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.
