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;
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.
