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Post by Gelquie on Nov 11, 2018 22:09:31 GMT -5
Last night, I dreamed I was performing in a play. Except the play that was being put on wasn't the one I thought it was, and thus I had a big role, but didn't know any lines.
So directly before each scene, I'd be scrambling to read the script to memorize my lines for that specific part, with the idea of improving if I didn't know. I actually managed to memorize and get past most of the scenes without incident that way, as I had just enough time to look at the script before I had to go on. And I was getting praised for my performances.
I don't remember all the details of the play, but I remember I was having issues with this guy, though I don't remember the details. And by the end of the play, he died. So the last scene was all of us gathering around an open casket with him in it, in which we were all supposed to say something before the burial. And this was the one scene where I didn't have time to look at the script at all, so I had no idea what I was supposed to say.
It was supposed to be my turn to give my lines. So I stepped forward, knowing I didn't know. So I decided to guess, based on what I knew of the character, what she would say. And I figured that she was the forgiving and gentle type, so I decided to have her give kind words, speaking directly to the dead guy in a gentle farewell.
I seemed to have been obviously going off-script, because people on stage starting giving each other weird looks. No one said anything to me, and just let me talk, but it was clear I wasn't giving the right lines. So I wondered "well, what are the right lines, then?". Without any way to rectify this, I just had the character finish giving her piece, and let the others close the scene.
I don't remember if the others reacted to me once we got off the stage, or if there was anything besides weird looks. It didn't seem like I totally demolished the play, but something seemed off.
I never got to find out what my character was supposed to say during that scene.
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Nov 14, 2018 14:39:44 GMT -5
I had a super fascinating dream I was re-watching a movie. But in my dreams whenever I watch something I'm in it, so it was more like I was walking down a street and things started happening and I went "Oh yeah, this movie, okay" and played along The movie was a Halloween-themed horror flick, and focused on some kids who met up with one of the kids' "weird aunties" who were three extremely wacky but friendly witches. The movie's rough summary was "these kids get some cryptic clues shortly before a horde of monsters attacks, leaving the aunties incapacitated and the kids have to save the city."
I was in the role of one of the kids, who was basically a bystander that got dragged into everything by chance. But I was either really bored, or really impatient, or *something*, because I was putting up with none of the usual plot devices and inconveniences that normally filled the movie. Important hint on a piece of paper that nobody noticed flutter to the ground? Put that in my backpack. My companions not solving the riddles? "okay this is the answer, let's go." The window was open because nobody knew monsters were going to attack? Well, I couldn't fix that one but in my defense those witches were very messy and running around everywhere and I couldn't *get* to the window. So we still had to go on our journey alone. I was making token efforts to disguise the fact that I'd seen this all like five times before, but during the parts when normally everyone had to stop and sit and figure something out, I'd bring it up in conversation and we'd "figure it out" with some pretty heavy prompting on the way. I'm pretty sure by the end of it everyone knew something was up, but I just. Gave no craps. So when we got near the end of the movie, the usual plot went like this: Kids pass by a creepy house on their way to the beach, where they're meeting someone who can help save the city. Discover that the person who lives in that creepy house has the key to defeating the monsters. Go back, she offers to trade it for something the kids were given at the beginning of the movie, but they were all used up (one of the cryptic clues had been a riddle saying to save some, but it was the one that got lost). She refuses, and there's a big fight with monsters, which the kids are failing miserably at and have to find another way to do it and save the city just in time. How it went this time: Kids pass by a creepy house on the way to the beach. I say "I'll catch up" and go in. Lady tries to scare me away by acting senile. I ask upfront for what we need; she's surprised, but offers me the trade. I accept and offer her the tokens I saved. She's completely shocked and lets me keep them as well as the thing we needed. I thank her and take it down to the beach. And then, to my surprise, the movie changes, because we could hold our own in the fight against the monsters. So there's a new scene, and we solve the problem right there. It was the first time anything unexpected had happened and the first time I seemed genuinely interested, and I think it showed because some of the other kids were looking at me strangely. Because for the first time all dream I was really curious and interested in what would happen next.
(It's a recurring theme in my dreams, too- "rewatching" scenes I've seen a load of times before and playing along- but never have I managed to change them, so this dream was new. It was nice.)
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Post by Liou on Nov 18, 2018 6:18:12 GMT -5
I have reached such peak emotional disconnect from biological relatives that I dreamed I was adopted. Dream!me was remembering a past conversation in which my mum had subtly dropped the information that I was adopted, and dream!me thought it made so much sense. I really could have kept believing that past conversation with my mum had happened outside dream-world, except that barely-awoken me remembered all the concrete proof I have of being biologically related to biological family.
Also in my dreams last night: Dream!mum: hey, would you like an arranged marriage to my friend's son? Dream!Liou: a dude? Why the heck, mum? Dream!mum: insurance perks! Dream!Liou: oh. Sure, why not? A shopping trip ensued, and since the supermarket was also a library doing a treasure hunt event, the shopping trip involved purposefully misplacing books to help the librarians. If this is what my dreams are usually like, then I'm glad I don't remember them. After the shopping trip, the groceries were laboriously put away in a complicated cupboard system belonging to my Irish friends. Had they come over to help? Idk. A sort of event happened that very vaguely resembled a wedding, until Dream!Liou realised that the dude was chewing with his mouth open and thus, Dream!Liou went on a wild rampage and ended the whole thing. There was a fire.
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Post by Breakingchains on Nov 18, 2018 8:08:01 GMT -5
Dreamed I was wandering some distinctly video-game-y sewers, trying to keep tabs on a man I was currently making a 911 call on. He was drunk stupid and had a child with him so I was trying my best not to be detected while also keeping the operator informed.
I wouldn't say it was realistic, but it was definitely vivid.
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 25, 2018 19:47:23 GMT -5
I had a really weird dream last night. One that was full of "what, why" perspectives and decisions. First, I was on a game show a la Who Wants to be a Millionaire, watching from the audience. At some point, two people were called up, one of them being my mom. The cameras focused more on my mom, probably because of dream bias. It was one of those one-question quick-prize deals, where if she answered a question right, she'd get $5,000. She looked a lot younger in the dream. She managed it, and she won the prize. I later met her in the dressing room, and we talked a bit about stuff that had nothing to do with the money or the show. I then later got in the car with her and we drove around what was supposed to be New York City, but didn't look anything like it. It was one of those small towns that I'm more used to, with many hills and dirt-like roads.
Eventually, we came across this... mobile home thing? That my mom warned me not to go in, because those who go in are trapped there for 50 or so years, and they won't even feel it because it'll go so fast, like one of those time warp things, and that'll be 50 years of your life away. (Even though the people who experience it come out not looking old.) Apparently, I didn't listen, and I got in. Then I realized “wait, maybe this was a bad idea,” and I turn around to try the door, but it's locked from the inside. The host person takes me in saying that the game's begun, and there's no backing out.
I think “dang. I guess my mom'll have to fly home on her own.” (Dream!me did not have good priorities.)
I go in and the place is much bigger on the inside, like a big living room in a house. On the side wall, there's a black and white video thing of some war going on back in the 50s. Except it didn't look like any sort of war I recognized. It frequently showed an airport, with pilot and crew people constantly at work to get their planes ready, as if something was always going on. There was some sort of announcer voice over it; I don't remember what they were talking about.
Near that wall, there was this old lady at a computer at a desk, typing something. I decided to go forward and talk to her. Apparently she was working on some computer programs, and seemed to be pretty decent at it. I told her that I had some programming experience. She gave me control of the computer and told me to create a program from scratch for her. I think it was intended to be part of the game show thing. So I took a look at what I had and realized I didn't recognize any of the program file types that were being created, and realized she was probably typing in a very different programming language from what I was used to. And heck, since this was supposed to be in the way past, I figured it'd be much more difficult to comprehend. I thought maybe I could do it by working off of a different program before realizing that she probably wanted it from scratch. I stared at the screen for a while with my newly created unfamiliar file type thinking “oh dear.”
The dream changed, and suddenly I was “downstairs”? with the old lady, except she seemed younger now. We were in a kitchen/entryway/living room area. And she decided that she was tired of being trapped her, and she wanted to go out and see the world. She was going to go out the door, and it was up to me to decide whether to let her or not. Apparently, I decided that she was too naïve, and with so few years left, I figured it'd be cruel to subject her to the world when she didn't have enough time to cope with it. Or something. I don't know. So as she made her way out the door, I grabbed her and dragged her back inside, closed the door, and took her back upstairs, to her constant protests.
Some time after this, I figured that a few years had already passed in the outside world. I vaguely wondered if my mom was still in New York or if she had flown home by now. As I was thinking this, the host told me that I won, and that I could leave now. I went out the door back to where I was, and apparently there was a bus waiting for me and other participants that were apparently there. A few people were coming out and boarding the bus with me, with one appearing every so often. Despite it being a bus, I found myself in the front seats with the bus driver (?) along with this dark girl who sat next to me. The bus driver took off, and went down the rolling hills to drop people off at their places. Apparently they all lived in not-New York. The bus driver sometimes drove recklessly; I saw them only barely slowing down for a stop sign before speeding forward, which angered some driver that was apparently there.
While this happened, the girl and I ended up talking a lot. We wondered about the game, the years that had passed, and what now. At some point, she grabbed my hand in what I guess was supposed to be some romantic gesture. And I went “oh, we're a couple now.” Then some time later, she took it back, suddenly saying she's hesitant, and giving me a whole list of excuses I wish I could remember now. I respected her decision, but I remember being confused.
The bus dropped me off as my uncle picked me up. I wondered what he was doing in New York before realizing that I must be in his state now. So he drove me to some family reunion thing. He didn't seem all that concerned with me being stuck in the game show thing for however many + years. I went to this family reunion thing and sat down at this big table with a white tablecloth over it all. I sat with other maybe-relatives, and apparently the girl was there too, sitting near me, talking to other people as if nothing had happened. It left me very confused... Were we related? I didn't remember her, and she wasn't anywhere on our family tree. I figured maybe she was a relative via an uncle-by-marriage. (Which also didn't make sense because I didn't remember seeing her or having her anywhere in the family tree, but dream logic.)
We were waiting for our dinner of spaghetti, which I assumed my uncle was making. Meanwhile, everyone was talking to each other and seeming to catch up. I was wondering if my mom showed up. I briefly wondered what had changed during all the years that passed, but I wasn't too concerned by it. No one else seemed to either; everyone was busy talking to each other.
The dream ended around there; I never got my spaghetti dinner.
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Post by PFA on Dec 3, 2018 11:45:13 GMT -5
I had a dream last night where me and some other forumers did one of those post-game RPs like we did for Medieval, except it was a crossover of some kind because I was using Bardsley and there were some like, Hero City characters. Anyway, the roleplay was pretty short, and kinda trailed off like we weren't sure how to continue it.
So then a couple months later, these two clueness newbies show up and decide to hijack the thread, saying something like "oh this looked interesting, we wanted to continue it," except they were like kinda godmode-y and decided to fill in some of the blanks about our characters/worldbuilding/whatever. GLQ had to step in like "uh, about that" while I was just sitting there laughing at how badly they misinterpreted stuff. Bardsley was a doctor??
So yeah it was pretty silly.
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Post by Twillie on Dec 26, 2018 14:55:11 GMT -5
Tfw you have a dream about yourself scripting out your story, and it actually makes sense. The sequence of events, lines of dialogue, amount and order of panels to make, just everything could actually be applied in real life. It's like for the first time, a dream's given you clarity on something, rather than confusion.
Except it scripted out the wrong story.
My brain was clearly in the mood last night to do some Blossoms brainstorming, but for some reason it decided to create a whole new plot for it to plan out x3 The story was similar-ish to what I actually have in mind, but alas, none of the actually-makes-sense plotting can be transferred to real life use x3 Maybe next time!
Also, in between my dream Blossoms plotting, I dreamt that I was sometimes playing, sometimes actually living, a Nacy Drew-esque mystery PC game. It was a group of young kids going around trying to solve a mystery that eventually involved the local mafia and homicidal good-guys-brainwashed bad, and as things progressed, I remember thinking to myself, "Wow I thought these games were supposed to be simple, like for kids?" Like, the penalty for losing the game was the main characters' deaths, so uh. High stakes.
The end boss of the game was near impossible to beat (because this was also apparently an action/monster game), and I had to use some cheats to get past him. The game didn't recognize this though, so I was just kinda stuck on what was supposed to be the end screen, but it didn't acknowledge my cheap victory. Alas.
Also also, a couple nights ago a dream of mine absolutely convinced me for about five minutes that in How to Train Your Dragon, Hiccup has an older sister that's always out adventuring, and that this was like some spoiler revealed in a TV episode or something. Her name was Valkyrie, and I kind of want to draw her now xD
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Jan 17, 2019 11:31:33 GMT -5
I had possibly the dream with the most hilarious ending I've had in ages. (Warning for dream-related mind screw)
My mom wasn't feeling well, so I was supposed to drive her to my aunt and uncle's house so she could relax for a bit. So I got in the driver's seat. The only problem was that I'd been kind of sleepy, so I started falling asleep as soon as I got into the driver's seat.
I shook myself awake, but kept my eyes closed as I started driving. I was navigating fine, but at some point I realized "oh, maybe I shouldn't be driving with my eyes closed" and opened them.
All I could see was light blue, and in the corner of my vision, a teddybear's head. At this point my reaction was 'aw, crud, not again'. See, in the past I've many times realized I was dreaming, and opened my eyes to prove it, but been unable to keep them open because I was really still sleeping. Other times I've realized I was dreaming but been unable to open my eyes at all. So naturally, my dream-self thought "welp, I've fallen asleep, and I know it, but I can't break through the dream." Because no matter how many times I opened my eyes or moved my head, the blue and the bear were there. I tried pinching myself, and having someone else pinch me, but no go. So at this point I did my best to pull over without being able to see the road, and worked harder at waking myself up. I tried to move around in my seat, I tried yelling, nothing. I started to panic; what if it wasn't a dream, but instead something was wrong with my eyes, that I couldn't see anything except this one thing. I willed myself even harder to wake up.
And then I did wake up.
And saw that the blue had been my walls, and the teddy bear head had been my teddy bear, sitting on my bed beside me. And that the entire dream I had been opening my real eyes and not realizing. Whoops!
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Post by Rabbit ♠ on Feb 1, 2019 8:22:31 GMT -5
I had a weird dream where I thought I woke up and I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day. I only realized this was a dream when my actual alarm woke me up.
Not a really weird dream, but it was enough to disorient me for a moment.
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Post by Twillie on Feb 17, 2019 9:46:26 GMT -5
Tfw you have a dream about yourself scripting out your story, and it actually makes sense. The sequence of events, lines of dialogue, amount and order of panels to make, just everything could actually be applied in real life. It's like for the first time, a dream's given you clarity on something, rather than confusion. Except it scripted out the wrong story. It happened again!!
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Post by Gelquie on Mar 5, 2019 6:18:37 GMT -5
I've had interesting dreams the last two nights. I should probably talk about them a bit before I forget about them. Night one: Basically, I thiiink I was a space-time-dimension hopper of sorts? It built up over time, and started with me jumping from scenario to scenario. Including one where I thought I had woken up for real. I woke up in my apartment, started my morning routine. Getting up, exercising, various other things. Then bringing my laptop into the other room... onto to find that my laptop was already in the other room. While my laptop was in my hands. I had my suspicions before; the air around me didn't feel right, in that I didn't feel it at all. And there was a brand new rectangular lamp in my room that I didn't have before, and didn't have when I first entered the room. Which generally clues to me in to it being a dream, but the laptop thing confirmed: I was still dreaming.
As soon as that clued in for me, I woke up in my bed again. Except this time, because I was aware of the clues, I immediately checked for what I could feel, and I could tell I was still dreaming.
I think for the sake of avoiding a realistic waking-up loop, my dreams started to vary things. So I would keep waking up in various scenarios, that gradually grew more and more different. Eventually, it wasn't a matter of waking up; I would just appear.
And at some point, I was a character, hopping between dimensions for... reasons. I would spend some time in some scenario, explore the place, and follow some sort of story thread. I think I was supposed to find these various small-time villains. I recall during one of them, I was traveling through a broken-down swampy area, and I had managed to find a young woman who was intrigued by what I was doing, and so traveled with me for a while. The villain was a goop-spitting monster of sorts, or maybe they were just affiliated. At some point, it became clear that the villain had just hopped to the next dimension, and in order to help things, it was time for me to hop along too. I said my goodbyes to the person with me, and she mentioned that it was incredibly exciting, and she'll miss it. The way to hop to the next dimension in this scenario, was to wait for a giant goopball to spit at me and hop into it. (I don't know.) So I did just that, getting dirty, but it worked. I hopped over. The camera changed to the woman who was traveling with me. She had other people with her, but she decided that maybe she would have a better and more interesting life following along with me. So, she waited for a giant goop to spit at her, and she jumped into it, following me.
I was already over in a new place, which I don't remember. And at some point, while I was facing something else, she had caught up to me, and told me that she wanted to travel with me and help me. I think I felt grateful for the help.
How far did we go? Did we ever stop the villain? How did the time we spent together go?
...We'll never know, because I woke up and forgot a lot of details. But oddly enough, Night 2 had a kinda similar theme. Night 2: This time, I don't think I was traveling through universes or the like and more traveling through portals to other dimensions. Like hell! No, really. At some point earlier in the dream, it was apparently established that I had gone through a portal to Literal Hell multiple times before. Usually just for short stings. I would parkour to various areas, either as elaborate hallways, elaborate set-ups, or places full of lava and darkened lava-like rock. I think at some point I met the leader of it as well, and I think I was asking him for help?
I dunno. Anyway, the part of the dream I remember more is that I was with a bunch of people in the "real world", and it was supposed to be the climax, high stakes and all for whatever we were doing. There were four walls at various places that were represented by different symbols of a deck of cards. Everyone had pushed on the appropriate symbols and places on the walls and managed to create entryways for themselves. It all seemed to be going smoothly. And then it was my turn. I had to climb into the middle of a wall on a tower and push the area for the spade. Except it wasn't working for me. I tried and tried. Someone else came and tried to open it themselves, but it didn't work for them either. We were kind of panicking at this point; if we couldn't get through all four areas, whatever we were trying to do wouldn't work, and whatever villain or bad thing is out there would overcome us.
At some point, I not only was suddenly transported to the top of a roofless tower, but I had a risky plan. I opened a portal to hell up there and figured that going through it could help us out somehow. But then we realized it'd be risky. We didn't know exactly where the help was, and it would take some time to get through it. And it was a risky place to go in general. But thankfully, Casper (yes, the friendly ghost) decided to volunteer to try to trek through hell! So I went "aah, but it's risky... Look, *holds up a phone*, keep in touch through Skype, okay?". And so, Casper risked their un-life and went through the portal!
...And then I realized. "Wait, I don't have a phone with Skykpe. And my password is too complex to type in on a phone anyway. I could use someone else's phone...? ...But Casper may not have their contact information... They could be stuck there forever!!" I realized I had put Casper's unlife at great risk! So I turned to the others and went: "I'll be back soon, I promise! I need to find Casper!" So I jumped through the portal myself!
And so there I was in hell. And there was no portal behind me because I had to go through hell first, of course!! Or at least, the parts I needed to traverse. I was in this circular room, and there were two ways to go, and no one around to help me. I took one way, which was an elaborate, ornate hallway with curtains over windows that... led to nowhere, come to think. And appropriately-spaced wall-lights that made it very pretty. Oh, and you had to travel along the window-sides because the floor was lava. So I did that; I parkoured along the window-sides (slowly; I'm not very good at parkour), relied on the surfaces near the windows and the curtains themselves to get across and eventually swing myself over a gap to the next area! (It occurred to me that if Casper didn't go this way, it would be quite a task getting back. But I knew I could eventually! If that was where Casper went!)
Next area, I found myself at a demonic tea party. There were two demons there. But they weren't really... demonic. Just kinda monstrous. One was a big short pink demon who was gobbling up snacks, and a smaller flying demon who was conversing with them. They were generally making a mess. So I thought I'd ask them: "Hey, did you see a ghost cross by here?" They made a bit of small-talk with me, then told me they haven't seen him.
Hmm, this posed a dilemma. If I kept going, maybe I'd be closer to the end and achieve the goal we needed in the first place. But then if they didn't see Casper, maybe he went the other way, and needed saving! Where should I go?
...I never decided. I woke up.
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Post by PFA on Jun 4, 2019 11:11:35 GMT -5
I had a dream where some character aesthetically similar to "Badeline" from Celeste (a meaner, ghostier version of myself, or whatever character I was meant to represent in the dream) was going around causing trouble, and I was trying to stop her. I did manage to capture her at one point, but she escaped and I had to chase her again.
At which point some of my OCs showed up (some of the Tilotarian colonels from Mundus), who were apparently on maybe-Badeline's side because they immediately started trying to stop me. The dream ended pretty promptly after that, but it was cool because dreams with my OCs are always awesome. Plus I got to discover that being on Trahein's bad side is legitimately terrifying!
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Post by Gelquie on Jun 5, 2019 17:39:22 GMT -5
I had several dreams last night. Here's snippets of one.
So the zombie infestation happened, and the story was at first following some group of teenagers like some after school horror movie or something. They were going around investigating rooms and things. And I... was a zombie. Except I still had my mind and didn't want to kill anyone, but I knew I would be killed on sight, and I happened to be in the way of these murderous teens. So in very video-game fashion, I'd have to hide around the rooms and try not to be spotted by these snooping teens who would kill me instantly if they found me.
And sometimes, they did find me and kill me, and in very video-game style, I would end up starting over. Sometimes I was caught for very small reasons; for some reason it was very hard for me to hide. And the teenagers would look down to the nearest cranny, even if they were in a library looking for material to help them out. Usually, after a few tries, I would be able to hide undetected. And then somehow end up in the next room and have to hide again before the teenagers arrive, even if they should've arrived before me.
At some point, I was in control of a teenager in the library, and we were looking for a specific book. There were multiple to choose from, and I wanted to go through as many as possible. Except I managed to find the correct book on the first try, and because dream video game logic, after that, I wasn't allowed to look at any of the other books. So I sorta reloaded the dream and tried again to read all the books and saving that one for that. (Except I think there was an implied time limit, because others got more stressed the more books we went through.)
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Post by PFA on Jul 3, 2019 11:51:40 GMT -5
My dreams are rarely presented in chronological order, but I'll try to make sense of this one. Let's see...
First off, in the dream, I was a character named Ariel. (Though I kept switching back to just being me because dream logic, but you know.) So she/I went on some sort of camping trip with some other miscellaneous people, apparently hosted by my real life grandparents. It was unclear where exactly we went because dreams are inconsistent, but at one point it said California, which I'll go with that because there was definitely ocean involved.
At one point early in the trip, we stopped by some sort of museum, which also happened to have an aquarium. Now in this aquarium was a creature who definitely did not belong there, being a large, white, holy being that apparently no one realized was actually a holy being. (Don't remember what kind of creature they were other than aquatic, maybe some kind of dragon.) Anyway, they told me/Ariel telepathically that I was the chosen one destined to save the world or whatever, then warned me of the large eel in the tank directly behind them, who they said was an evil being because of course. So me being dumb, decided to go around and visit the evil being out of curiosity. Upon seeing me, he immediately rammed the glass, shouting telepathically that I was "the demonborn." Me being sufficiently frightened, I ran away.
I ended up rejoining the rest of the camp, where I met a girl named Ursula. If you can't guess from the names, we were apparently destined to oppose each other, but we did not know that and became friends instead. Take that, destiny!
Anyway, the rest of the camping trip ended up being my dramatic hero's journey, which I remember little of, but I know there was a flood at some point because why not with the obvious water theming.
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Post by PFA on Jul 24, 2019 12:05:18 GMT -5
Double post, but I had a dream about a woman living a peaceful life in some 19th century (or so) village. There was a famous magician in town who looked a lot like Howl from Howl's Moving Castle, but I think she said his name was Andrew? Anyway, she somehow ended up meeting him, and he took a liking to her.
So he let her in on a secret: that the world they lived in was not what it seemed, and that if she went up to a particular wall and pressed against it, she would learn the truth. This little secret apparently did not sit well with someone, as Andrew was promptly attacked by mysterious forces. The woman, not wanting to get attacked herself, ran to the wall in question and did as Andrew had said.
Sure enough, after a few moments of leaning on the wall, she passed right through it. She found herself in some sort of laboratory, wearing an outfit similar to a hospital gown, with several scientists staring at her in shock. It turned out that the world she lived in was not real, and that she and all the other villagers had been captured and placed in this virtual world as some sort of experiment. It was never made clear why, but apparently several of the villagers had been captured as infants and had been trapped there their whole lives, whereas others were adults and just had their memories wiped. Evidently, Andrew was the latter, but his memory had somehow come back.
The main character lady, suitably horrified by this news, fled from the scientists before they could wipe her memory again (or worse), heading back into the virtual world to try and rescue the others. She started with Andrew (who'd apparently survived the attack), but was having trouble getting him through the wall for reasons unknown. And unfortunately, that's when I woke up.
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