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    1. Betrayal: Siege of the Crystal Empire

      by , 08-01-2014 at 06:28 AM
      4 January 2014

      Note: This is the first dream where the dialogue is memorable enough to jot down although much of it will need to be paraphrased. There will be some holes in the dialogue. Believe it or not this is one of my favorite dreams because it is one of the most vivid and made for a good narrative (I love dreams with good narrative). Anyway it may not be the most positive but it is definitely the most interesting dream I have had.

      [~]-used to indicate hole in dialogue

      There may be some phrases I use that you don't recognize

      Aperture-a random opening that leads the dreamer to (what seem like) completely random spots. For example: a closet door that takes one from his bedroom out to an open field or a classroom door that leads from the classroom out to the edge of space would be considered an aperture.

      "Denizens" are what I call my dream figures.

      It was nearing the last day of the final year of Prairie Park School. Me and all of my friends sat around a table in a dimly lit room. Sitting there was my friend from scouts Nick, he sat across from me along with Sarah. Next to me was Alternian troll, Terezi Pyrope. The school was deserted and we sat silently. Sarah sat working on her paper for her finals or something; I cannot recall what everyone else was working on I just remember that it was silent; no one said a word to one another. I had eyes for Terezi, I am not sure why. There was an aperture at the top of the steps that led into the house of the apple family and I do believe that the other denizens had use of the aperture. I was staying with the apple family and was in a room with four bunk beds. I think I was bunking with Alicorn Princess Twilight Sparkle. Now Twilight was unusually quiet and seemed to spend most of the dream brooding over something, people didn’t even notice her existence. The strange thing here is that Twilight was in her usual pony form whereas the apple family consisted of anthropomorphic versions of themselves. There was not much happening beyond this point in time that I can well remember.

      The next day was the same as the first; we all sat in the exact same spots in silence. Sarah worked silently on her paper while everyone else seemed to sit staring at the table. Terezi was just outside of my field of vision to my right. The room was the same as it was yesterday, empty, dim, somewhat eerie. I wonder what everyone was thinking as we approached the end of the year. What was going through everyone’s mind? What was going through my own mind? Even I did not know. After nearly two straight workdays of complete silence Sarah finally spoke up and said: “Dammit! Being friends with MT was a waste of time [~] can’t get this project done because of him [~] wish I was never friends with him.”

      I heard this and felt as though I had been knifed in the back by a friend. This was not a sentiment that I was unfamiliar with. One would think that I would be used to it by now, nonetheless it stung. Just as always the wound felt fresh, as though I was experiencing this pain for the first time because, the truth is, you never do get used to it no matter how many times it happens and no matter how much you try and convince yourself otherwise. I was even more shocked to find that nick shared the same sentiment as did every one else there. I was unable to recount exactly what was said but there was definitely a common theme amongst the group: MT was a waste of time. I was blamed for everything that was wrong in their lives and I tried to defend myself but I was not given much of a chance to speak.

      I was catatonic. I had no idea how to react and didn’t even have a firm grasp on my own thoughts. I was slumped over, staggering like a drunk. If the human mind really is designed to respond to a verbal attack as it responds to a physical one then it was a miracle I could even stand after such a merciless beating. I made my way through the aperture hoping to get away from all the hate and negativity but it seems that the fates had declared me undeserving of such respite. I would say that the apple family’s attitude towards me had changed but honestly I don’t think they liked me to begin with. The only thing that had changed was the volume at which they voiced contempt, that is to say, they were no longer keeping their opinions to themselves. Lazy, worthless, words along those lines which were spoken by the apple family, hurled at me from all directions. I did not have supper that night. Confused and upset, I retreated to my room. Although I suppose technically it was our room, Twilight Sparkle was still there although mentally she was lost in her own little world all day everyday. I was not surprised to find her in the exact same spot I left her slumped over on her bed with her wings hanging limb over her shoulders; just…thinking.

      The next morning was no better than the previous night. I went out only to be greeted by more insults and put-downs. I think my peers from school were there at the house having breakfast and they willfully joined in on the onslaught. A huge unmemorable chunk of time passed before I was back at school with my so called friends. There wasn’t much change from yesterday except that the denizens were wandering around this time exchanging the same dialogue they always had been. At some point I saw Terezi and I tried to grab her attention: “Don’t talk to me,” she said angrily as she began to storm off. For the first time ever in this dream segment I had a clear grasp on my emotions. I knew what I was feeling and I knew exactly what I wanted to say. I could feel it in my cheeks, my skin tone would not show it, but I was red. I was furious! Much so that I was trembling. Such wonton hatred from a girl to whom I have barely even spoken. “STOP!” I shouted, “Just fucking stop, and listen, please! You at least owe me that.” She did not say a word nor did she turn to face me but she did stop. She stood still with her head raised as though to say, I’m listening.

      I struggled to gather my words as a lump had formed in my throat and I would be damned if I gave her the satisfaction of letting her see me cry. “What is my crime? What have I done to you? For fuck’s sake! Where is any of this coming from?”

      She turned her head slightly, “You wasted my time…you didn’t like me back.”


      She turned to face me with trepidation in her voice, “I liked you, you idiot! I liked you all this time [~] I sent you all kinds of signals and you never returned the sentiment! I wasted the year trying to get your attention and looked over me completely!”

      To this I did not cry, I did not shout, in fact, I smiled. I smiled and I began to chuckle and soon again I started to laugh. I was not happy about what I had just heard, in fact I was livid. But what she had just said was just so fucking ridiculous, how could I not laugh? “Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?? You are all pissy at me for not reading your mind? How could I have known? You never fucking said anything! And, newsflash, I liked you too!”

      “What? Then why didn’t you say anything, idiot!?”

      “I didn’t know what to say [~] you didn’t say anything either and you don’t see me abruptly snubbing you now do you!?”

      I do not remember her response but our friendship was never repaired. We turned away from each other both in an angry huff but before I walked away I turned and asked her: “What about the others? Why are they angry with me?”

      She barely turned to me again; her words were cold steel “You wasted their time too. You held them back.”

      On my way back to the aperture I heard them going on about all of the things that they could have accomplished if they hadn’t of known me. I left them without saying anything; back into the cold unwelcoming residence of the apple family. Even Apple Jack did not care to speak to me and I still had no idea why. I retired to my room with my roommate Twilight. I may have spoken to her; venting the events of the past three days. I didn’t shout nor did I yell; I just talked to her. I knew she didn’t listen and I knew that she was not cognizant of me or even what I was saying. She was too preoccupied with her own naval gazing but it was nice to have someone to talk to about this regardless. I fell asleep that night for the last time before I was taken out of myself.

      Imagine that I am a camera drone getting a view of the table at which the four of us were sitting.

      ZOOM OUT: I see the school, Prairie Park, among buildings but these are not ordinary buildings; these are crystal buildings. Among the buildings I see jet black, jagged, and spiky vines growing amongst them. The top half of the sky seems to be over cast with vines.

      ZOOM OUT: I see more of the city now. There are more vines wrapping around buildings and getting in the way. Aside from a small break towards the tops of the shorter sky scrapers the vines seem to come together to form a dome over the city. Anyone could see now that the city is being consumed.

      ZOOM OUT: I now have a full view of the city. There is no doubting that this is the Crystal Empire coming under siege by a merciless onslaught of parasitic plant life.

      ZOOM OUT: I am now miles out of the city which appears to be floating in an eerie nebular haze. The city is in between two hemispheres composed of these vines both of which are closing in on one another. There is but a small break in between the two hemispheres and in a matter of moments they will make contact; entrapping The Crystal Empire forever.

      I see one vine stretching away from the mass towards a small floating house orbiting the city just a few miles out. This was the house at which I was staying; that is where the aperture had been taking me. As I get closer I see Twilight Sparkle smiling at the catastrophe through the window as though she were marveling a masterpiece. I knew that she was responsible for this as I could hear her internal dialogue for the first time.

      “I know what I am doing is wrong,” she said “and I also know that I am not myself.” Dark music plays in the background as she dialogues: “Perhaps I should stop this and end this madness for the sake of my friends who are trapped inside, but why should I?” I understood now what was going on in her mind. She had been hurt by people, Lord knows how many people and Lord knows how close to her these people were. She had been betrayed and lied to and now her pain was made manifest through these vines.

      Now here was her moment; her moment to choose what she will do. Will she save the Empire from certain doom or embrace the darkness that is gradually overtaking her heart and allow this kingdom to be consumed? As the vine grew closer to her an evil grin grew ever wider across her face, it was clear at that point: a choice had been made. The vine reached for her and Twilight extended her hoof ready to grab it. It was as though darkness itself was extending a welcoming hand and Twilight was ready to accept. She was ready to embrace a life of anger, sadness, and revenge.

      Just before Twilight grabbed the branch she thought to herself: “I did not really care about The Crystal Empire for what is a pony other than a mere insect?”

      That was the very last thing I heard before waking up and it is the only line I remember verbatim. The music cuts out as my eyes open.

      Terezi Pyrope was the odd one out as she was the only non-human at the school

      The house looked just like my third childhood home aside from my bedroom which resembled a slightly bigger college dorm.

      I have seen this nebula two other times in previous dreams.
    2. Lots of Things, Mostly Stressful

      by , 07-24-2014 at 12:54 AM
      My friend and I are in the middle of this class tour of an old castle, and I have an app on my phone that tells me if a ghost is around. My friend and I sneak off from the group and go up to this small, dark, cobwebby room near the top of the castle. I pull out my phone and check the app, and it says that there is definitely a ghost nearby. I'm not really sure if I believe the app, so I call out. Nothing happens. My friend and I decide to go to sleep there, and maybe some activity will wake us up. The next morning, there is a framed painting lying on the floor. It shows my friend, asleep with her blanket covering her face and with a very large man sleeping on top of her, and it shows me, my back turned to the "camera", standing and facing a female figure with a very large head standing in a doorway bursting with warm light.

      I show this to my friend and tell her that it obviously means that I met the ghost that night, but she didn't because her face is covered in the painting, even though I can't remember meeting any ghost during the night. I expect her to be frustrated with me and say that I was being very liberal with my interpretation, but to my surprise, she seemed to accept my explanation.

      Later, I'm in a car, and I check my app to see if it acts differently in a setting which obviously doesn't have a ghost. It does, telling me there are no ghosts around.

      Later, I'm climbing a long, long ladder up a cave tunnel. There are two ghost/cave experts with me, one behind me on the latter and one on the floor of the cave looking up. They're both giving me instructions on how to climb the ladder as I struggle to do so. The cave floor is a long way down. Frustrated, I tell them that I've made this trip plenty of times before with no trouble at all, but now that I'm being watched by them, I'm suddenly finding it difficult. I know that we're going back to the room where my friend and I had detected the ghost before, and I don't notice that the previous castle setting as morphed into a cave setting.

      I remember a small fragment where at some point, the 10th Doctor and I are talking to a woman who seems to know quite a bit about the future, but won't let us in on anything. When she says she has to leave, we follow her and find that she's a human who's traveling with a time lord of her own. I wake up then.

      That was last night. I just took a nap and so...

      I dream that Red Vs. Blue, the machinima, is a sort of visual novel-type video game (different from the halo game lol). I'm at the counter of a store and I'm trying to talk to Tucker about something I want to buy, but he's too busy talking to Caboose, who is actually just Charlie Day wrapped in a dark blue blanket. Caboose is intently mimicking everything Tucker says and does, because here, he thinks Tucker is his best friend instead of Church.

      At some point, I'm in a maze made out of that type of wire fence that has the diamonds in it? And I see an animated puppy who looks upset and in pain, and then I go a little further and see the same thing but as a full grown dog. It's a dead-end though, so I turn back. When I do, I find myself being gassed by some sort of sleeping gas. Rarity from My Little Pony comes into view and says she's sorry, but she has to do this. I can see the other ponies in the background. I struggle to move around until I fall to the ground, looking up at them as I fall asleep..

      Later, Russia and Ukraine are launching a joint attack on the US. Left and right, I hear of people dying. I move to go downstairs, but I get a text from my mom saying, "don't worry, it's just a B2" (which is a type of bomber airplaine). Just a B2? I think, then i hear a loud plane noise from overhead. For some reason, because of these things, I abandon the basement and instead search for higher ground.

      Eventually, I do find higher ground. There's a skyscraper near the place where I was talking to Tucker earlier. In one of the top-most floors, there's an arcade. I play a 16-bit arcade game about an anthropomorphic rabbit and his friend, whose species I can't remember. At some point I get a powerup that turns my character into a frog. I meet a lot of species along my adventure, and I'm having fun, when suddenly the game shuts down, and someone hauls the game away, as they tell me that it's being relocated to be shot at in a paintball game. I'm fairly mad about this. My friend, C, arrives and asks about the game, and I tell her the news. "Aw," she says. We turn to see that the wall facing the outside is gone, and instead we can walk right out of the building and jump into this small pool that is filled to the brim, so you can go right to the edge and look over it to the ground, far below. My mom is in the pool, relaxing on a floatie.

      I try to tell my friend about the Russia/Ukraine attack, but she acts very somber and says something like, "Please, I really don't want to hear about that." I understand.

      There is a pool on the ground that is right beside ours, and my friend, to my objections, jumps from our pool all the way down into the pool on the ground. I thought she would then go into the building and take an elevator back up, but instead she climbs up the side of our pool, which now has thick cloth in a woven pattern down the sides. I scold her for being dangerous and doing such a thing. She shrugs lightheartedly. After that, things get stressful. I can only swim around the middle of the small pool, because if I go to the edges, I have a danger of falling off. I have to be very careful because I also have to prevent my mom's floatie from going over the edge. For some reason, getting out isn't an option until later.

      Later, a little girl climbs up the side. I am surprised/stressed/panicked that Chelsea had caused this little girl to follow in her footsteps and do something so dangerous. I yell at the girl and she takes no head of me, and my mom does and my friend does, but to no avail. I tell them that we should all shout the same thing at the same time. It works, and the girl looks at us with a sad face and says a quiet "sorry". I then soften and tell her that we're sorry for being harsh, and to please be very careful when going back down. She gives a soft smile back and thanks us for our concern.

      Lastly, I'm standing in a room with my mom and her friend. They're telling me to do something that I strongly don't want to do, and I think I might have found it a bit morally wrong as well. Thinking that this can't possibly be real, or at least hoping that it's not, I do a reality check, and find myself to be dreaming. I think back to a post from here about how to maintain the dream/lucidity, and I remember that one of the things someone said to do was to NOT be afraid of waking up. Of course, thinking about waking up did not help things. I tried to focus on the dream and to stay in it, but I woke up fairly soon.