Dream Logs DWN-12

bbCreated Friday 14 June 2019

Lots of things today, though a number of dreams have been reduced to fragments.

Spoiler for Got too much to say again...:

Scrap Group 1
In an urban apartment building. Newman from Seinfeld shows up, and starts acting like a jerk. To keep from his unwanted company, I jumped out a window, then flew over the city's streets.

Walking around a suburbs during daytime. I later fly up to a clear blue sky. I've feelings of becoming lucid at some point, but can't seem to recall that. There were also a bunch of other forgotten scenes.

Dream 1 - College Bomb Scare and Random Junk

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was wandering through a crowded hallway within a college. My brother, Amir was there as well.

Commotion stirs when people nervously double back past us. The source was an exposed maintenance room at the end of the hall, an area others took pains to avoid.

As we turned back, I stumbled upon a supposed friend of ours, a security guard, a white guy about 6'3" tall, athletically built, and a few years older than me. Seeing him off-site from his patrol route, and, more pertinently, fully equipped in black body armor, was great cause for alarm. A bomb scare, I assumed. I urged him not to go. His eyes hinted dread, betraying his otherwise stoic expression. He glanced over for a second, before marching onwards. Several more guards followed suit. A fire alarm then sounded, causing some panic among the crowd. My brother and I hurried out before thins could get out of hand.

We arrived at a wide lounge, blue carpet and like-colored cushioned seat spread about between dark wooden constructions (including pillars). Things seemed to have calmed down once we stepped foot there. I walk to the far end, while Amir goes off to do something else. Mom and my sister Miranda also happened to be there, each at opposite ends of the place, as was Felicia, who was seated on a sofa in the middle. Then, a thin black lady with braids, a supposed professor of mine, took a seat next to Felicia. She waved at me, and I returned the gesture to her and my niece. I then went over there to play pranks on Felicia, poking her and such for fun.

Later on, I'm watching a rather explicit video on a phone. I really didn't want to see more than I had to. Eventually, the video cuts to some ad from the college itself. This informed viewers on the various offices on-campus. There was a clip of a secretary handing a student paperwork and an ID card. Scroll out to reveal the student was actually Amir. I was suddenly warped into the area. Once I did, Amir disposed of both items.

Don't recall how this ended. DEILD attempt after, but I lost awareness.


Dream 2 - Quick Urban Flight DILD

The visuals were dim. I was walking through urban streets during midnight, a downtown area visible in the distance. Amir was also with me.

We pass near a Hispanic fried food eatery (the type that serves fried plantains, pork rinds, and the like), light flickering under its yellow canopy. A figure steps outside. It was dad. He glanced over towards us momentarily, then continued on his way. Seeing him alive and well instantly made me aware.

Remaining calm, I took Amir by the hand, and flew us towards the starless sky. I was nearing skyscrapers, when the dream began to collapse. Rubbing my own hands only helped so much before it faded.

Scrap Group 2
In a bathroom. I stare at the mirror. It seemed my face was stuck in a menacing frown, no matter what I did.

Dream 3 - Guide Department Store Brawl

Scene 1 - First Nuisance, Then Nemesis
The visuals began rather blurred, but clarified over time. I was in a mall. Seems I was a security guard, my uniform an intimidating, military-esque, all-black long-sleeve shirt and cargo pants ensemble plus combat boots. I encountered some family members at some point, but I don't recall how we interacted.

Later on, I take a round through a department/clothing store. It was there that I was stopped by this short middle aged white lady in a black dress, brown hair combed in a beehive, and face in a perpetual scowl. Even at a glance, she obviously looked the 'I want to speak to your manager' type.

"You!", she screeches. "Can't you see I'm lost in here?! I need you to tell me where to find what I want, right now!"

I mentally rolled my eyes. "Lady, I'm a security guard. You'll want to find someone employed in the store."

""So what?! You work at the mall, so you need to help your customers!"

She continued on a nagging spiel ladened with causticity, belittlement, and obnoxious self-entitlement. Sighing, I thought "If only this weren't real. Then I'd..."

That's when I telekinetically lifted that whiny shrew off the ground. Awed, I looked at my hands, and asserted the dream state. I then chuck that now frightened nuisance out of sight.

I immediately set about looking for my guide E to spar with her. First, I check the clothing aisles, though she wasn't readily present. So I took a moment to shadowbox, thinking she'd jump in at any moment. Suddenly, I was shrunken down to a few inches. A now gigantic figure looms in. I look up to see it was indeed my guide, smirking down at me. Incidentally, she was completely nude.

E gestures at me, goading me to attack. I started with a quick energy blast. But, it disperses harmlessly on her. I then ran circles around her, taking potshots anywhere I could. Yet E stood firm, hand on hips. Uh, oh. This didn't fare well.
I strode a good distance further. E, in turn, slowly strut towards me. As she approached, I fired a much more powerful energy wave, yelling for added melodrama. And yet, with a mere huff, E drew the beam straight into her mouth, and began gulping it down like a draught. But I would not stop here. Pushing beyond my limits, I charged the beam with even more power! Blinding light filled the room. I momentarily go unconscious...

It felt like a long time passed before I came to my senses. I look ahead, and find... that my efforts were in vain. E was perfectly unphased. She was on a whole other level. I scurry under some clothing racks, anxiously looking around for a hiding place. If a direct assault wouldn't work, I suppose I'd have to use guerrilla tactics. Not very sportsmanlike, and it probably wouldn't work anyway, but I was desperate...

Things deteriorated. I lost lucidity. Unknown warp.

Scene 2 - Two Clones Play Capcom vs. SNK 2
The visuals were blurred. I falsely awakened on a large bed in an unknown bedroom. Several figures were watching/playing video games. Amir was one of the viewers, while an old friend, Jordan, was one of the players. In fact, it seemed that two Jordans were at the controls. But, I got too distracted by gameplay to acknowledge such. Speaking of, Capcom vs. SNK 2 was on screen, set in the desert stage. One of the Jordans, who used a K-Groove team with Kyo, was running away with the match.

Later on, a Jordan placed a pillow on my head, and sat on it as a joke. Furthermore, a minute later, I was hit by a gust of hot air. Did he just pass gas? I held my breath for a while, just in case. This was all really annoying, but I was too tired to move.
In time, my breathing faltered. Rather than say anything, I fired an energy shot, and, through its recoil, slid right out the bed.

Things get very unclear. There's something about the Koosalagoopagoop from Dexter's Lab praising SMB's Luigi as a king. The dream faded soon after.