Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Tuesday 28 June 2016

I got three LDs, one WILD, and two DILDs after that. There were a few dreams before that, though of these, I only have scraps for one. Furthermore, my illness made it difficult to think clearly during the dreams.

Scrap Group 1
Altering my Abbyssian deck for Duelyst. I think of adding even more Deathwatch reliant effects and minions.

Dream 1 - You Can Touch, But You Can't Look

A dizzying sensation indicates a successful WILD. I see my bed is even bigger, fluffier, and has many more pillows than usual.

On shuffling, I'm warped into the void. I shadowbox for a while, hoping I'd get thrown into combat, but nothing happens. Next, I'm warped to my bedroom. Something about my sister being there, saying something, and vanishing in quick succession. I bounce in bed for a while, noting the low gravity, before I simply hover around for a moment.

Get bored. I land on the floor, and try charging electricity in my hand. Nothing seems to happen, but I pretend it was working. I shoot towards the closet, and notice its door was open. On crossing through, the surroundings warp. I now stood beneath a tall, narrow space enclosed by wooden walls, a chute, perhaps. I pretend to wrestle with a harpy (this just being the first random monster that came to mind). Surprisingly enough, I feel a weak, invisible presence in my grasp. More alarming was finding myself levitating against my will. I release the hold, only to have an unseen force clench my arms and take me for a ride.

Eventually, I reach the top, and find myself in a giant-sized hallway, an equally giant-sized bureau a distance ahead. I'm taken towards an upper shelf, on which was placed a straw nest the size of a living room. I'd a bad feeling of my unseen captor's motives, let alone what the giant residents would do if they found me.

I feel the dream slipping, and awaken suddenly. Woulda gone for a DIELD, but I already sensed that wasn't possible.

Dream 2 - The Chameleon Mulligan

The visuals were blurred. I was in an unknown room.

I (and a few others, I think) were watching Rocko's Modern Life on a CRT TV. This had the Chameleon Bros, Chuck and Leon, driving Rocko and Heffer via sedan through a forested highway at daytime. The brothers argue on their legs bumping into each other, taking their focus off the road. The car swerves and sways, while Rocko and Heffer's concerns go unnoticed.

Eventually, the characters are replaced, and the environment becomes realistic. Now, I, and my brother Darren, were in the back seat of a dark colored minivan. Meanwhile, the Chameleon Bros. were replaced with what, for all intents and purposes, were realistic counterparts of themselves, including their phony Northern European accents and flamboyant mannerisms. Appearance wise, these were identical, thin, clean shaven, pale skinned men with short, spiky brown hair, both donned in neon colored shirts under black dress suits, and wearing thin rimmed spectacles. I was aware of the dream, but let it run its course.

While approaching the driveway to a wide building, we talk of the origins of the term Mulligan. Darren simply defines the current popular definition, whereas I correctly (more or less) identify it originating from an amateur golf player infamous for making do-overs. I make a joke of a "Mulligan" card, comparing this (perhaps incorrectly) to some old credit card commercial. Despite my terrible execution, everyone laughs heartily at this joke.

The dream fades and ends soon afterwards.

Dream 3 - Fiery Exit

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was seated on the while tiled floor of a bedroom in an unknown home. Across the room was CRT TV on a small desk. Behind that was tall window, the night sky in view. A bed with white covers behind me provided a means to cushion my back. On my right was a small squared wooden table, bowls of food scattered on it. A bathroom was visible from an opened door on the right corner. Furthermore, my nephew, Jarred, was seated ahead of me. I was "semi-aware" of the dream.

We were watching an old, late 80's/early 90's movie of an unknown genre. This started with two figures stepping out of a wood-paneled station wagon. One was a 40-something year old woman, light skinned and Farrah Fawcett-esque auburn hair. The other was a scrawny, bespectacled 8 year old kid with a blonde buzzcut. The mom talks of movies the kid never watched, but the kid refuses to listen so as not to have things spoiled for him.

As this goes on, I eat a rice, beans, and meat meal from a bowl. Think it had a bit too much tomato sauce and salt. I glance at the bathroom, where, oddly enough, I find live crawfish crawling on the sink's rim, their shells cream and white swirled in color.

In the movie, the kid is getting ready for a bath. Then, on dipping his hand in the tub, his arm is accosted by several large green bugs and worms, which he doesn't even notice. I question how that boy could miss something so obvious. Jarred remains oddly quiet.

So, I'm finishing my meal, when I notice verdant caterpillars on the table. I stopped eating in disgust, leaving a few spoonfuls of rice to waste. Dart back to the film, where the kid was now surrounded by insects. And yet, despite such a horrible state, the boy hardly reacts, let alone screams. Let's see. Creepy crawlies in the movie, creepy crawlies near me, and a creepily silent nephew? Yep, sounds like a nightmare's a-brewin. I gain full awareness.

Of course, I think to get the heck outta there. But before that, I immediately wreathe myself in an aura of flames just in case, briefly tensing my muscles to do so. Anyway, I rush down some curved stairs constructed of laminated wood, a red carpet running down the center. Once halfway down, I sensed the burning corpses of vermin falling and crumbling on me. Furthermore, my pyrotechnics have apparently set fire to the place, if the sound of a roaring inferno and creaking wood behind me were any indication.

Downstairs, I reach a wide, fancy marble foyer, where I overheard my sister and mom arguing. Ignoring that, I exit out the door, only to land into complete darkness. The dream ends immediately afterwards.