The Pursue of the Slimer

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.