Unwanted Software

February 3, 2019:

I can't quite remember where any of these dreams started, per se, but I haven't written one in what feels like forever. I almost woke up earlier for the sole purpose of writing at least the first dream down because I felt it to be interesting enough to deserve a record. Anyway, lets just get to it;

There is a slight impression that I might have had a dream before it about guns - perhaps it was a dream where I watched a movie, which is more likely than the alternative - but as far as I can remember it started with something that in no way is related to this. It was most likely the night, as we weren't wearing any attire to imply it was winter. Some of the people there were wearing jackets, including someone who was rather tall and lanky who wore a thin-looking coat.

Anyway, the dream touched an aspect of imagination that my dreams wouldn't normally go near; I was more or less literally one with someone else. I'm pretty sure it was with my best friend, Austin. To be exact, I wasn't there in a literal sense, but it was more like my consciousness existed a little behind him, as if I was possessing or following him as an incomplete being. Unfortunately i can't quite remember what lead to the next moment, but somehow I was released from these binds, and came to existence.

To be honest, it reminded me of my favorite Japanese comic, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. Unlike JoJo, though, I wasn't this incorporeal psychic manifestation of someone's powers. Going on, I almost forgot to mention where we were; we were in a parking lot near a small incline in about two small sets of concrete stairs. There were people sitting beneath the veranda - about three or four, and one other blonde girl sat outside of the veranda. Once I had became physically existent, I picked up small rectangular box shaped pieces of wood, and tossed it at the woman. One of them somehow missed and hit the pillar of the veranda, and the other hit the head of the target, leaving her forehead bleeding.

Obviously my waking self would never do such a thing, but in my head's narration, it explained that although I was the 'protagonist', I wasn't necessarily a 'hero' or 'villain'. To be precise, it was put in a much more simple fashion that in my opinion sounds marginally better, but at the same time, the narration didn't exactly put it in words, exactly, but instead a feeling with some words attached. In other words, an average thought process in the waking life.

Either way, no repercussions came to me. With a reason that fails to be recalled, I went to the people on the first few steps the veranda and attacked a lanky man wearing a dark and long coat. Granted, the coat might not have been long, and it might have been just been the relative proportional differences from him and I, but either way I knew who I was approaching. This young man - perhaps around my age, or late teens - was the son of someone I, apparently, had a reason to dislike. Seeing me, he had told me he would tell on me to his father, so my aggressiveness towards him wasn't entirely uncalled for.

As far as I can remember, the dream more or less ended with me finding myself as "superior" to him simply because I was a part of a power or had a power that he otherwise didn't have. The next dream I'll write about actually happened two dreams later. Of course, because of how dreams work, it could have been a mix of the two dreams, but that really isn't the point.

This dream started off with me logging onto a game I haven't played in awhile. To be exact, it was an old dream's interpretation of the game; Guild Wars. On terms of art and gameplay, it was actually pretty similar, but it very much took place in a location that may or may not have resembled many outpost/city locations. color pallet wise, you could compare it to Lion's Arch - various shades of grey from ancient buildings, and rich grass with equally rich blue waters. In this case, the water was a very "small" river. as far as I'm concerned.

Anyhow, I was logging into this game to talk to some people. I was apparently in this guild that I had been in for quite some time, and when I logged on. the guildmaster greeted me. At least one person was able to view where I was, and asked what I was doing there. At the time, in fact, I was going around accepting daily quests. I didn't really want to do anything more but the most simple quests - talk to that guy, get some experience and money type of quests.

I quipped that I was, in fact, there to level, as one would do at the max level of 30 (which for those who may be confused; the max level in the real Guild Wars 1 is 20). The next part may have technically been another dream, but for simplicity's sake, lets just assume it was a different dream that started as the other finished. Either way, if I woke up, I immediately went back to sleep anyway.
This dream pointed to a memory that may or may not have been yet another dream that I had this night, but honest to god I haven't the slightest idea. At one point, my second oldest brother, Luke, had apparently reviewed a game. The creator, a woman, had gotten upset at her opinions, so she went to various late night shows to get it reported. My brother had gotten in trouble, even though nothing he did was a personal attack on anyone. On an arguably bright side, this did give him significantly more fame.

It was some time after this event that the dream started. I had been watching YouTube videos No idea what exactly, but when a particular video ended, I accidentally clicked something which downloaded this program that had brought up a window. This window was full of details, more than what an installation screen would normally state, but I had no reason to read any of it. Trouble is, I couldn't just close the window. It'd pop back up not a second later, and if I were to hit the "next" button, I had to either check one of two weapons "Next (install)" and "Next (Review)". Contextually, I knew "review" just meant that if I hit the next button, that it'd literally just loop around until I just installed it.

Nevertheless, I refused to install the virus, and eventually hit "Next (review)". This, despite the implications, just installed it without another word. This opened a tab that showed a semi-intractable screen that sort of resembled a Windows '95 UI emulating a Windows XP desktop in the small window's confines. I turned my screen to my brother, asking if it was harmful. He said that it was old enough that on my computer - a Windows 10 computer - it would have little to no adverse effects. The dream ended with my brother talking about his frustrations concerning the manufactured drama around his review. I don't remember a whole lot, but he was certainly frustrated with the results.