dream and real life, apparently, he was somewhat of a strange guy with a lot of energy. A guy who would smile and run a lot. He had his reasons, but I'd rather not get into it.
Anyway, he was trying to open the door, but found it was locked. Just like me, he was flustered and scared to say the least. I started to move, looking for an unlocked door. There were some cardboard walls set up. I broke through them, and in one occasion looked into what used to be a classroom. I don't quite remember if I looked to much passed this, but I do know what I saw was a small dark hall that had two doors that lead to equally dark rooms.
Apparently, this is what the school would become every night. Consistent with a nightmare, I found it a bit unnerving. I continued through the place, breaking through more poorly implemented cardboard walls / gates, which were obviously mean to trap people at this point.
I eventually got to another exit, and this time, there was a large window. The window seemed to be double layered, but I was frustrated and really wanted to get out. Using the fork, I stabbed the window and pierced through it. It sort of felt like a very thick plastic, and although I don't exactly have much experience with breaking windows, I'm pretty sure it was realistic to what it'd feel like going through a window with a sharp object.
I made a larger hole before I pierced the second and final layer, and then climbed through. There was one bus still there. I got on it and sat in the front. Sitting there, more or less threatening the bus drive, was a strange person. I don't remember everything about what they looked like, except they carried a bone-saw like futuristic weapon. It was then established that a long time ago technology invented by the Japanese caused a huge takeover of the world. Whether the person was Japanese or not, wasn't very obvious.
Their hair was somewhat long, as far as I can remember, and a dark brown. They wore a sort of collared armor, and was holding the weapon over the neck of the driving, trapping the driver's head in between the bar and electric "saw". I knew this person was a threat, even if it wasn't an immediate one so I started to search the back of their neck. I found a tube sort of thing there, and pulled it, killing the person.
The dream switched perspective, and became the most relevant part. I was a little kid who seemed to be in this same world. I can't quite remember much, except that ti was dark and I was surrounded by a few office-like walls [I don't know what they're called]. I, in my head, announced to myself that I was Deanomic.
So, long story short, I had a dream that reminded me that Deanomic existed. The following is a very brief sample, and is meant more as a proof of concept then a long running project, or at least not one I intend to do any time soon. So, don't worry, Breaker comes first, then A Tree of Dreams second, and nothing after it.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Gangsters & Magic
January 29, 2018
The dream, as far as I can remember started in a parking lot. It may have started at an earlier point at a trailer in the country, but I remember nothing from this point except for this fact. Anyway, for the sake of story telling and recollections, it'll start in a parking lot.
The parking lot was full, and had some people walking around, perhaps from the store or to the store, but either way a man and I were in a small, somewhat old car. Though cars aren't and have never been my thing, I think the car was an older one; perhaps from the early 2000s or the 1990s, but not likely older or newer. I was sitting in the back, and through the windshield, I could see a bald Asian man.
The both of us in the car knew who this man was related with, and for us, this was an enemy gang. He wasn't necessarily anyone important, but as a rival, we had to kill him. This was when the driver drove over him. Nobody did anything to stop us, and we could feel our vehicle driving over him with surprising ease despite how slow we were going.
It made me shiver a bit in minor disgust, and I had the feeling that if I dared look back, I'd see his mangled corpse and a blood trail, but I knew it'd only be worse if I looked, so instead, I continued to look out of the back passenger window.
The next part of the dream started with what may have been video of another gang. This gang was that of a bunch of young white males who all wore loose clothes and backwards red caps. They were on the taller side, perhaps that of Polish or Dutch descent. This gang, as far as I know, wasn't particularly anyone's enemy.
All they really did was stick together like a huge and disgusting family. Instead of using the bathrooms like one would normally - especially like a men would normally, they would all charge into the bathroom at the same time, pee in the urinals and sinks two or three at once, and then leave almost as quickly. They were known to have somewhat wierd and dirty beliefs and habits.
At the time, I was witnessing this, just wanting to go to the bathroom and finding it annoying. They left a bunch of mess around the bathroom, and understandibly, people were bothered and were repulsed.
A bunch of people tried to was their hands, but some of the people wanted to wash their hands, but since their was now pee in the sink and perhaps even on the faucet, this was proving to be somewhat difficult. I explained to most of them that though they may not be wrong with how disgusting they are, they never meant any ill will; they were known for being disgusting and very close to each other, but they were oddly pure for a gang.
Eventually, I got a bit brave, determined to wash my hands, and wrapped some paper towel thickly around my hands before I wiped the sinks down and threw the trash away. After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom to view two of the friends that I had, apparently, been traveling with.
These two included a 15 or so year old kid dressed in similar attire to that of the '80s, and a very tall and strange man with grey-blond hair. This man, at least in this dream, was apparently Doc Brown, though to be honest he looked more like a mix of Elrond and Celeborn [Elves from Lord of the Rings, look them up to get a proper idea], complete with the same color as Celeborn's and a similar face and hair style to that of Elrond's; long and combed back.
Anyway, I talked to Doc Brown, asking about the Delorian, feeling that for whatever reason, the gang we had just witnessed had it. Though unrelated, I was at this moment looking at a small flat screen on the wall with a potted fern sitting there. I don't really remember what was on it, but I think it was news related. Nothing important, as far as I was concerned either way [for the record, I'm only recounting it for the sake of further vivid dreams].
The Doctor then explained that the Delorian was, in fact, not real. This confused me, because I knew magic and time travel to have been real as a mix of vaguely outlined circumstances proved to me. I could use magic myself, and so could the Doctor. We argued a bit more, myself still believing that the Delorian was real. Eventually, I stated something about the time-traveling Delorian being in English.
The Doctor then smart mouthed me, stating that it was in fact "made in America, not England, therefore it wasn't in English". I awoke at this point, and the dream ended.
The dream, as far as I can remember started in a parking lot. It may have started at an earlier point at a trailer in the country, but I remember nothing from this point except for this fact. Anyway, for the sake of story telling and recollections, it'll start in a parking lot.
The parking lot was full, and had some people walking around, perhaps from the store or to the store, but either way a man and I were in a small, somewhat old car. Though cars aren't and have never been my thing, I think the car was an older one; perhaps from the early 2000s or the 1990s, but not likely older or newer. I was sitting in the back, and through the windshield, I could see a bald Asian man.
The both of us in the car knew who this man was related with, and for us, this was an enemy gang. He wasn't necessarily anyone important, but as a rival, we had to kill him. This was when the driver drove over him. Nobody did anything to stop us, and we could feel our vehicle driving over him with surprising ease despite how slow we were going.
It made me shiver a bit in minor disgust, and I had the feeling that if I dared look back, I'd see his mangled corpse and a blood trail, but I knew it'd only be worse if I looked, so instead, I continued to look out of the back passenger window.
The next part of the dream started with what may have been video of another gang. This gang was that of a bunch of young white males who all wore loose clothes and backwards red caps. They were on the taller side, perhaps that of Polish or Dutch descent. This gang, as far as I know, wasn't particularly anyone's enemy.
All they really did was stick together like a huge and disgusting family. Instead of using the bathrooms like one would normally - especially like a men would normally, they would all charge into the bathroom at the same time, pee in the urinals and sinks two or three at once, and then leave almost as quickly. They were known to have somewhat wierd and dirty beliefs and habits.
At the time, I was witnessing this, just wanting to go to the bathroom and finding it annoying. They left a bunch of mess around the bathroom, and understandibly, people were bothered and were repulsed.
A bunch of people tried to was their hands, but some of the people wanted to wash their hands, but since their was now pee in the sink and perhaps even on the faucet, this was proving to be somewhat difficult. I explained to most of them that though they may not be wrong with how disgusting they are, they never meant any ill will; they were known for being disgusting and very close to each other, but they were oddly pure for a gang.
Eventually, I got a bit brave, determined to wash my hands, and wrapped some paper towel thickly around my hands before I wiped the sinks down and threw the trash away. After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom to view two of the friends that I had, apparently, been traveling with.
These two included a 15 or so year old kid dressed in similar attire to that of the '80s, and a very tall and strange man with grey-blond hair. This man, at least in this dream, was apparently Doc Brown, though to be honest he looked more like a mix of Elrond and Celeborn [Elves from Lord of the Rings, look them up to get a proper idea], complete with the same color as Celeborn's and a similar face and hair style to that of Elrond's; long and combed back.
Anyway, I talked to Doc Brown, asking about the Delorian, feeling that for whatever reason, the gang we had just witnessed had it. Though unrelated, I was at this moment looking at a small flat screen on the wall with a potted fern sitting there. I don't really remember what was on it, but I think it was news related. Nothing important, as far as I was concerned either way [for the record, I'm only recounting it for the sake of further vivid dreams].
The Doctor then explained that the Delorian was, in fact, not real. This confused me, because I knew magic and time travel to have been real as a mix of vaguely outlined circumstances proved to me. I could use magic myself, and so could the Doctor. We argued a bit more, myself still believing that the Delorian was real. Eventually, I stated something about the time-traveling Delorian being in English.
The Doctor then smart mouthed me, stating that it was in fact "made in America, not England, therefore it wasn't in English". I awoke at this point, and the dream ended.
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