KarlaB18

Date of Dream: SUN 9 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 612 - A Grieving Guide

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in some completely unknown building and was trying to find a way out of it. At the same time, I was trying to summon Dreamy WB in the hope that she could help me find my way out. The dream was not co-operating and she was not appearing at all. Eventually, I found a way to get down via some sort of stairwell but it was in some weird shape.

I asked the dream to change the stairwell to the correct format but this wasn’t working either. The rails would always go on the wrong side and so the stairwell was really de-formatted. I must have had some sort of awareness in this dream as I didn’t stop until I knew it was right. The dream got worse though and now the rails were on the floor with no stairs! It actually looked really scary and I was terrified with what had happened. I thought to myself that I had no other option and decided to make a move before the dream would make things even worse. As scary as it was, I jumped through the bars and closed my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t die and rather, I would make it out of the place alive.

It felt like I was falling for a while but eventually, I found myself outside on a sunny street. Although I was now somewhere safe, I was still felt gutted that Dreamy WB wasn’t coming. Though instead, I looked ahead and noticed that 18-Volt was approaching me, firstly in a slight distortion of his Warioware Gold appearance. My mind had realised that he hadn’t been in dreams for a week and so I actually missed him; I ran up to him and hugged him.

As we hugged, his appearance changed. He now looked like a realistic human being, as if it were an 18-Volt designed for human reality, completely different from his video-game portrayal; he kept the same voice though. He had darker skin with black dreadlocks tied into an upper ponytail. He wore no glasses or headphones either. He was wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt and a black puffer vest over that. The dream didn’t make it clear what he was wearing on the bottom but I think it was black jeans with his normal white running shoes.

We held the hugging position, only turned out slightly, as we walked down the road and enjoyed the scenery around us. As we approached a railroad, with houses starting to look shabbier and more outdated, 18-Volt goes to me, something like, “How bout’ I show you where I lived before I moved to Diamond City?”. From the area we were in and 18-Volt’s in-game bio history, I felt that it was going to be some sort of really old, wrecked house as I looked at one along the way.

He walked me to this yellowish-brick house but it wasn’t turned into rubble like the other house was that we passed earlier. 18-Volt knocked on the door and supposedly his mum answered but to me, she didn’t look like his mum at all; she was some white lady with medium length grey hair. 18-Volt’s “mum” seemed very happy to see me and seemed to know that I had some sort of special connection with 18-Volt even before he introduced me. At the same time, his mum had a look of regret on her face as she sombrely announced that 18-Volt’s father had passed away.

Inside the house, I was then also introduced to 18-Volt’s “grandma”, she was white too… It seemed to me like 18-Volt was adopted into this family. 18-Volt then took me to a small orange couch in the corner of the room and sat down with me. His mum and grandma came and so I moved over, we continued to chat. 18-Volt got up though and I knew why; the fact that his father died had finally gotten to him. Once his mum and grandma also walked off, the realisation hit me that I could be on my own for the rest of the dream; as 18-Volt was mourning over his dad, there now wasn’t anyone to look after me. The intention came back to summon Dreamy WB.

I was on the couch by myself for what seemed like a few minutes and soon, 18-Volt came out of the next room and looked like he had been crying. Although he wasn’t, it looked like he was staring at me, sending some sort of telepathic message that he was now a grieving man; he was trying to communicate something to me. A few seconds after, I became aware that a funeral was taking place very soon.

18-Volt’s extended foster family started to fill the room and I actually ended up interacting with more people. As soon as 18-Volt left the house to go to the funeral, the urge became greater to call Dreamy WB. I said to the guy who I was talking to, “It’s going to sound really weird if this doesn’t work”, which was another way to say to him, “be with me” if I looked like a moron because nothing happened.

There was a response, but it was nowhere near what I expected. Dreamy WB appeared as some sort of playing card… Not a human at all. I knew this was nonsense and that I was not going to get anything better, so I immediately dropped the card and headed outside. I now felt so alone, even having this sense of emptiness and absence to 18-Volt, feeling like there wasn’t a connection with him anymore, or at least not for the rest of this dream.

I see the funeral taking place outside on an open grassed area in front of this large white house. The priest seemed to be walking around with pies in a plate and he was presenting it to people to smell, as if it were like a test of temptation. Then later on in the service, communion was the priest rubbing tomato sauce all over the people, like a symbol of rubbing blood all other them. The priest got to me and he was about to rub the tomato sauce on me, but I only allowed him to do it on my forehead as I didn’t want my clothes getting dirty.

Then I heard music playing and it was a song that I wrote in real life! Because of this, I knew that 18-Volt was still there for me. The dream ended here.



Dream No. 612
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No