Scrap Group 1
Playing the original Super Mario Bros. A level track appeared between stages, depicting the player's progress in the game.
Flying over an inlet during a clear cool day, a city in the distance. Another unknown figure was with me. Got aware. Several massive skyscrapers were under construction. I fly towards one. But, the dream collapsed halfway through.
Riding in a sports car through a highway during a clear day. A cityscape was in the horizon. I recalled the dream above, and got very suspicious...
In some kind of meeting room. A gal in the area made pleasant conversation with me. She also pointed out that my hair was a mess. Very embarrassing, though it didn't seem she was belittling me in any way. Later, I spotted my sister. I asked if she could quickly fix up my hair. She looked rather annoyed to do such.
Dream 1 - Liminal Lunar Clay Temple
The visuals started blurred, but got better over time. I falsely awakened in an unknown narrow bedroom. Some young kids were running about, causing a ruckus. Their antics distracted me from recalling previous dreams, not to mention kept me from going to "sleep" again.
Everything blacks out. From the darkness rose the moon, phasing from crescent all the way to full in the span of ten seconds. This sight grants awareness.
Things destabilize, and I find myself in the narrow room once again, much to my disappointment (mostly due to lingering false memories affirming this was my actual bedroom). I concentrate, and the moon reappears again. I waste no time blasting off to the moon's surface, arriving there in seconds.
Of course, there really was't much to see up there, just a dark and dusty wasteland. So, I cause a fiery explosion. Then, from the scorched dirt, I began shaping a golem of sorts. This took form as a short, lithe, mostly featureless green glass feminine humanoid figure about 5ft. tall. Its composition was of two contrasting states, solid and crystalline at much of the surface, yet of a molten, semi-gel like material internally and in parts of its exterior. The latter included its limbs, as well as globs flowing from its head in semblance of long hair. I directed the golem to make further copies of herself. "On it", she affirms in a robotic female voice. It initially (and often) slogged around, yet at times, showed surprising bouts of acrobatic prowess, such as when it front-flipped over a pile of rubble.
Next, I turned my attention back to my surroundings. I was somewhat amused to find I was now in a torch-lit temple of a kind. Much of the structure was built of clay-colored stone (if not dried clay). The floor, however, was made of far more decorative green, white, and bright red ceramic tiles, these shaped in abstract patterns resembling people and animals.
Several more golems passed by. A few of these hauled around dirt, which they lumped up and molded into crude human-like figures. No doubt to make more of themselves. Others occupied themselves to carving the less finished parts of the temple further out. Interesting that they'd do such a thing on their own volition. And did they really build this place (and their kin) so quickly? Now that's efficiency!
Just then, the left half of myself (as in, my body) returned to that narrow room. Such sensory overload was almost too disorienting to bear. Still, by forcefully closing my left eye with my hand, I fully returned back to the moon temple (with some occasional fluctuation, but that was corrected.)
Anyway, I hastily thought of tasks. I started by Shouting "Yol Tor Shul!" I intended a fire breath, but instead got a powerful gust of wind and smoke. Eh, good enough. I then looked around for an exit. Instead, I ended up in a thin room dominated by two huge clay braziers. One of the golems was making her was around from the other side. For the heck of it, I pointed at her, and caused her to grow to over twelve feet in height. She looked around, clearly startled of her change. "Master!", she exclaims anxiously. "Everything has become so small!" I assured her this was nothing to worry about.
Once again, I was getting shunted back into that narrow bedroom, only now with much more force. I relented, and returned promptly. Of course, by now, I knew better than to think the dream was nearing its end.
Anyway, those kids scurried away. They forgot to turn off a nearby TV set. On screen was the new version of Muppet Babies. Ignoring that, I make my way out the nearest door, which happened to be the front door. But, someone was blocking my way, and an imposing figure no less. This looked much like a realistic version of Ms. Nanny from the above-mentioned show, only 10ft. tall. Just like in the show, various factors made it impossible to see her face (in this case, her great size). The woman tapped her foot impatiently. I nervously apologize, then slowly squeeze past her. "Oh, just get going already!", she yells, exasperated. Producing a wand, she telekinetically flings me out to the curb.
I find myself in a suburbs during a scorching, cloudless day. The flat houses in the area were spread far from each other. Vehicles and foliage alike were sparse. Remembering more tasks, I dissolved the surroundings, and near instantly rearranged their components into another scene. Now, I was in a one-lane road within wilderness, a forest of palms and young swietenia. One side revealed the sands of a beach in the distance, while the other was much too thick with trees to look through. I follow the road, leaning closer to the latter side. But then, my limbs became numbed, and progressively locked up. A sure sign I was waking up. And indeed, I did so much more promptly than I could handle.
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