Scrap Group 1
In a mall. Jacob was there as well. Neon lights brightened the shop entrances and decorated much of the interior. Along our route, I mention trying to find a supposed buffet we went to before, though Jaboc was reluctant to eat so much. I got aware around that point. Even so, I opt to find the buffet, looking for over a minute until the dream fades.
Two short, uh, NSFW LDs.
Dream 1 - Ephermeral Eats, Still Construct
The visuals were a bit dim and blurred. I was in the lounge at home.
Things were notably different. Much of the furniture was missing, and the sofa there was brown, smaller, and generally unfamiliar. There was also a short, long wooden table. A spread of fried foods was set atop. I sat down, and tried a fried pastry of some sort. However, the food vanished as soon as I bit into it.
I then attempted to conjure TPD. She soon appeared in view, though flickered in and out of sight. It took a bit of concentration before she manifested entirely. The construct fell on the couch, her head across my lap. Rather than flaming hair, she possessed a crown as black as her cold exterior. TPD didn't say anything, just staring at me, waiting for input. I couldn't think of much else than repeat my previous dreams, and some yammering on future dream goals.
I went on for minutes before the dream faded. DEILD transition.
Dream 2 - Crisp Iceburg Lettuce
The visuals were bright, but stil blurred. I was in a white void. Soon, an SUV pulled up beside me. I opened the back door to find a bunch of groceries. Thinking of the TOTMs, I sift through the bags, until I find a head of lettuce (iceburg lettuce, if I'm correct). It was deceptively cold to keep in hand, freezing, in fact. I wasted no time chowing down. Although cold, it was actually really easy to bite into. Crisp, yet quite moist. Of taste, it was faintly earthy, not too bitter, more like drinking cucumber water rather than biting into a raw vegetable. It was really easy to go down, so much so that I at it all in three bites.
The dream faded shortly after. DEILD transition.
Dream 3 - Quick FPS Indulgence
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was running around in some kind of futuristic industrial site, blinking panels and exposed pipes lining chrome-covered surfaces. I also noticed both my donning a suit of power armor and a wielding a laser rifle.
Not long into this, I found myself under fire. A wild gunfight was taking place. Half a dozen or so other figures were zooming around, each armed and armored similar to myself. Figured this was a FPS scenario of some sort. No sense not indulging. I was rather incautious: where others took over, I merely struck out in the open, firing away at random. I acknowledged how improbably lucky I was not to get shot once.
This went on for a few minutes. Think I managed two kills (the other guys were quite hardy) before the dream collapsed. DEILD transition.
Dream 4 - Sky Hill Skiing
The visuals started almost pitch black. DEILD transition in bed. I roll to the side, and fell into a white void. I tried flying around, only to slide atop an unknown surface.
Soon, I found myself skiing down a snowy slope. I descended for over 1000ft, when the hill suddenly crested up at the edge. Somehow, I was launched straight to the clouds. I spun around, and even did some side-flips and back-flips for good measure. Then, from out of nowhere, I randomly acquired a laser pistol. I shrugged, and fired at the clouds surrounding me.
Things got really hazy. Don't recall how this dream ended. Tried DEILDing when I woke up, but I lost consciousness.
Scrap Group 2
At home. I was watching Jacob play some indie-developed game. It seemed to use graphics from various different sources, including the Demon roguelike. Yet somehow, the game could also create new graphics with assets that was fed to it on the spot, a feature I acknowledged at the time. It otherwise played as a ho-hum platformer RPG. Anyway, from the aforementioned roguelike, I noticed Reprobus was on screen. This got me to ramble on about the boss battle with him and Mordecai. DEILD after I woke up.
Dream 5 - Death to Reprobus
The visuals were a bit blurred and dim. I was walking down a dark hallway. Soon, the passage opened up into a rectangular stadium made of earth and stone. Despite its ancient type of construction, it looked impressively well maintained. Regardless, the site was abandoned.
I immediately recalled that frustrating Reprobus boss fight, my hatred towards the character, and furthermore, my disdain of the mythological figure that inspired him. And so, I conjured a being in his likeness. Unexpectedly, it'd appeared like some live-action furry, which only served to further fuel my ire further. It was around then that I noticed my having a hulking musculature, and my wielding an huge axe.
Obviously, I attacked, charging at the figure. In one swing, I chopped the creature in half through the hip. But I wouldn't stop there. I created many other clones of Reprobus, each making goading postures more obnoxious than the last. The nearest one had the displeasure of having his head lopped off. Before his body fell, I grabbed it, leaped several stories upwards, then chucked it into the dirt, whereupon it exploded into a gory mess. Similar carnage followed with each subsequent copies. My only disappointment was that none of these reprobates seemed to fight back.
Don't recall how this ended. I tried DEILDing again, but lost awareness once more.
Dream 6 - The Littlest Home Invader
The visuals were dim. I was at the front seat of a vehicle, which itself was parked near a small house isolated from civilization, starless night sky above. Cast-iron gates surrounded much of the structure plus its yard.
There was a pre-adolescent girl in the vehicle, light skinned, wavy brown hair, eyes very wide. In fact, she looked quite similar to my cousin Cassandra in her youth. Soon, the girl speaks about the denizens of the nearby house, none of it all too pleasant. She mentions how the people there became wealthy due to predatory lending schemes. Among their victims was the girl's own family. As part of payment, the girl had to give up something of hers, something that she highly regarded. Our reason for being there was plainly apparent: she planned to steal the item back.
It seems I had knowledge on security details about the dwelling. I identified the safest access point was in one of the gates to the backyard, the one closest to the main entrance. Unlike the other doors, which would trigger an alarm when unauthorized figures touched it, that gate would only sound an alarm if it were tampered with unsuccessfully. However, I warned her that only a skilled locksmith would be able to pull off such a task, not to mention that she'd somehow have to sneak past world class private security keeping an eye on the place. The girl looked terrified, yet I knew from the look of her eye that she wasn't going to back down.
Timeskip. Things appear from her viewpoint. The girl sneaks towards the designated gate. She tries picking the lock, but it was quite obvious she had no idea how to do that. Cue the alarms. Fittingly, the Tanker Alert Theme from Metal Gear Solid 2 sounded in the background, and continued throughout the rest of the dream. In any case, the girl flees into the thickets within the nearby forest.
Timeskip again. Spectator mode. The girl could now be seen hurrying through the streets of an industrial urban area. She looked to be at the point of collapsing. Using what little strength she had left, she climbed over a chain link fence into a dark alleyway. The girl then ducks down under a nearby stairway. Seconds later, another figure surveys the area. A security personnel. This was a hard-faced 40 year old woman, light skinned, athletically built, hair tied beneath a cap. The guard searched thoroughly around the site for well over three minutes. It seemed she was about to go elsewhere, when suddenly, she spots the girl.
The suspense wakes me up.
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