February 15, 2014: The dream started with my family and I going into an empty restaurant. We sat at a table, and the bartender asked about us. One of my family members explained we had reservations, so he left us alone after that. Not long afterwards, we all stood up, going to the door. As this happened, I heard a voice narrating, saying something around the lines of "This hero has a lonely past."
Next thing I knew, I found myself in an odd place that was likely illuminated by some lights. It was night. In my head, I could hear a voice speaking to me, saying how he had got "their" permission. Before I knew it, I was sitting beneath the water of a rather shallow and small concrete canal.
I jumped out of the water with ease after I had simply floated thinking. The rather mysterious yet friendly friendly voice and I had a conversation, at which point I intentionally walked on a slightly light brown stubs on the ground, quickly finding out that whatever they were, they hurt me.
Shortly afterwards, the voice told me how "they" allowed us something, so I looked in the still water. Finally, I could see my scale covered body, slightly odd shaped head, and horn-like fin on the peak of my forehead.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Video Game Titles to Appear: Electric Eel
Genre: Action, Adventure, Sports
Gameplay: You move the wii remote to turn, at least during the escape scene near the end.
Perspective: Third Person
Possible Inspirations: Kingdom Hearts (mentioned in dream)
Starring In: Electric Eel
Gameplay: You move the wii remote to turn, at least during the escape scene near the end.
Perspective: Third Person
Possible Inspirations: Kingdom Hearts (mentioned in dream)
Starring In: Electric Eel
Video Game Titles to Appear: React II
Genre: Action, Adventure, Skill
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Appearances:
1. 'Egg Hydra' - Hydras found within their egg form. They release 'Baby Dragons' as an act of protection.
2. 'Baby Dragons' - About the size of a cat if they could fly, it looks like a traditional European dragon; winged, long necked, (relatively) large bodied.
Starring In: My Powers VI
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Appearances:
1. 'Egg Hydra' - Hydras found within their egg form. They release 'Baby Dragons' as an act of protection.
2. 'Baby Dragons' - About the size of a cat if they could fly, it looks like a traditional European dragon; winged, long necked, (relatively) large bodied.
Starring In: My Powers VI
Video Game Titles to Appear: React
Nothing much is known about it, but here's what can be assumed.
Genre: Action, Adventure, Skill
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Starring In: My Powers VI
Genre: Action, Adventure, Skill
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Starring In: My Powers VI
My Powers VI: Super Strength?
February 28, 2015: The dream started with me getting a new package of a game named "React" and "React II". I played a little of both, though I don't remember much of the first, or at least which was which... but I do know that in one of them, Mark played it a bit, showing his natural gaming talent. In this particular instance, we were on a mostly empty valley that had a wooden dock-like think going over a deeper part of it, even though it didn't go much further down. While walking down this area, we saw a large white spotted purple egg. Mark went to attack it, and out came swarms of little dragons. After killing so many, a hydra's head attacked us from the egg, trying to bite us. I believe we defeated it, but the dream definitely moved on from this point.
After the game, we went into the garage. The garage was pretty similar to the our real one; concrete floor, somewhat large compared to most, but what was different was how everything was stored in it. There were piles upon piles of ice cream, pop, and likely other foods. The collection looked to be large enough to be a grocery store's stock. Another oddity, perhaps, was how there seemed to be a separate garage door, and a part of a wall covering the other half that was just wide enough for a car to drive through it if one so wished to do. And connecting to the main building, was another opening for a vehicle. Anyway, while I was looking at the ice cream, hoping to find Moose Tracks, Mark said "You'd be surprised with how many obscure flavors you can't find in U.S." I took some interest into this, as I begun to follow him, convinced that there was no Moose Tracks (even though I did see some of my favorites, including mint chocolate).
When we got close to the door, I asked him how we managed to afford all of this. He responded with stepping into the main part of the house, closing the door. I didn't even have to reach the door to know he had just locked me in. From the opening on the main building came a darker, average size car. Though I didn't really see her, I knew it was Mark's wife, Mar(cela). I now knew how they had gotten the money; they had killed our father for his inheritance.
Before she could get to me, I jumped to the side and onto a high ledge that a vehicle wouldn't be able to drive on. Mar ended up crashing into one of the stacks, somehow killing her. Mark, through what seemed to be an intercom system, gave himself a quick condolence, then said that he would have to take me out. Out came a relatively large and new white truck. I knew this truck was faster and heavier then the previous car, which was, in the real world, their older car. Before he could get to me, I picked up a tan colored sandal which resembled a pair that Mark had in real life. I acknowledged this through remembering it as having been his.
Mark floored the vehicle, tossing and pushing me against the concrete wall. I put the small sandal between me and the concrete wall, somehow reducing the pain (albeit I didn't feel any really, other than a difficulty moving). It didn't take long for Mark to exclaim that my back should have crumbled into mere molecules by now. Shortly afterwards, I begun pushing back against the wall, moving the car despite its weight and speed. He yelled again, "What! There's no way! It can't be real!". This was when I yelled at the top of my lungs, blacking out.
The dream ended like this; in darkness. I felt and heard my sobbing; crying over the death of my siblings, father, and, likely, my mother.
After the game, we went into the garage. The garage was pretty similar to the our real one; concrete floor, somewhat large compared to most, but what was different was how everything was stored in it. There were piles upon piles of ice cream, pop, and likely other foods. The collection looked to be large enough to be a grocery store's stock. Another oddity, perhaps, was how there seemed to be a separate garage door, and a part of a wall covering the other half that was just wide enough for a car to drive through it if one so wished to do. And connecting to the main building, was another opening for a vehicle. Anyway, while I was looking at the ice cream, hoping to find Moose Tracks, Mark said "You'd be surprised with how many obscure flavors you can't find in U.S." I took some interest into this, as I begun to follow him, convinced that there was no Moose Tracks (even though I did see some of my favorites, including mint chocolate).
When we got close to the door, I asked him how we managed to afford all of this. He responded with stepping into the main part of the house, closing the door. I didn't even have to reach the door to know he had just locked me in. From the opening on the main building came a darker, average size car. Though I didn't really see her, I knew it was Mark's wife, Mar(cela). I now knew how they had gotten the money; they had killed our father for his inheritance.
Before she could get to me, I jumped to the side and onto a high ledge that a vehicle wouldn't be able to drive on. Mar ended up crashing into one of the stacks, somehow killing her. Mark, through what seemed to be an intercom system, gave himself a quick condolence, then said that he would have to take me out. Out came a relatively large and new white truck. I knew this truck was faster and heavier then the previous car, which was, in the real world, their older car. Before he could get to me, I picked up a tan colored sandal which resembled a pair that Mark had in real life. I acknowledged this through remembering it as having been his.
Mark floored the vehicle, tossing and pushing me against the concrete wall. I put the small sandal between me and the concrete wall, somehow reducing the pain (albeit I didn't feel any really, other than a difficulty moving). It didn't take long for Mark to exclaim that my back should have crumbled into mere molecules by now. Shortly afterwards, I begun pushing back against the wall, moving the car despite its weight and speed. He yelled again, "What! There's no way! It can't be real!". This was when I yelled at the top of my lungs, blacking out.
The dream ended like this; in darkness. I felt and heard my sobbing; crying over the death of my siblings, father, and, likely, my mother.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Escaping From Goblins
Unfortunately I don't remember much about the dream, but here is what I do remember...
November 14, 2014: The dream started off in a cave in which I was being taken through by an apparent goblin. There were bars stopping people from entering or exiting certain rooms. Obviously it was a prison. Once out, I begun to run in a field of green, being joined by at least three others. Two of them were girls, and the other was guy. Before we even got to where we wanted to get to, we saw a wooden wall that protected a small village from the goblins that were nearby. But before we could get it, one of them was struck down by an arrow, ragdolling forward into the gate, dead.
I apparently knew who this person was, as I felt pained, but I knew that I couldn't. Entering the place, quite a few years skipped, to a point I found myself, looking from a top-down perspective, in a stone, dungeon-like place, likely a castle. Then the dream ended.
November 14, 2014: The dream started off in a cave in which I was being taken through by an apparent goblin. There were bars stopping people from entering or exiting certain rooms. Obviously it was a prison. Once out, I begun to run in a field of green, being joined by at least three others. Two of them were girls, and the other was guy. Before we even got to where we wanted to get to, we saw a wooden wall that protected a small village from the goblins that were nearby. But before we could get it, one of them was struck down by an arrow, ragdolling forward into the gate, dead.
I apparently knew who this person was, as I felt pained, but I knew that I couldn't. Entering the place, quite a few years skipped, to a point I found myself, looking from a top-down perspective, in a stone, dungeon-like place, likely a castle. Then the dream ended.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Warrior & The Ring
March 24, 2014: This dream started as I was in a home very similar to my parents' home. At the time, Mother was there. Though I don't remember what we were arguing about, I do know we both were really angry. She stormed out the door into what was, I assume(d), the garage carrying a balloon. Out of anger, I slammed the door on a balloon I was supposed to give to her, attempting to pop it. Unfortunately for me, I somehow missed the balloon, slamming it on the balloon's 'string'. Suddenly feeling better, I went to the living room and found my brother, Mark, sitting there.
He turned to me, looking to be over 30 years old, and asked how old i was.
I responded with, "About 23 or about 24."
"About 23 million or 24 million," he corrected, making it apparent that it was far into the future. As far as I know, he seemed to vanish right after that, so I say down in a rocking chair. Not long afterwards, an older man who resembled one of my uncles sat down and gave me a few dozen pens. According to him, I was on the verge of breaking a rule and that I should be careful with how many pens I share. Though my mind didn't explain, I understood what he meant.
He seemed to leave just as suddenly as Mark had. Two girls arrived, vaguely resembling my sisters. Whoever they were, I was completely comfortable with their presence (not that anyone other than my Mom bothered me in the dream anyway). One of the girls sat down on a rocking chair across from me and the other grabbed one of the pens I was just given, walking away. The one sitting across from me asked if she could borrow one, and I told her to go ahead and take one. Immediately after she did so, it hit me; I just went over the limit of possessions.
I looked over at the girl who walked away, and I saw her drop a huge pile of pens as a bunch of open umbrellas fell from nowhere behind her. A brief alarm went off as lights flashed red. Something had begun. A holographic screen appeared behind the girl and played a video. A voice speaking over the video explained the rules of what we were about to do; collect the amount of a given item, and discard them into a bin.
At this moment, I could see a transparent image in a small area of my vision as I looked away from the screen, into the dark kitchen. I knew this image was a flashback; a memory of mine. In the vision I could see two old men, both 40 or older, discussing a test. The oldest looking one with dark brown and graying hair (who might have resembled my father) said that some scientist had "tested it", and were forced to play a game called Warrior.
After the vision, I decided to run away. So I took myself outside and vaulted over the railing, landing on my feet on the ground. I looked back and saw my home, which, despite resembling my birth place in the inside, looked like a rectangular building with two stories and a set of stairs going into the room I had just came from. The entire top floor and a single room in the corner of the ground floor glowed as a strip of blue energy went across it. At this moment, I acknowledged there was no legitimate reason to run away, whether it was possible or not, I don't know. I climbed up the stairs just in time to see the video finishing.
On the screen was a picture of white smoke coming out of a three barreled shotgun, which turned into two people laying on the ground. looking oddly peaceful. Though I wasn't listening to the speaker, I knew they were saying that if you lose, you'll die. When I started to pay attention to what it was saying, it said we had to gather the given item and deposit it into a bin. Finally, the game began. In the bottom of my peripheral vision I saw something that said "Pens /17", and a timer starting from one minute. Of course, this meant the computer gave us a minute to gather 17 pens, disposing of them.
At this point I woke up in the middle of the night, but didn't stay up very long. I went back to sleep and another dream started. IN this dream, I was chasing a tall friend of mine (Logan) through a museum-like YMCA, as neither of us really cared enough to pay attention. Exiting 'museum' part, he immediately ran into the bathroom, vanishing out of my sight for awhile.
Waiting for him, I looked around, observing my surroundings. I could see that there was a two-man wide doorway that would take you to a high ceiling, large room. In the room were indents in the ground that likely held water. Pools. Finally, a bunch of males came out of the bathroom, carrying various things (such as benches and lockers). When Logan walked out, he said they had to help them in order to use the bathroom for free. He walked into the large room and I followed after him, still not wanting to leave him. Suddenly, a bunch of time apparently went by as I stood in the massive room.
Looking around, I saw that high up on the wall were some lockers. A few of them were open, and through the lockers was yet another large white room. Finally, I looked on the ground, seeing many people laying on it in sleeping bags. Deciding it was time for me to leave, I left the room, going for the gate in which we had to go out to leave the museum area. Unfortunately, it was blocked with bars, suggesting the exit was closed, though, on the other side, were two people. I asked them if I could leave, but they said I couldn't. Adding onto my question, I told them that I didn't even do anything, so they told me I could leave if I get them a specific ring. Somehow, I knew that giving them the ring they wanted wasn't a good idea, so I told them I might give it to them.
Luckily enough, they didn't question me about what I meant. Afterwards, I went back into the room and woke up Logan. We met a little kid and begun to play various board games, though I can't actually name or describe any of them (other than one other, but that's for later). I went out into the hallway and found a symbol. Unfortunately, I don't know how to describe it, other than it appeared to be made out of blue plastic, and was, perhaps, similar to a net in the sense that lines crisscrossed each other. Anyway, I picked it up, looking at the gate guards. To them, I yelled, "Here ya go!" and threw it towards them, Intentionally missing them, it bounced off a wall and down a corridor. The two chased after it, vanishing out of sight. I turned around, quickly finding that the ring was on the ground behind me. Curious, I picked it up, and pocketed it. Not long afterwards, they came up to me, continuing to look for the ring.
The three of us walked into the large room, and a gate closed off our access to the assumed exit. At this point, they asked Logan about ti a bit, but he knew absolutely nothing about it. Meanwhile, I felt very mischievous, so I moved the ring to my back pocket as they weren't paying attention to me. In my head, I felt that they would know where it was if I kept it in my front pockets.
After moving it, they decided to play another game, so I watched with anticipation. This particular game was played with a board, though I can't say much more than that. All I know is that if Logan lost so many games, something horrible would happen. Finishing it, they moved onto the next game in which you had to put rubber ducks in a circle, then keep them floating upright. I started to yell things in 'gibberish', making the girls ducks fall over. The dream ended with me calling to the ring for power.
He turned to me, looking to be over 30 years old, and asked how old i was.
I responded with, "About 23 or about 24."
"About 23 million or 24 million," he corrected, making it apparent that it was far into the future. As far as I know, he seemed to vanish right after that, so I say down in a rocking chair. Not long afterwards, an older man who resembled one of my uncles sat down and gave me a few dozen pens. According to him, I was on the verge of breaking a rule and that I should be careful with how many pens I share. Though my mind didn't explain, I understood what he meant.
He seemed to leave just as suddenly as Mark had. Two girls arrived, vaguely resembling my sisters. Whoever they were, I was completely comfortable with their presence (not that anyone other than my Mom bothered me in the dream anyway). One of the girls sat down on a rocking chair across from me and the other grabbed one of the pens I was just given, walking away. The one sitting across from me asked if she could borrow one, and I told her to go ahead and take one. Immediately after she did so, it hit me; I just went over the limit of possessions.
I looked over at the girl who walked away, and I saw her drop a huge pile of pens as a bunch of open umbrellas fell from nowhere behind her. A brief alarm went off as lights flashed red. Something had begun. A holographic screen appeared behind the girl and played a video. A voice speaking over the video explained the rules of what we were about to do; collect the amount of a given item, and discard them into a bin.
At this moment, I could see a transparent image in a small area of my vision as I looked away from the screen, into the dark kitchen. I knew this image was a flashback; a memory of mine. In the vision I could see two old men, both 40 or older, discussing a test. The oldest looking one with dark brown and graying hair (who might have resembled my father) said that some scientist had "tested it", and were forced to play a game called Warrior.
After the vision, I decided to run away. So I took myself outside and vaulted over the railing, landing on my feet on the ground. I looked back and saw my home, which, despite resembling my birth place in the inside, looked like a rectangular building with two stories and a set of stairs going into the room I had just came from. The entire top floor and a single room in the corner of the ground floor glowed as a strip of blue energy went across it. At this moment, I acknowledged there was no legitimate reason to run away, whether it was possible or not, I don't know. I climbed up the stairs just in time to see the video finishing.
On the screen was a picture of white smoke coming out of a three barreled shotgun, which turned into two people laying on the ground. looking oddly peaceful. Though I wasn't listening to the speaker, I knew they were saying that if you lose, you'll die. When I started to pay attention to what it was saying, it said we had to gather the given item and deposit it into a bin. Finally, the game began. In the bottom of my peripheral vision I saw something that said "Pens /17", and a timer starting from one minute. Of course, this meant the computer gave us a minute to gather 17 pens, disposing of them.
One of the people immediately ran into the bathroom, reminding me of my dad, and the other ran into the kitchen, vanishing as well. I ran back to the living room and begun picking up pens as the timer was reaching 30 seconds. After getting all the pens I saw, I jogged through the kitchen and into a room that doesn't resemble any part of my birthplace, finding a counter-like structure that allowed me to drop the pens into an opening. The counter (in the bottom of my vision) changed to "Pens 7/17". In my head, I knew I didn't enough time to gather them all, but I knew I did my best, and that perhaps I would be rewarded with keeping my life as I saw the timer draw very close to the end. Then the dream ended.
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At this point I woke up in the middle of the night, but didn't stay up very long. I went back to sleep and another dream started. IN this dream, I was chasing a tall friend of mine (Logan) through a museum-like YMCA, as neither of us really cared enough to pay attention. Exiting 'museum' part, he immediately ran into the bathroom, vanishing out of my sight for awhile.
Waiting for him, I looked around, observing my surroundings. I could see that there was a two-man wide doorway that would take you to a high ceiling, large room. In the room were indents in the ground that likely held water. Pools. Finally, a bunch of males came out of the bathroom, carrying various things (such as benches and lockers). When Logan walked out, he said they had to help them in order to use the bathroom for free. He walked into the large room and I followed after him, still not wanting to leave him. Suddenly, a bunch of time apparently went by as I stood in the massive room.
Looking around, I saw that high up on the wall were some lockers. A few of them were open, and through the lockers was yet another large white room. Finally, I looked on the ground, seeing many people laying on it in sleeping bags. Deciding it was time for me to leave, I left the room, going for the gate in which we had to go out to leave the museum area. Unfortunately, it was blocked with bars, suggesting the exit was closed, though, on the other side, were two people. I asked them if I could leave, but they said I couldn't. Adding onto my question, I told them that I didn't even do anything, so they told me I could leave if I get them a specific ring. Somehow, I knew that giving them the ring they wanted wasn't a good idea, so I told them I might give it to them.
Luckily enough, they didn't question me about what I meant. Afterwards, I went back into the room and woke up Logan. We met a little kid and begun to play various board games, though I can't actually name or describe any of them (other than one other, but that's for later). I went out into the hallway and found a symbol. Unfortunately, I don't know how to describe it, other than it appeared to be made out of blue plastic, and was, perhaps, similar to a net in the sense that lines crisscrossed each other. Anyway, I picked it up, looking at the gate guards. To them, I yelled, "Here ya go!" and threw it towards them, Intentionally missing them, it bounced off a wall and down a corridor. The two chased after it, vanishing out of sight. I turned around, quickly finding that the ring was on the ground behind me. Curious, I picked it up, and pocketed it. Not long afterwards, they came up to me, continuing to look for the ring.
The three of us walked into the large room, and a gate closed off our access to the assumed exit. At this point, they asked Logan about ti a bit, but he knew absolutely nothing about it. Meanwhile, I felt very mischievous, so I moved the ring to my back pocket as they weren't paying attention to me. In my head, I felt that they would know where it was if I kept it in my front pockets.
After moving it, they decided to play another game, so I watched with anticipation. This particular game was played with a board, though I can't say much more than that. All I know is that if Logan lost so many games, something horrible would happen. Finishing it, they moved onto the next game in which you had to put rubber ducks in a circle, then keep them floating upright. I started to yell things in 'gibberish', making the girls ducks fall over. The dream ended with me calling to the ring for power.
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