The grudge (DON'T PANIC THIS DREAM ENDED OKAY)

November 8 2013.  19, DEFINITELY a nightmare.

  I literally just woke up from this dream and crawled up to record it.  It terrified me, but at the same time, now in retrospect it was a fascinating dream with lots of important architecture I didn't explore.

This is also the first time I'm adding "creepyfuck" into the labels because there is simply no better way to explain this.

The dream started out with my family at a supermarket trying to buy things for hot pot.  In most ways like my childhood, my sister and I went to explore the building while my family did their thing.  The architecture of my building was interestingly contained; we were inside some kind of talllll tower.  There was a single oculus overhead that bright light shone down in, and there was a pit at the bottom which led to a set of double doors. The first floor had no doors, nor did the second, but the third to the sixth floor all had about three doors set into small alcoves, each in a whorled layout, like leaves.  So the three doors would be distanced like an equilateral triangle, but the higher you went, the more they'd rotate just about 30 degrees so the doors were never set in a straight line.

Anyways.  It was reminiscent of the water temple in Twilight Princess, but much lighter, like the  Ancient Cistern in Skyward Sword.  My sister and I explored the alcoves.  One of the on the fifth floor led to a dead end.  Another led to the hotpot-supermarket thing where my family was (both mom's and dad's were present).  Another led to a library of sorts that was kind of nice to walk through, like a miniature mall garden insert with books.

Three of the rooms, we discovered, were material worthy of the horror genre.

One of them, at the top, had the door askew.  When I pushed the door open, I saw a dark, cave-like space ahead of me, and realized that the cave floor was littered with children's skeletons.  Now, dream me was sensible enough to say "HELL NO" and I pulled my sister out of there.  We explored a few other doors; another one also led into the supermarket, but it wasn't the same one, so I assumed there were two doors there.  There was a door that led to a small, brick room with a treasure chest inside, and I think I opened it to get some rupees.

Now, the second of the three horror rooms was just, like, a normal waiting  room of sorts like before you go into an office, but my sister and I discovered an odd painting on the wall that was just a black smear.  When I looked closer, the smear transformed, and the child from the grudge peered out at me with his eyes rolling.

SO UM NO EVEN RECALLLING IT FREAKS THE SHIT OUT OF ME.  Even my sister was like "WHAT THE FUCK" in the dream and we ran away, freaked out.

I've covered maybe seven of the ten rooms so far.  Two of the rooms were simply unaccounted for, but I knew in my head how many rooms there were.  It may be interesting to note that we actually flew to each alcove, though the motion was much smoother than if I were flying with wings.  Me and my sister were simply too scared to explore further, so we went back to the hotpot with me entering first.

There, I met up with my mom to pick some ingredients for the hotpot.  It was literally a supermarket restaurant where we could pick our hotpot ingredients from the get-go.  I accidentally ordered a whole subway sandwich and in the dream I momentarily spiralled into guilt because I just wanted a nice dinner with my family, but buying the sandwich would kind of mean I wanted to eat separately, but my stepmom reassured me that it was okay, that my dad could use it for lunch.  So it was crisis averted.

What happened here was my stepdad was looking for Phoebe.  Apparently, my sister wasn't at the table.  So I went back out to look for her, and I heard her call my name from the bottom of the tower.

I slipped through the hole that led to the short hallway at the bottom of the tower, and that led to a set of double doors.  So I went in.  Inside was a dark, abandoned restaurant, much like the other potion of my aunt and uncle's restaurant in Cardinal.  They always used to keep the lights off in one half of the restaurant and only opened it up around holidays, when more people would come eat.  In my dream, it was like that, but deeper, like a dimsum place.  I found my sister lost in there and she apologized, saying she fell through the hole and was trying to get back out.

Then, when we turned around, we saw the grudge.

She wasn't the same from the movie.  She had no neck.  It was just a wet, grayish blob with murky black hair hanging around her shoulder forms.  Her face, however, was the exact same.  Her long whitish-blue arms hung by her side, stained by soot, and then, after what felt like an eon of the two of us being frozen there, she started to move towards us.

I grabbed Phoebe and bolted.  "Move, move move!" I told her frantically.

For some reason, the dream transformed.  We were climbing up the stairs of my residence house, sort of.  The stairs were at the end of the hallway, like where Veina's room is.  We bolted up and ran into the bathroom, where one of my mom's family friend's (I forget who) was showering.

I had to get Phoebe away some how.  So we went back into the hall when we were ready, and she had already climbed to the top of the stairs.  I kicked her down the stairs violently, and I shooed Phoebe to her room at the end of the hall, saying I'd take care of it.  I ran to my room, which was right at the mouth of the stairs, and when I glanced down the stairs, she wasn't there.

I was rummaging in my room for SOMETHING, and when I walked outside, she was sitting on the stairs, staring at me.  SO I FREAKED OUT AGAIN AND SLAMMED MY DOOR SHUT.   Then, her fingers started to come through the cracks of the door. I grabbed my exacto knife and tried to stab her, but her fingers contorted out of the way.   Then her whole body slid through the bottom crack of the door, grabbed my legs, and her face peered at me up-side down and she laughed this terrible laugh, "I got you."

SO I WOKE UP LIKE PANICKING AND SO SCARED THAT I COULDN'T MOVE AT 7 AM.

Afterwards, I fell asleep again for two hours simply from exhaustion.  I couldn't move at all.

In the second portion of my dream, I was fighting off invading angels from the doors.  I couldn't physically fight them off, so I basically lured them to each of the creepyfuck rooms that I could.  They didn't come out after I lured them in.  It was odd because they scaled the walls with ropes despite having wings.

I don't really remember this portion, only that at some point I went back to the supermarket hotpot.  Down one of the aisles, the grudge was there AGAIN.  She shuffled towards me and I freaked out, ran back to my family, and tried to get them to leave.

Then I kid you not, my family got up with ladles and chopsticks and woks and beat the living daylights out of her.  Like literally ripped her to shadowy pieces.

this is kinda awesome

so yeah.  I'm ending the dream here.  I don't want to think about it any more, despite the better ending.  XD

The wounded

Last night, October 12 2013

A strange, melancholy, but gentle dream.

There are parts of it I can't remember in all coherency anymore, BUT, I do remember some parts.  There was one segment where I was walking with a friend (I can't recall who), and as we were walking, we saw two cardinals land in grass.  One was trying to pick the other up very protectively, and it didn't leave even as I drew close because it wouldn't leave its companion behind.  The colour of the cardinals were very much like the colour of the maple leaves outside of my bedroom window here in Mississauga.  In any case, I spoke in soothing tones to the alert cardinal and told it that I would help resuscitate its fallen friend.  So I picked up the fallen cardinal, and the alert one hopped onto my shoulder wearily, and I bundled the bird into my arms carefully.  (They were much bigger than cardinals; once I had the one in my arms, it was more like the size of a crow.  The wounded one wasn't as red as the alert one).

I took it underground to an odd, metallic facility, where it started to wake up and struggle.  I bundled it carefully and held it tight so that it couldn't roll and run and hurt itself.  I asked someone to help me search up on the computer how to properly patch up a disoriented bird but that person typed so slow that I had to make them carry the bird so that I could do it myself.

I don't remember much of what happened after that, but it healed and then the two cardinals flew away together, and I was content.

The facility was central to the dream.  There were some Zelda themes, like how the map of the facility would change if I opened certain chests inside.  There were holes in the floors and a strange dungeon map one had to walk through with caution (it was like the prison in which Tingle was held in Windwaker, where you had to crawl and try not to hit dead ends in a maze or else you'd get dropped out of the maze).  At some point in the dream Link satisfied the condition to grow a sort of blue, Windwaker themed flower, and it transported him up and onto the second floor efficiently.

I also had a dream that there was a robot programmed with Sarah's memories, or something of the like.  This robot was fully integrated with Sarah's emotions and spirit, but she was constantly reset enough so that she never remembered me or the people that loved her.  There was a period in the dream where she was remembering past "lives" she had before each reset, and she was very confused near the end, struggling like a human to recall things she should've known by heart.  The robot didn't look like her, however.  It was metal-coloured, though still human, and the only thing that was the same were her eyes; her hair was in various shades of black and white and gray, and it was much more voluminous.

The dream left me with a gentle sort of melancholy feeling.  It's hard to describe dreams like this, because Ithink my mind tries to block out some details so I don't feel sad upon waking up.

The end of the world

LAST NIGHT oct 2 2013

Colour, vivid, epic, nightmare

I dreamed that I was walking through this university's music room.   The floor was staircase-amphitheatre style, and there were students sitting at each level.  I believe Jessica was in my dream, and we talked about Haley, and then I hugged her, proclaiming how happy I was we were getting more friends in common.

When I went to the back of the room, I realised it was sunset.  I was super excited to take a photo for my scavenger hunt.  So I snapped a few with my phone and grabbed Valerian, my biggest doll, and went outside.  I was posing him in several ways (note: he had odd eyebrows in my dream.  Too deep set and with real hair sticking out) , trying to get the right lighting, and then this little boy came out with me.   He was suplosed to be the child of the family I stayed with for residence (not true) and he kept bugging me.  I kept speaking to him to be patient,  quiet etc.  The sky was a beautiful mélange of purples, pinks, blues,  yellows and oranges.  It was going to rain, I could tell because of the clouds, and so I wanted to snap a few pictures and leave.  The light was progressively shifting quite rapidly,  and I was frustrated with the kid, who kept badgering me.

Suddenly, the clouds about two kilometers away swirled into a cone.

The sky went extremely dark purple and I saw a flash before hearing thunder down the street.  It was extremely loud and the boy jumped out of fear.  From the cone a monster like a white and creamsicle orange-tiger striped, sinewy monster dropped from the sky, and I almost froze. I was snapping pictures still and I  saw a flashing spark beside his feet before lightning came down.

We were thrown back, but I scrambled to my feet and ushered him inside.  I ran with the kid in my arms (now that I think about it he looked a lot like Morgan) and I told him to go find his parents.  I grabbed my shoes, boots and running shoes, and wanted to join him but I saw a photographer outside, crawling through the debris of our yard.

Behind him I saw a diminutive form of the monster, having crawled its way here.  I opened the glass porch just a bit to tell the crazy man to come inside,  but he didn't.  He looked at me and I motioned for him to be QUIET, then pointed at the monster just behind him.  I then went inside, mind racing as to what necessities I could pack to survive and mentally ticking off what wasn't important.

The house was all lit, a rather nice and expensive house like auntie Doris', but it was dead silent.  I charged to the front dooor where I saw the father revving the engines to a white mini schoolbus filled with kids.   I screamed at him to wait for me just for five minutes, and he nodded.

I bolted upstairs and began to stuff my bag full of necessary clothes.  Two bras, socks, underwear, two pants, shirts, a sweater, and my heavy coat.  I also wanted to bring more pencil lead and my small sketchbooks, leaving behind everything else. My heart was pounding as I packed.

Then the dream ended.  I woke up.  Yikes.

Don't go

Jan 25 2013
Dream nightmare lucid

Sort of a nightmare. Very vivid. In this dream were Sarah, Me (as Colleen sometimes), Lucifael, Cerulean, and Lale.  We were all roommates to an extent.

It started out with me sitting in a room that looked like my parents' from 24 pettibone square.  I was sitting with Lucifael, who I recognized without a moment's hesitation prior to his becoming ruined, and I was also sitting with Sarah.  Lucifael and I were having some kind of deeper discussion; his laugh was very soft and just as I imagined his true voice to be.  It is the first time I have dreamed of him and that makes me rather glad to have conversed with him for the first time.  Sarah was ready to take a shower and I laughed and told her to go.

First, the window went dark.  I could feel and immediate chill and tension that settled into us. The demons were here--the demons that plagued Lale from the first story.  I saw Sarah go and then I followed immediately, tense and anxious.

The hallway was dark.  The demons ate the light.  I couldn't see them but I could feel them, they were like hot air that warped my vision but they were so corporeal that it was terrifying.  Immediately I ran to the front door, trying to draw the demons out of the apartment because I had a sense that there were people I needed to protect inside.  When I left the shelter of the apartment the giant collective demon appeared before me like a wavering dark mass, his eyes like pinched and ripped points of reality.

It grabbed hold of my throat, and my throat felt like it was being shredded by knives.  I tried to rip it with my hands and teeth but the demon was too strong.  That was when Lucifael shoved me back into the apartment,  and shouted at me to run.

I stumbled back in but I was caught by the shoulders.  The person who caught me ran past me immediately after he set me on my feet, and ran out the door to save Lucifael, who was surely getting eaten.  It was Lale, his red eyes burning through the darkness as he slammed the door in my face, effectively shielding me from the sight of Lucifael getting mauled. He was a menacing shadow, an equally terrifying force to counter demons.  Seconds later the doorknob disappeared, and I knew Lale was ready for war, to protect me and the rest of us.

I ran to the bathroom because I heard the water go on. Sarah didn't yet know what was happening.  I panicked because the demons couldn't get in so long as Lale sealed us safely inside, but they were waiting in the pipes to be pushed in.

I burst into the bathroom and watched as the demon came out of the shower head as Sarah bathed.  She shrieked as it clawed her head, having no physical effect but mentally causing her to feel something akin to knives being drawn over her scalp.  I yanked her out from the arms of the demon and ripped the demon to shreds in my hands, shouting at Sarah to return to the large room where it was safe.  She stumbled away and I faced the dying demon in the bathroom, continuing to rip it until it faded to nothingness.  After that I left the bathroom and back down the dark hall, where Sarah was sitting dripping wet and crying.  I hugged her and cheered her up, telling her that since the demons were so fleeting, with the sensations gone the second she left its grip, she didn't have to remember.  She started to smile and I noticed how green her eyes were, and how much paler blonde she looked than usual.  I slapped both hands lightly on her cheeks and giggled when she scrunched up her face, having forgotten the ordeal.  "Repress it well," I told her softly, and walked back to the now-lit living room.

Lale sat sprawled, naked, on the bamboo-woven couch.  Things surrounded him and he looked at me with painfully empty eyes.  My heart leapt out of my chest and I knew instantly Lucifael was dead, probably still being eaten right outside our door.  Lale had sealed us in safety once more.

I brushed aside the things on the couch and he kept staring me with those haunted eyes.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and sank my face against his chest, but he kept pulling farther back away from me, as if I were a stranger.  One thing very vivid about the dream was that his skin was cold and milky white.

  And that was when I transformed into Colleen, always only able to touch him if I'm her and her only.

"Why are you pulling away?" I asked him, and my voice was much softer than it used to be--Colleen's voice, of course. He froze instantly, staring at me part in confusion and part in hostility.  He knew I was changing into her to soothe him.

He didn't speak but watched me wearily as I pulled myself beside him on the couch.  I really became Colleen, at that point.
I knew he grieved for Lucifael, but Lucifael flung himself to the demons to save me, and I did not have any right other than to revere his sacrifice.  "I'm sorry," I whispered hoarsely, and I touched his cold arm.

Then, I felt myself rummage through my own chest, pulling the flesh on my right breast.  "Our son is safe," I softly said, and from the outer periphery of my dream vision I pulled a bundled, warm, mauve-skinned newborn from myself.  Lale's eyes widened to spheres.  I looked down at Cerulean, the infant, who was still wrinkly and small but with his eyes two large blue-gray orbs, like mine--like Colleen's.  He stared at me and I kissed his forehead, then I handed him to Lale, who trembled.  Lale's face became infinitely tender as he cradled Cerulean and he looked at me with the same tenderness, pulling both me and Cerulean into his arms. He was warm.

I saw Sarah smiling at us from the side of the room, and her sea-green eyes and siren's hair disappeared down the hall to my left where the bathroom and bedrooms were.  I looked at Lale to my right and the black window beyond the couch, and some blurred part of the dream happened after that and I can't recall it.  I believe the window showed sunrise and the demons leaving for good, and Lale sagged against the couch with our child in his arms, and then he fell into an exhausted sleep.

After some time sitting next to Lale, I saw beside him someone in sunglasses and a pristine white suit, with dark brown skin, standing beside the window.  Suddenly a hallway stretched where wall next to the window used to be..  The sunglasses man motioned for me and like a ghost, I stood up and walked to them.  In that moment I forgot the room of the apartment and myself, temporarily turning into a famous singer (in my dream she looked like Lady Gaga but wasnt her exactly).  The other side of the apartment suddenly turned into a long hallway and pop music played while the white-gray walls swirled with colour.  I wobbled on my heels and strutted down the hall.

When I turned the corner I saw televisions lining a wall with music videos playing.  There were more windows at the end of the L shaped curb, the wall with the televisions also having silvery balls of various shapes dangling from the ceiling, sometimes in rows or sequentially. Outside the windows was a strange scene, blue sky above studded with high contrast clouds and ethereal, pearly coloured mists on the horizon line.  It was eternity out there, and I had a feeling we were up extremely high.

But that was when I jerked.  I started stumbling back after being overwhelmed with images of musicians and stars.  When I went back around the corner, the couch and front door of our apartment were still there, but the hall down which Sarah had walked turned into an identical stretch of hallway that was equally white and sunlit. Lale and Cerulean and Sarah were gone, and everything had turned white like milk.

I was crestfallen, a part of me empty but another part aching and screaming.  Where were they?  I need them.  But the man with the sunglasses pushed me back down the hall with the televisions murmuring something about moving along, and our apartment once again disappeared from my vision.

That was when I woke up crying.

The transit transgressions

January 24 2013
Nightmare

I only remember a snippet of this dream, before I woke up.

I was on the TTC rt line and heading home.  While I was sitting tapping on my iPod, this guy beside me with pale brownish-yellow-orange hair and dirty blue eyes started talking to his dark-curly-haired, burly friend on my other side.

I was on the Gaia app and he started talking loudly over me.  His voice was average, like any teenage boy's voice. He started laughing and telling his friend that my items were cheap, that "I used to have this game too but my items were worth far more, look at hers, her items are worthless."

Of course I tried ignoring him.  His friend had a deeper voice and he laughed on the other side of me.  They jeered about other things too, like my weight and how I'll never have a boyfriend because I'm so ugly. At that point I snapped at the two of them, "Don't you assholes have something better to do?"

"Nothing better than messing with you, bitch." Snarled the brunette.

They followed me off the train.  I started to cry, feeling threatened and rerouting my anger to sorrow.  The people around me nervously watched but ignored the transgression.

One of the guys pulled me by my hair back from the rt.  I tried to punch him but my hand was soft like jelly and I couldn't form a proper fist.  I felt a spike of fear as they howled with laughter, and the people around me merely got on the train and left me alone with those two boys on the platform to deal with their violence.

I woke up in shock with a pounding heart and aching chest at about five in the morning.  I felt lonely and it was very hard to get back to sleep. It wasn't a great dream to have after my birthday, but oh well.

The untrue friend

Dream nightmare
September 26 2012

Mall, washing thus little girl, not filling out worksheets for the little girl's parents who want to see if I'm a good babysitter. The child loves me but the parents ask ridiculous things like empirical formula of the shampoo THEY gave me to use.  Washing scene transforms into a cult guild meeting, Jen in corner wearing a pink wig.  Me and friends who magically appeared (little girl and parents gone now) go up to her, friendly conversation.  Jen Ip and tricking us (me and two friends, I think Sijia and someone else) to join the laughing coffin guild, the attempted murder. They told us to sleep in these beds as it was a sleepover, we get into "bed", bed starts opening up into hole and they start packing us with dirt.  They tried to bury me and four other people alive; I save two friends and stare at Jen horrified from the descending coffin with live people inside, and she looks disappointed that we didn't die. Then went home, doing the paintings for homework in my dream, return to school.  School is a mall and we are temporarily distracted by Halloween and Barbie doll goods; we follow a preteen girl with olive skin and bushy, curly brown hair in costume deep into mall. I run into Jen and break off from group, wanting to confront her.   Talking with Jen about why she's doing this; she smiles and looks beautiful and feigns innocence.

Her guild infiltrated my highschool orchestra. I knew what they were going to do so I told people they needed to go home and do my music project to leave me with the conversion of ppl into the murder cult. Managed to save Josen and Angel with good, light-hearted acting, and cult ppl don't suspect me of knowing what they're about to do.  I pretend to go to bathroom to try and escape but Jen follows me, and I confront her.  She smokes in the bathroom and her beauty is withering, and I earnestly feel heartbroken that she's changed to be so malicious. I tell her so and she cracks me a tense, maniacal smile.

Time comes for conversion.  Music room changes to cathedral like space, high windows with white and gold walls.  I hide in bathroom and grab heavy plunger. They convert people into murderers the same way Amon from Korra takes bending away.  My heart leaps to my throat as I watch people get brainwashed willingly.  A woman comes into bathroom, tries to drag me out, and I slam the plunger into her head repeatedly to knock her out.

When I sneak outside, Jen stands in front of me.  There is a storm brewing ahead. I scream at my friends to hit them in head to return to normal. Soon Jen corners me and I can't hit her, I love her too much to dare.  I ask her why in a breaking voice. She smiles coldly and explains its for taking Aaron.  I knew this Jen was fake, a figment of my insecure imagination, and I wanted to fix her no matter what.  But she said something like "You knew I wanted him so you took him, then you guys practically disappeared and then broke up.  So you fooled around. I liked him but you got in my way.  Now he's just some stupid boy who couldn't make the right decision in my opinion, choosing you." she then said something about wanting to be the first one to play him, that stupid boy.  I felt enraged.  I fight her with the plunger and she looks terrified, no longer smug.  I shout, " how dare you?  How dare you treat Aaron like he's just another boy?  You never liked him at all!" and my heart breaks.

I hit her hard with the plunger.  She crumbles. The cult flees, everything in chaos, but I sit with her until she wakes up. She is back to normal, with her pink wig on, confused and happy to see me with no recollection of cult brainwashing. We walk home together and I feel sorrowful relief.

In the dream Jen was not herself.  She's not that petty, and she's more graceful, not conniving.  I understand myI sparkle-eyed envy of her probably made her the antagonist of my dream but the whole time in the dream I felt sick to my stomach with how she was warped and changed, attributed to the cult.  In the end my love for her put things back to normal.  I must miss her a lot, I think.

Sent from my iPod

The Disillusioned Heroine

Dream march 1 2013
On school, scooby doo, and gravity

I don't remember this clearly but it's there.

I was in some kind of animation school where they told us to invent some kind of believable animal and then cgi a documentary of that animal that looked like a legitimate documentary.  In my dream I riffled through a computer with past examples of work and there was stuff like fiery otters, high-jumping chibi angel creatures, and I decided to do a living ball-jointed doll.  I also considered my woodland half plant rabbit that I designed in Print class but flashes of imagining how to graphically design it made me think it was too difficult to do.

This dream as sort of coherent, sort of not.  I was on the subway on my way to that art class when I saw a man with a violin and a woman with a guitar. They had a mandolin-like object with them and I picked it up, while carefully going to throw out food I was finished eating, then I tuned it and randomly played pretty chords.  They joined me and we started to sound awesome.  The two of them sang like Lady Antebellum's duo and when we reached a conclusion of a musical interlude, I improvised and sang too, and they looked at me, impressed.

While this dream was happening I was also having a dilemma as Daphne from scooby doo.  Fred was always touching me and vaguely I remember that in the dream I didn't want to go out with him anymore, since he treated me like a "babe" and went out to see other girls.  Thelma kept yelling at him if he tried to get cozy with me but in my dream I was reluctant to push him away at times, or resentful of how disrespectfully he treated me at others.  I was also being courted by the nerdy doll from Robot Chicken, and he stuffed his shirt with cotton to look more buff and impress me.  It was kind of... icky.

Another segment of the dream concerned me in a half-forest like setting trying to imitate some of the animals I saw from the first documentary.  There was this one where I jumped a lot from high distances and then landed on my feet.  I felt exhilarated and I wondered if I could fly, too--attempts afterwards confirmed that I could not.

That's about all I recall.

I just found a bunch of my dreams written on my iPod

The next slew od posts will all be old dreams!

The anticipatory dream

Dream sept 10 2013


First part of the dream: I was driving with mom through markham and we parked on a grassy hill behind these new houses without backyard fences. We crept down the hill to find and admire our new house.(totally geographically inaccurate details lol). The house back was just as it should be, red brick and black roof etc, but the front when we walked down a charming set of steps to it was warped and different in my dream in a good way. First it was indoors like a classy apartment foyer. It was cheery and christmassy out front (golden gas lamp street lights, pale cobblestone, a warm glow over everything but still having an ornate ceiling overhead) and the top floor of our house had those overhanging plaza shop mini tent roof things. There was another house on top of our house, as if it was transformed to a plaza condo (think Asuna's house in SAO. ) Mom and I left cheerfully bc construction was coming along nicely. Then the dream changed when I got into the car.


Then it was me and phoebe playing in a GIGANTIC house, well furnished but not really ours. we were house sitting. I chased Luna up the stairs, rubbing her belly when I could catch her and she ran into the room Phoebe was gaming in. The owners of the house, a couple who were family friends (can't remember who) came in with grocery bags.


After that part of the dream I went dow stairs and suddenly i was in an outdoor fair of some sort. The place literally looked like a realistic rendering of sszelda's Skyview temple, with more white staircases leading up into the temple (now built against a stoney cliff like a cave) and staircases leading down into an amphitheatre like space. I went straight in through the temple doors. Then i was walking through the tco performance in a sort of tribal space in a cave, a mix between markham theatre and like any aort of high fantasy Nordic dwelling with wooden ceiling beams paved with wooden planks to make accessible levels. Then they held that odd tribal performance (music, singing, drums torches cave drawings) meanwhile they held an "ancient" wedding ceremony.


I was Link and I was seeking the last pink fairy to complete a sidequest (that doesn't exist in canon games lol). I spotted it down with the performers and I tried to shoot it but failed. Spent a good part of the dream ninjaing around to try and grab it. When their performance was done, I said the barest of polite hellos and kept trying to get down to the pit where the fairy was. Soon they hung up banners of mario kart characters like tapestries and for some reason I shot the goomba one with a gun. A green rupee fell out and down but I couldn't get to it in time. I DID however get down to the pit finally and I found the pink fairy in an oily-brothed cauldron flitting frantically. It dawned on me that I needed to go further upstairs to play the sun's song in another temple room to dry up the cauldron and free thr fairy.


Before I could go I was stopped by seeing one of the tco girls chew out two boys on their terrible performances and how they'd never make it to new york. I frowned and wanted to hit a tabletop to stop her escalating shouts but ended up lightly grazing her cheek. She stood jn shock (it was the petite double bass girl in spyre and with short hair... jamie?) And I stuttered and apologized. We talked for a bit and she apologized too, her outburst due to the stress of having performed in nyc. I suddenly felt something around her. Like a TANGIBLE glow or change in temp or sth. I just told her that she was one of those fated for success, and if she worked hard she could defo achieve what she wanted.


I left to go back out to the courtyard where it was getting cloudy and gray. Some glum food vendors part of the tco volunteers tried to sell me the cold pasta and rosti while some of them ate it. They were also simultaneously boothing and promoting something, but I'm not sure what.


The rant on america: LITERALLY a passage in my dream I read that "I" wrote


"I don't understand American democracy. I don't understand what it means by them being "united" and their definition of true democratic freedom, where young men and women are lured to work at things they hate for unfair wages with the comforting promise of commodities until they become bitter adults, and then it's too late.


I dont understand cosplayers who cosplay in succession different layers of the same trope (followed by anime images of different "weak heroines" with plastered smiles and outstretched hands)."

Then I woke up. What an odd dream!

The Sand-Man

Dream
May 10 2013
There are parts of this drean that are jumbled but there's quite a bit of cohesion still.

I dreamed I went with two friends to Mcdonalds in the middle of the night, supposedly after classes. We were walking in a utopia-like city with futuristic elements, with silvery streamlined lights and aerated gardens next to the roads. Between the bluish moonlight we also saw things lit up by the white streetlights and the pea green tealish colour of the floating mini gardens, and we were surprised no hovercrafts and rail vehicles were out at that time of night.

The two friends with me were Sijia and Emily and when we walked in to the McD, which was furnished in salmon and brown colours typical of the franchise in Canada, there were masses of people sitting inside. We couldn't find any seats so we turned left into a small area closed off by a glass door overlooking the children's playplace. We had troubles opening the door and found it was locked on the outside but openable on the inside, a new measure to protect the children from predators so that only someone inside could open the door. A woman playing with her kids in the ball pit opened the door for us and we went in. There was an empty table right there with four seats so we sat down, and I read the label on the wall which said "This room cannot exceed 9000kg."

So Sijia and Emily decided to go order and asked me to stay in the room to open the door for them when they got the food. I asked Sijia to pay for me and I'd pay her back in a second. I sat cross-legged on the floor for some reason and grinned up at my friends, saying something funny that I can't remember now. The two of them ran off laughing at my jokes and Emily had to round back with her usual sweet, curious expression to ask me what I wanted to eat, so I said big mac.

At this point more people came into the McDonalds and it was getting really crowded. I turned around and found an Indian family consisting of a skinny, slightly balding, moustached father and a long soft-haired, kind-eyed mother with a small bindi between her brows sitting with an adorable little girl in her lap. They appeared beside the seats where me and the girls left our backpacks. The father looked concerned that we were there because apparently they were here in the room first and he made a bit of a fuss until a worker--a teen boy with pimples and orange hair--came in to tell us that it was fine with our numbers. The father was distressed because he was worried all of us would exceed 9000kg like the sign said and that made me feel self conscious. I huddled near the wall and tried not to feel fat.

At this point the dream changed a little. The Indian family fled the restaurant with the others because apparently a curse was coming. I could hear the people through the walls murmuring "A curse, a curse..." and I watched through the glass enclosure as they all filtered out. The Mcdonalds was rapidly decaying into a moldy colour and the people fled it in fear, but I realized I had comrades to wait for. So I stuck my twin knives (suddenly I had some) into the ground and waited patiently.

My two male comrades came back and I tensely told them we were running out of time. At this point I think they were swapped with Sijia and Emily. One of them was a human hero, a young man with shining blue eyes and brown hair and dressed fit for an rpg, broadsword and red cape and all. The other held my attention. He was a tall, muscular man with deep brows and a severe expression. He looked like he was dressed like a pharaoh with the cobra-like headdress and white loincloth, and his eyes were just white with no brows or lashes. He was a gorgeous man, with something that drew me to him. He was a bit emotionless looking, serious and a bit like a fierce animal. Also, he was made completely out of golden sand.

The sandman and I were the hero's retainers. I didn't yet know how I looked like in this phase of the dream but my legs, from where I could see, were a shimmering dark violet-blue with the texture like sleek, taut whaleskin under a white gauzy wrap I wore. We made a fire out of the remains of what looked like an ancient civilization's belongings (me and Sijia and Emily's backpacks, now reduced to fossils) and we grimly wondered how we would defeat the curse on the pyramid that has been causing mischief since a thousand years ago (so I assume I am now a thousand years in the future).

I was sitting near the sandman and I shuddered. The hero looked to me, concerned, while the sandman's stoicism melted instantly to worry. He gripped me by the shoulders so that I would not fall over and then he frantically checked my hands. My fingers on the right hand, which used to be so long, were dissolving. I was also turning into sand, but unlike him, I was not retaining shape. He held me in his smooth-yet-gritty arms and I was too tired to reassure him that I was fine.

Here in the dream, I saw a flashback. It turns out the sandman used to be an archaeologist's son in the era where me and Sijia and Emily existed. I saw him as a fine young man, hair flowing in the wind and excitedly helping his father's team search for an entrance into the Egyptian pyramid that they were excavating. His father was a bit of a reckless, energetic connoisseur relentlessly pursuing a legend of how the pyramid had magic to turn everything to gold. So he and his son were excavating the front of the pyramid temple (which looked more like a roman temple facade attached to the pyramid) and that's when his father accidentally broke a gem that released the giant curse. It actually was a curse that turned everyone to golden sand, and the father was obliterated immediately. The son--the sandman--instantly turned to sand but he was in the right spot to absorb the powerful wave of magic. He stumbled out, his entire body now sand but with his consciousness, only to find that all of his father's group were screaming in pain as their bodies turned bluish violet and crumbled away in seconds. Anything organic was also turning that bruise-like colour and crumbling away, and the sandman couldn't even cry for them anymore.

Back to the present, I managed to sit back up with the hero's help as well. The hero was unaffected by the curse like certain other humans, but I wasn't so lucky. Because it's been a thousand years since the curse activated, now the effects were slowing down. My whole body was now that glittering, indigo stone colour because it was preparing to turn to sand, but the curse was eating at me slowly, as did a lot of other people who were coming to the same stage of the curse as I was. I had strong warrior's prowess so I've been helping the hero because we both wanted to find a way to stop the curse, no matter how watered down it was diluting. The hero was much younger than me--here in the dream I was almost thirty, and he was half my age--and I treasured him like a son. The hero had been asked for help by the sandman, who has been seeking people with ambitions like ours. And after we met, I became the sandman's lover.

The hero rested for the night and the sandman, an old and tortured soul bearing the guilt of all the dead people from his father's foolishness, rested with me in his arms a bit away from the hero. The sandman was exhausted. He was using his magic to keep me together and slow the curse as much as possible, but he simply couldn't give me the immortality that he had. I climbed on top of him and pressed my warm lips to his, like kissing a warm beach , and he wrapped his arms around me. He was gentle with me and I laughed, massaging the perpetual stony furrow in his brow and trying not to feel scared that my fingers were now shorter. I reassured him that it would be fine, that I would fix all of this with him, that he didn't have to be lonely forever anymore. His tongue was like a soft ribbon of water, flowing and clinging to my body. Having him inside me was filling and exhilirating, for he was hard like stone, and the sand of his body were so fine and packed that it felt like hot satin. He looked like a scary templar at first but Gods, he was so gentle, so firm with me, and when we woke in the morning, he stayed close for several minutes with that furrow in his brow before we went to awaken the sleepy hero.

Our only way to stop the curse forever was to destroy the pyramid. However, the curse was retaliating. So the electronics and mechanics around us were coming to life and attacking us. We were steps away from the pyramid now so its power was strong and the hero drew his broadsword and started slashing, and he yelled at us to go destroy the pyramid because I was lithe and powerful while the sandman knew where to hit.

A sandstorm brewed while the sandman and I leapted through the air. I slashed at the debris being thrown at us while the sandman blasted with his violet blue magic. We were like dancers through the storm and I prayed for both their safeties while the pyramid screeched at us. When we finally reached the temple facade I slammed my knives into the violet blue gem at the top and was blown back, but the sandman caught me, and we went right back into it. He whipped the sand into the gem and I stabbed it with my knife, realizing that one of my arms had wholly crumbled away in this mess with a twinge of fear. I was going to crumble soon.

I suddenly realized what I needed to do. I screamed at the sandman and that caught him off guard, and that's when I kicked him in the chest so hard, with both feet, that he careened out into the storm. I used the momentum and launched myself into the temple face, and with a satisfying crack, the gem was rended to pieces from my knife. All of a sudden, the sandstorm around us stopped and the temple face started crumbling away. I sighed in relief and let myself fall, knowing that now humans born in the future would never fear this curse again, and also knowing the hero was safe. As for the sandman, I kicked him away so that he wouldn't get caught in the destruction of the temple and resolved to die myself, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him fly towards me between the debris and sand.

Before I could send him away again, he glared into me, and I realized his true eyes were back and they were yellow-gray. I was stunned by his magnificence in that moment, and I could not describe the squeeze of pride and sadness that overtook me when I found him racing closer. His headdress was gone and he was almost naked, but that didn't surprise me, and his golden body wove while also leaking sand in all places--he was dying, too. He used the last bit of his magic to throw a stun spell into me, and I screamed at him not to, but then my body was frozen. I wanted to save him but he wouldn't let me, and he knew that both of us would crumble regardless. My consciousness separated and I watched myself fall, paralyzed by his magic, with him behind me wading closer through the air. My whole body was the colour of bruises and my eyes were a clear blue, with soft black hair waving under an Egyptian lady's cowl. One of my arms was gone and the other was laid over my breast. The sand man, now also crumbling at a quicker rate, gently wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me as we plummeted together.

We were shot into the sand below and then everything fell quiet. The hero fending off the machines watched as they died back to being scraps of metal and he panted, sweat coating his brow. For a moment my spirit went and inhabited one of the machines just to protect him, but I knew I needed to be with the sandman now. Once I knew the hero was safe I didn't want to worry the sandman or leave him alone any longer, so my consciousness slipped back under the sand, and wove into thr tapestry of the world's consciousness. He raced to the edge of the precipice where he was standing and looked for us over the edge, but all that was left was the pyramid and sand. He cried for us but smiled, too, knowing that's what we wanted, and that we succeeded.

After that I was a consciousness floating in the stream of sand. The dream becomes incoherent here. There was singing from the bones of the archaeology team (one of them sang "Colleen is a queen, a rose of the eve") and the sandman's soul gently took me aside and asked me a riddle. He showed me a conch shell and inside was written "Love 2, Originality 3, Tree 5." And some other things, but now I'm unsure. I saw the sandman's father in the trench made by the fallen stones and I was happy.

That was the end of that dream. There was a bit more but I can't recall now. It's been a while since I had such a vivid one, and I hope some more visit me.

Raven and the Wings

Dream march 27 2013



(written shortly after I woke up and forgotten until now, I'm sorry)



Flying with RAVEN and NOVEMBER.

In this dream I was went to this beautiful academy in the country, and I took the yellow shuttle school bus out to town. We passed by a grassy field in the afternoon, with blue skies and dandelions--everything looked vintage-filtered and nostalgic.


I got to this supermarket where lots of interesting things happened. Walked by a fish stall and watched blood and ink burst from a crablike squid (squid with crabby texture but still soft) and the woman behind the counter (who introduced herself as Nina Durjic, a brunette with a strong nose and deep set eyes) apologized and said I was the calmer of the few to watch that happen. EDIT march 29: She looks a lot like the life drawing model in Drawing 1 for our final assignment, though this dream happened before I did the assignment... Scary! A prophetic dream? Anyways, I told her it was fine and I wanted to buy shrimp.


We talked for a lot longer and she walked with me to go to the cashier where it morphed quickly back into the entrance way of the school, like the giant overpass in twilight princess out of castle town before Kakariko gorge. The lighting was now bluer and whiter and more true to colour. However, inside the big gate were a pair of MASSIVE, medium brown, wooden medieval double doors that were arched in shape. Nina complained about how I suddenly flew over head and raced her, but after she grinned, I flew higher than the doorknob. It was kind of mean of me but I slipped in when she heaved open the door a little and I quickly flew to the top of this gigantic cathedral (that felt quite small since I climbed it in wing beats). I left Nina behind yelling that it was unfair, and when I looked down, the view of the top of the cathedral was 2D and like I was playing Legend of Mana ( even though I hadn't played that game before, that was what I associated it with immediately). The cathedral had two spires and a square facade with one rose window, all in gray--I think it might be one of the cathedrals I studied in art history but I can't confirm that yet. Though the front and textures were realistic enough, when I looked down it was pixelly and looked like a throne room with green floors and blue carpet, and an empty throne chair the same colour and texture as the cathedral. Nina's womanly voiced raised higher and higher til it was like a young girl's and she called for me to fly up with her since she wanted to play too. When I landed on the strange pixelly, open roof with the throne it was like seeing the scene warped to perspective--it was eerily flat and smooth with the only real object being the throne, which was the same colour as the warm gray cathedral stone. I dropped off some groceries and flew on the other side, and then I rounded back to the front. The flight was very fun, and the wings on my back actually FELT like they were moving! It was like I had them forever and I was used to the feeling of them flapping. So when I rounded around these other students in dark navy uniforms (the original colour for Saint) kind of rolled their eyes at me with smiles since I was showing off.


It turned out to be Raven waiting for me--Nina had morphed. Raven looked so realistic and felt like different textures in this dream and it makes my heart content. He asked me to give him a piggyback flight and I reluctantly agreed. November was leaning against the stone front gate with a soft smile on his face and watched as Raven tackled my back, wrangling his lithe and small arms around my neck. He was thin and dancer-like and rather weighty. My wings felt weak against our combined heaviness. The wings were dark and dusty in colour, a cool blackish gray near the top and fanning out to warm light gray at the bottom. We failed a few times and I complained that I couldn't fly like this. But Raven giggled and insisted and hugged me tight so I complied, shifting him properly on my back between my wings and I tried to take off. Couldn't. Raven toppled over my shoulder and headfirst onto the stone, crumbling into a pile of silver hair. November freaked out but tried to keep the concerned students at bay while I resuscitated him. I slid my hands into his silky thick and heavy white-silver hair, like soft strands of silk between my fingers, and raised him by the base of his skull. Then he flopped lightly against my shoulder. He smelled kind of nice but he felt unusually heavy. I ignored the prying students as my fingers glowed cyan blue with magic and I worked out the blood flow on the giant bruise on his head. He woke up and blinked his giant pale blue gray eyes at me, each white eyelash in startling definition. He looked like he walked straight out of my digital paintings, all soft tones and shiny skin. But Raven smiled sweetly at me with all the crinkles of his eyes and I told him, annoyed, "I told you I couldn't. Use your own wings."


So Raven's beautiful soft black wings came out of his back and he said "Fine, fine, sorry." He flew with a burst to the cathedral top and November chuckled, following him with white speckled wings like a snowy owl's (my mind probably conjured this image because November has eyes like one). Mine turned orange and brown like a chicken's but I flew fine. I actually liked my new wings better with colour.


Once we were up, we dove down and out the gate and it was... exhilarating. We zoomed back to the supermarket where I slowed down and gave up on doing flips so as to not crash into the walls of products. The supermarket was very typical and atypical of an Asian supermarket at once; it had plenty of daylight and was warmly lit orange like my living room at 125 Winston castle. I zipped around a corner (sth else happened between this scene and that scene but I don't recall. The supermarket's layout is pretty clear in my head so I'll sketch it later. It was shaped like a B, with the entrance at the bottom serif and the fish in the top serif and the next scene happened in that bridging area in the letter B) Angel was there in a cute top talking to Jacky on this short flight of stairs and asking if he knew this brand of snacks were good. I smiled and narrowly slipped by her and she showed me the snack quickly. With her cute hushed voice she asked me"Want some? Do you like this one?" I thought she was chatting to Jacky because she had a crush on him but it turns out she was asking for his opinion on what to get me as a snack gift. I didn't get to talk to Jacky because he walked off but I wanted to catch him before he left again. I walked to this produce-like section and pondered over what to buy my friends. I grabbed a terry chocolate orange for Jacky and moved on. Then when I got to real fruits, me and this unfamiliar older boy who looked like Veina's south asian Cass friend were inspecting what looked like iced quartered pineapple. While the guy sniffed it I saw the label overhead--Penus. LOL. Even the guy and the shop npcs laughed. Pee-nuhsss. Haha! The way they said it in the dream was priceless.


I was rounding near the fish section again and I thought bext time I'd bring Nina some wildflowers for the display. The crabsquid was still there bursting blood and ink again but it still didn't bother me. I thought of taking armfuls of wild flowers on the highway to give to Nina and then I woke up.






Well, the most important part of this dream was seeing Raven in such high definition. It felt nice to have him flutter his lashes at me.

The sunny university

Dream, sweet
December 23 2012

Last Night my dream was cool and weird. I dreamed I was at several fictitious universities. This dream was rather nicely true to real-world places and objects and had only some shifting qualities.

One I was in a UTM like building and someone was throwing a party - probably Veina. In this dream I was a boy sometimes and a girl sometimes. I was uncomfortable with being at the party so I asked Veina if there was a back door for me to leave without people noticing. She showed me to this door after showing me a lot of rooms. One room was almost rococo with golden ornate wall decorations and people dressed in lace. Another was an empty gaming room that was kind of old with chunky computer and looked like the old computer room at Wilber and Connie's house. Some were bathrooms, some were bedrooms, though I was aware it was all at the university. I kept trying to avoid the people.

Veina showed me to a back door (by now the university building was starting to feel like a domestic house, what with its cream coloured carpet and hallways and shoes at the doors). She showed me that under the back door mat there was a fridge like space and I put some drinks in to chill for her. Then she was gone and I left through the back door.

My bike was waiting outside and I checked all of my belongings, which were in that polka dot/plaid black and white bag Sarah gave me that was rather small. Keys, IPhone (oddly enough), my flip phone, wallet (at some point in the dream I put more money in, which I grabbed from my coat pocket), some other shenanigans. I put on my coat and bag and grabbed my bike and was ready to set off and go home (wherever that was - in my dream I was aware of having my new Samsung phone and wanting to download a compass to figure out my directions). Note that in this dream I often had a sense of direction.

It was pretty outside. It was morning, too. I could see fields and trees and real UTM buildings in the distance like the IB building and RAWC though they were in the wrong places. On the sunny pavement people were playing tennis, walking dogs, and jogging on the grassy hills. Midway through trying to leave I ran into Phoebe, who was rather excited to see me. She asked me to take her to tour OCAD and I said why not. So we walked out of that park-like University space to an intersection and then between the intersection - it was weird that we decided to jaywalk instead of taking the intersections. I recognize the intersection, though the road names were inaccurate. The east-west road said it was "Your blvd", and I giggled at the pun. The north-south one we were crossing was Bloor street, but the actual intersection is slightly south of Warden and Kennedy. I could see the plaza with the T and T in the northwest corner.

She was excitedly yelling about the right times for us to cross and I kept being like LOLNOPE and grabbing her arm before too many cars came at us. The traffic in my dream was very realistic and paced realistically too. Even the left and right lanes were going in the right directions as Canadian traffic. When we were half way through the big road, between the north and south lines, the sky suddenly flashed a dark red and then the sun set, leaving us in dim twilight.

By the time we crossed the road we commented on the weird sky, and Phoebe in my dream even laughed and agreed with me that sunset always happened so quickly nowadays. She went ahead on the sidewalk and slipped through an inner road, like one of those that often cut streets in order to get into neighborhoods. I followed her into the path and some trees and then we showed up at "OCAD", which was actually just a pretty and modern, glassy building.

I locked my bike and we went inside, and we explored the place a little bit. It was very pretty, with different styles of artworks on the wall. This was when Phoebe started to morph and I did too. She was becoming another girl - thinking that, she must've become Asuna - and I was fluctuating being Sophia and being someone like Kirito, probably. We wandered around and passed a Tim Hortons and some more artsy areas that are rather a blur to me now. There was a dining space kind of like Markville mall's but with much more windows, a whole wall of glass, a biiig staircase across the window wall that had nice black and white floral-scribble wallpaper decorating the sides, and modern white-sphere-floral IKEA lamps hanging from the distant ceiling. When we got into that building it was morning again and we didn't notice.

Sometimes our art was on display, too. I saw my mirror glass lake one up on the wall and felt pleased.

We went and lined up at the Tim Hortons and Phoebe danced away first to order. I originally wanted a cookie and then realized I wanted a sandwich and drink instead. The guy behind the counter - a nice looking Chinese man - told me proudly that he'd make my drink any way I liked. So, coke? Yup. Sweeter or fizzier? Fizzy. Hard bubbles or fresh fizz? Fresh fizz. I could taste the drink in my dream, like tropicana mixed with club soda, and I was happy. We got our food and sat down, though I don't remember having to pay.

We were admiring the art all day and then we sat down at this table to eat. Here Phoebe was Asuna - her entire appearance changed to gingery-brown hair and she wore pinkish-white. She smiled at me and asked me how I was liking her sandwiches and I enthusiastically replied that I loved them (being Kirito, I would assume, though sometimes I think I was my own OC Nicholas because I swear I could see blond hair and blue eyes when I looked at my reflection in the glass.) The food, of course, changed to match that description.

Then behind her popped up this grotesque snowman mascot. It had a scary face, a red and green scarf, and a swollen middle. I freaked out and when she turned around she freaked out too, so we ran.

We were back at the intersection and we crossed to go back to UTM - again, the street was evening but the university stayed evening too. I was about to bid farewell to Phoebe and return to the task of biking home. Once I was back on campus, however, I realized that I was wearing my turquoise butterfly shirt instead of my coat. I realized after I started feeling chilly and I freaked out, checking my bag for things I might've missed. The bag transformed into my pink flowery bag from China but all my things were still there.

I started to wrack my brain to remember when I had left my coat behind. Phoebe offered me suggestions too. Then, we backtracked. Party house, fridge space under the back door mat, Ocad's rooms, Tim Hortons.

Eventually we were at the cafeteria of OCAD again, except this time it was night, and we had checked everywhere. We sat glumly together and wondered where I might've forgotten it or taken it off. Sitting with us was another guy with black hair and eyes and a kind of meh attitude, and he was almost an anime character in appearance (but not Kirito, either). He was an artist we ran into a lot during the dream, being both an anime artist and a carver having a style that mixed clothing with organic/living organism designs. He was as depressed as us.

Phoebe wandered to the spot we were sitting at lunchtime and that was when the big snowman popped up again. She changed into Asuna and cried out in shock, but the guy in the snowman suit unscrewed the head and took it off. He was friendly looking. From the inside of his suit he pulled out my coat, apologizing to Asuna and commenting how our art looked really good. He especially liked the art of the guy with us, pulling out a designed boot from his costume that had an unfinished rubber cast of a crow's face at the foot, which looked quite cool. He apologized for scaring us and told Asuna I had forgotten the coat when I ran. They smiled at each other, being friends now.

"You must be the Venus from which he models his art," I heard the mascot say. Asuna blushed and smiled and I jumped over to her finally, wondering if she was okay.

Then with all of my things back, we were ready to leave before the depressed guy at our table started lamenting the art show. I firmly rebuked his self put-downs, assuring him his style (in my dream he had anime prints up and they were amazing looking. Very blue with overlaid watercolour salt and alcohol textures. He had low self esteem but I told him what the snowman guy said about him having ridiculous talent, and he perked up. We encouraged him to put more stuff up on deviantart too and he smiled, nodding.

Then mom woke me up. Haha! This was a very neat and realistically detailed little dream. I'm glad to have recalled so many details. It wasn't super fantastical but it was cheery and bizarre.