Dream 1 - Raging Mare
The visuals were dim and a bit blurred. I was in the master bedroom at night. Almost immediately, I realized I was riding a brown light horse, if not a pony. The creature's belly was swollen, no doubt because it was pregnant. Upon my noticing as much, she began huffing, and stamping around in frustration. I feared she was giving birth then and there. I knew I had to get down, but dreaded getting walloped in turn.
Soon, my brother Radomir arrived, placing himself right in front of the horse. I urged him to yank me out, warning he do so in the horse's view so as to not startle it too much. Before I could get down, the horse swung her back high. I reactively held on to its neck, keeping myself from flying into a wall or any other obstacle, before pushing myself away from it. I then laid flat on the floor, hoping this would keep the animal's attention elsewhere. Instead, this drove the horse completely bonkers. She circled belligerently around me, neighing violently as she did. Just what kind of trouble did I get myself into?
The dream faded shortly afterwards.
Dream 2 - Illegal Magic Critique
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was going through a series of hallways in an apartment building, the walls plain white. Radomir was with me. Between our walk, we showed off some magic powers to each other. This manifested as ethereal golden runes over our palms. The runes circled vertically around in the air, spinning in wider arcs, before vanishing from view.
Later, we somehow stumbled into a courtroom. A trial was well underway. The defendant, an elderly black lady, was being charged for using magic powers without permission. Since there was no precedent, the ruling of this trial had important consequences for magic-users in society, and was thus highly publicized.
Anyway, the old lady was herself well renowned for her talents, and I respected her abilities greatly. Ignoring court etiquette, my brother and I approached her, so that she may critique our skills. I tried displaying my powers, but only managed to literately blow smoke from my hands (which, I should note, was blistering hot). . The lady chuckled at my struggle. She advised something about not getting too worked up.
Don't recall how this ended.
Scrap Group 1
Watching an Avengers movie on an old CRT screen. Radomir and my nephew Amir were there as well. Cap and a few others enter a small lab, the place untidy, if not ruined. They confront an old man, pressuring him not to go through with some plan. The old man snarls his intent of getting revenge against Thanos at any cost. He then points to a large, broken capsule on the floor. Lying inside was Natasha, now dead. I questioned whether this took place before or after Endgame, and perhaps if it occurred between Age of Ultron and Infinity War.
Something about Adventure Time.
Dream where I rated, reviewed, and scored my dreams today, all as part of some game.
Dream 3 - Tense Skyscraper Hospital
Scene 1 - Tension and Alley Snacks
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in the upper floor of a skyscraper. This place contained office rooms for well-to-do doctors. Indeed, a screen repeated advertisements for one of such physicians, a tall, balding, light skinned man with white hair and glasses. He was said to be both a renowned medical doctor and veterinarian. The doctor made note of his procedures having high success rate, and their exorbitant costs ($100k at minimum).
Skip ahead [omission/unknown timeskip] to outside. I found myself in a long, shoddy alleyway otherwise busy with activity. It seemed a group of vendors were selling wares, illegally no doubt, though neither appeared the shady type. Among the items there were a variety of cakes, pre-sliced (yellow, white, and I believe cornmeal cakes), as well as small packets of golden raisins. I sampled a small piece of cake, and took raisins along with me (don't think I actually bought it, though I didn't steal it either). Soon, I spotted my brother Benedict around. I offered him some of the food I had, but he declined for reasons that weren't clear even at the time. Warp.
Scene 2 - Thin Mustache Fall
Similar visuals. I was in the medical offices once again. Mom, my sister Rebecca, and my niece Suzy were seated on pink leather EZ chairs in a waiting area. I overheard Rebecca complaining about how her daughter being given nothing but pizza for dinner by her dad for the past few days. [Omission] I left eventually.
Around then, I observed myself on a mirror. It seemed my mustache had somehow vanished, yet my beard remained intact. I did a double take, to find it'd been restored, if a bit thin.
Various unknown occurrences. Unknown timeskip again. I was looking out the glass walls, observing the blue sky behind nearby adjacent buildings, as well as the city streets below.
Suddenly, I realized the dream. I phased through the walls, and jumped out. Before I hit pavement, I quickly swerved vertically, and launched myself skyward.
Soon, I found myself flying over a bare grass field under a bright, sun-glared blue sky. I enjoyed the view for but a minute, before my eyes began shutting themselves without input. Having dealt with this before, I first rubbed my hands, then used said hands to force my eyes opened. My view widened again, but everything was now blurry and indiscernible. As suc, I opted to prepare a DEILD. As soon woke up, as expected. But, I drifted off much sooner than I realized...
Scrap Group 2
Watching gameplay of the original Guilty Gear. Zato-One was being used. Not sure who his opponent was, though they fought in dark, starless city streets not fitting any stages from the series. Zato used Invite Hell for wake-up pressure. When the opponent was cornered, he managed a good hit, which he converted into an air loop (perhaps an infinite) involving Rise and Fall.
Dream 4 - Airplane Mode
The visuals were dim. I was wandering around in a poor, lightless suburban neighborhood during the dead of night. Old pick-up trucks and SUVs were parked on the roads. Soon, I heard music sounding, discerning it as
a song from Dyna Brothers. This tune brought instant awareness.
Recalling the TOTMs, I began reshaping my arms. I first changed my forearms into helicopter propellers on metal poles. Raising them above my head, I spun the blades. When it first started, this felt as if my wrists were spinning full circle, though I lost sensation once they spun too quickly to see. Soon after, I was able to hover in place a few feet above the ground.
But, before I went far, I'd recalled I needed wings, not rotors. And so, after landing, I changed my arms into the wings of fighter jets, the thrusters themselves where my armpits would be. I ran as fast as I could. That is to say, not fast at all, given how clumsy these rigid wings were. It felt as if I'd large kites tied on my arms, which themselves were bound on makeshift, heavy wooden splints. Anyway, I activated the thrusters through will alone. It felt as if blasts of compressed air were shooting behind me. Steadily, my feet got off the ground.
I wasn't really elevating too quickly, barely making it above 12 ft. within thirty seconds time. Impatient, I instantly changed myself into a human-sized fighter jet proper. I zoomed around the area, looking for something to asplode with extreme prejudice. But, besides houses and cars, there wasn't anything of interest. I flew around for two minutes before giving up the search.
Lost awareness. Don't recall how this ended, save for still having the tune in my mind by the time I woke up.
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