Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Thursday 12 August 2021

If I dreamed like this every day, I'd be the happiest guy on Earth.

Spoiler for Lots of text:

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Attack on Titan dream. Something about some Scout Corps recruits screwing up badly. It would've caused a complete operational failure, had not their superiors picked up their slack.

In an unknown, dimly lit apartment suite, the space only one big room (no partitions or inner walls and such).My bro Gusman was around. I start rambling on about random things, including Sonic. In my half-sleepy daze, I start throwing trinkets into a fireplace.

Dream 1 - Cooky Hero Castle

Scene 1 - Big Banquet, Big Hostess
The visuals were quite blurred. FA in bed. Feeling dazed, I once again start muttering about random things. It's then that Gusman (who happened to be there) interrupts with some gripes. He complains that not only did I talk in my sleep, but that I act out my dreams IRL. In fact, he notes that I do such regularly. I don't help matters by getting up to wrestle with him awkwardly, against his wishes.

Steadily, as I stave off my half-asleep delirium, I have some feelings this isn't real. I start becoming aware, when suddenly, a gigantic finger stamps down nearby. Yup, definitely a dream. Waving Gusman goodbye, I cling on the massive digit, whereupon I get pulled up into a void.

When I come to, I'm face-to-face with a gigantic, bespectacled light skinned woman in her late 30's, long black hair tied in a simple tail, and dressed in a fancy blue ball gown. For some time, we only stare at each other in mutual bewilderment.

"Oh, uh... am I interrupting something?", I ask nervously. I glance down at a fancy huge banquet table, banquet spread included.

The giantess takes a moment to respond. "Um... I suppose I can have you for dinner...", she mutters to herself.

I'm then gently lowered on to the table, set between a cup of tea, and a bowl of soup. Near the bowl, I notice other human-sized figures meandering around. Guessed they too were guests. But, I pondered our hostesses word choice. Maybe we weren't guests after all? This might not end well...

Warp.

Scene 2 - Garuda and the Game Show Hero Castle
The visuals were a bit blurred., though it improves over time. I was in an unknown kitchen. Some confused thoughts almost made me lose awareness, but I regained composure quickly.

Some bossy little girl stamps towards me. She demands I clean this thing, fetch that, and do other menial stuff for her. Ignoring her yacking, I think to either return to the previous scene, or complete a task. I pursuit the latter.

Calling to the dream, I ask to be taken to Superhero HQ. Just then, a figure from above seizes me by my arms. I looked up, and see a bulked-up luchador in blue spandex and boots. His mask, likewise blue, was that of a hawk.

"Who're you?", I asked.

"Garuda.", he responds, his voice deeper than even his size would indicate. It's then I noticed that not only could he move his "mask's" mouth, but that he also possessed great wings under his arms. Seems he wasn't wearing a mask after all...

Before I could say anything, the bird-man begins dragging me out of the area. Below me, that little girl clings on to me defiantly, adamant that I finish her chores. I simply wave her off, as Garuda launches us off into a grey void. I almost lost hold of the dream, but imagining a grey sky fixed that.

"So...", I continue from before. "Are we heading to Superhero HQ?"

"That's right. We'll arrive shortly."

True to word, the shadow of a vast structure looming over a seaside cliff draws near. On closer look, I find it was am 18th century German castle, like something out of a Disney movie. The clouds disperse dramatically, revealing a violet dusk sky. Soon, I'm dropped off at the front steps, double doors ahead.

"The rest is up to you.", Garuda says. "Good luck." With a nod, the eagle man flies out of view.

Sighing nervously, I swing open the doors, and enter inside. Rather than an aristocratic place, I find myself in the lobby of a fancy office building. There wasn't anyone around, not even at the reception desk. So, I let myself into a door behind said reception area. This lead me into an office room. Only, some large, velvet colored vinyl partitions covered much of the space. Behind that, I could more-or-less see a figure seated behind a mahogany desk. This was a middle aged black lady with red lipstick. She was dressed in a blue power suit, and her hair was puffed in a Thatcher-esque cut.

"Er... is this where I take the initiation test?", I ask uncertainly.

The woman gives an unimpressed nod. "Here's the deal. If you can make it behind here without using powers, breaking these panels, or pulling them out of place, you'll be part of our organization."

I had a bunch of questions. But, the woman's disapproving stare, even behind those covers, convinced me that I had to finish quick. So, I hurry out another exit to the left of me.

Now, I found myself in a dimly lit vast space, a series of steel ramps and walkways winding chaotically all over the place. This made things seem more like a game show challenge or somesuch. Almost fittingly, a jazz arranged version of the Super Mario Bros overworld sounds in the background. I go up a ramp, which lead to a bridge high up, which itself twists into a spiral slide. I was take to a fork, the choice another upward ramp, or a narrow slide into dark depths. I take the latter. The deeper I went, the more I lost sight of my surroundings. I wondered how someone with a big belly could've squeeze through this part of the structure, and whether it was safe to have such a thing. Of course, I waved off such illusory concerns.

For a moment, it felt as if the ride stopped. But, only at the last second did I realize I was pulled into a sheer drop. My gut wrenched as a fell. Quite intense, but also fun after the fact. Such repeated a few times. Eventually, the path illuminates in purple light. I find myself staring at a grand aquarium.5 Huge, scaleless fish winded in the amethyst waters between towers of orange-white patterned coral. I would've enjoyed this sight for much longer, though I couldn't stop myself from sliding even deeper.

Once again, it was pitch blackness. I felt myself losing grasp of the dream. After a few more steep drops, I'm slid into a supine position. Soon, I find myself wide awake.