Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Thursday 04 January 2018

As part of my New Year's Resolution, I'll try posting here a bit more often, DV tasks or not. Anyway, I got a number of fragments to note, as well as two full dreams.

Dream 1 - Badgering the Shrew

The visuals were blurred. I'm shopping in a superstore at night time. Skip to my waiting in line. It seemed a Middle-Eastern girl in a hijab was holding everyone up. This frustrated someone ahead of me, a tall African-descended girl in her early-mid twenties, her thin frame covered by a black coat, and a beanie partially concealing her curly-kinky hair. Indeed, she became so irate, that she began disrespecting the idler, up to and including using the audacious term "sand-nigger". The irony of such didn't go over my head. Still, I sought retribution.

"That wasn't nice", I blurbed calmly.

On getting the shrew's attention, I fired a barrage of red lasers at her, just strong enough to itch. Taking things a step further, I conjured a tiny clone of myself, who zapped her as I did while scurrying all over her person. More than enough pestering to drive that reprobate away. Good riddance.

There wasn't much more until this transitioned or ended.

Scrap Group 1
At home doing chores. I start organizing my bedroom/general storage closet, where I accidentally toppled a box filled with paper scraps. Amongst the litter were unusually tiny family pictures, as well as various cardstock tokens. The latter included several icons of Spider-Man, one of which was bright purple.

Watching Spider-Man: TAS. This had Spidey investigating an abandoned clocktower. Inside, he finds Shaggy from Scooby Doo. The two are then attacked by hovering gun drones, and later, unmanned attack helicopters.

Dream 2 - Can't Stop the Slander

The visuals were a little blurred. I was wandering around in a huge facility. While walking up a flight of stairs, I noticed my wearing baggy jeans, and without a belt, no less, condemning me to much discomfort. Several hallways and checkpoints later, I turn up inside an education building complex spanning from pre-school all the way through university. There, I encountered my sister, Margareta, and her daughter, Sandra, the latter of whom appeared a year or two older. I called to my niece, and began following both to a classroom, only to get the door closed and locked in my face. Hmph.

As I made my way back, I stumbled into a (larger than normal) waiting room for the local principal's office. After that, I somehow ended up within the huge reception area of a government office complex. T'was a ways out of my destination, I was sure, so I took the nearest elevator down.

There was someone already inside, a black woman who seemed suspicious of me. Later, two oriental girls in their early 20's appeared out of nowhere, one stubby, the other skinny and bespectacled. Anyway, the elevator drops me off directly into city streets. While exiting, I overheard the Asian girls murmuring about a young woman in the distance, giggling and mocking her about something or other. Paranoia got the better of me; I feared those two would insult me as well.

Incenced, I turned around, and blasted the skinny girl with stinging red lasers, but this seemed ineffective. Still, this did catch her intrigue. She approached, and asked to see more "magic tricks". So, I decided to leave her with a "gift": my mini clone. The girl graciously accepted the "adorable thing", as she put it, completely unsuspecting of the antics that awaited her. Couldn't help but snicker as I walked along.

By that point, I'd remembered the related dream above, and gained semi-lucidity (enough to know this wasn't real, just not necessarily a dream). Anyway, I soon entered a fancy apartment building, a bright, art-deco structure. I made my way up, and arrived at a suite with plain contemporary interior. My destination. Inside, I heard my mom's voice speaking loudly (as she usually does) in another room. To be more specific, she was complaining about me to dad. Such annoyance. Thought spooking her good would put an end to that. After asserting that we were visiting California, I created a small tremor. Unfortunately, mom didn't seem to notice at all. She soon exited the room ( a bathroom, actually), and continued her tirade in plain sight. In response, I brazenly shot static sparks at her, bringing her hair up on end. Despite as much, she still went on as if nothing happened. Bewildered, I upped the amp, zapping her with such force so as to cause stammering, trembling, and even to roll her eyes back. And yet, she still. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

I gave up, and let the dream end.

Scrap Group 2
Dreamlet transitioned to dream. I rode a glass elevator down to a cityscape similar to above. I "daydream" about Dragon Ball Super, particularly on the subject of dubs. This had me thinking of Whis getting bothered by his Saiyan pupil's repititive questions. He then manifested nearby.