A Night of Human Pachinko - My first recollected, semilucid dream.
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, 12-26-2012 at 08:13 PM (604 Views)
I fell asleep last night peacefully after Christmas dinner, after all family went home expecting little to occur other than to attain rest and respite from my Girlfriend's absence, who is on a trip to Indiana now(which is very far from our home city of Albuquerque). As I slowly dosed off, I couldn't really remember or realize I was in any dream till I woke up at 7 AM today, took my dog out to use the restroom, then came back in and got in bed. It was then, once I lost consciousness, my first semi-lucid dream occurred...
I'm sitting in a rather abstract living room that gives off an aura of being similar to one of my good friend's living rooms. I'm sitting on a couch awkwardly positioned in front of a large screen television, playing a Super Mario game with children with no easily recognizable identity. Having fun at first I slowly realize that I don't actually have controller in hand, and that every child there is slowly disappearing. Not concerned, I continue to (somehow) play the game regardless until no one is in the room playing with me. At this point, a person with a face walks in, though it isn't a face I necessarily recognize. She's a women, seemingly in her late twenties to early thirties. She gives me the impression of being a family relation, though one I've not encountered before. She begins questioning me about what I'm doing. In response I attempt to explain Super Mario from the perspective of someone trying to get her to play along with me, seeing as all other players have disappeared. I get around half way finished doing this when suddenly I seem to have teleported into the TV, yet Super Mario isn't what's on display anymore. Instead, I'm greeted with the sight of a face-less -shapeless crowd-like entity, looking on into an arena in which I, and many others are standing, wearing color coated clothing (Though I can't recall the colors now, I know they varied from groups of people and were all similar to single color unitards). Some men were stuffed into very tightly fitting hamster-balls, requiring them to curl up into a tight human ball in order to fit. Then suddenly a burst of joy came from the crowd as one of the human balls were loaded up into the first section of a strange device. It glowed red, and appeared to have the aesthetic of an old treasure chest, if that same treasure chest had been imported to the TRON universe, and then re-styled graphically to fit in with a rather cartoonish color pallet, just like the rest of this dream now. However, as they pressed a trigger to launch the first person fourth into a now revealed massive ball-rollercoaster, the machine stopped functioning. A loud yell called over to me over an announcement speaker, informing me that it was my duty to fix the machine. Knowing not what to do, I ran over, jumped on top of the machine, hunched over like a spider to retain balance, and stomped on it. It worked. The human-hamster-ball was catapulted fourth with great speed and power, shooting down tracks as if on an oil-slick. Then suddenly, bam, smacks right into the second non-functioning part of the ride. Exactly like the red chest, this new chest only differed in the sense that it glowed yellow. Fixing it in the same manor I fixed the red one, the hamsterballman was launched once more from red to yellow, this time flowing through yellow and somehow speeding up like crazy, even blasting through a loop in the track without losing any momentum. Then in a third instance of failure, he smashed into both a wall and a third chest, this one green, at the same time. Backtracking all the way through the strange game-track, I ran over to the green chest, mounted and stomped on it, noticeably needing to do more than previous to get the chest to function. However, it was fixed, just like all the rest. Looking back down to the beginning of the track, I saw that the hamsterballman's hamsterball had broken. He was slowly fading away, everyone panicking, yet another man preparing to get into a light turquoise hamsterball. Rushing down to the scene, I warned the light blue hamsterball man of his fate. I suddenly felt a friend-like bond to this man, despite not truly knowing his face. I remember he had a goatee, and dual pony tails. He had dirty blonde hair, and a freckled dirty face, that if anything else, reminds me of a genderbent pippy long-stocking. He simply nodded in response to my warnings however, got into his ball, and was loaded by the others into the machine. He was launched. Red catapulted him to yellow, yellow launched him through the loop at higher speed, he hit green and was seemingly bound to the wall with a strange green oily substance that let out a strange syrup-like smack as he ran up the wall. He then made it to the cat walk, where I remember faintly a light purple door awaiting him on the rafters. Yet unfortunately I don't know what became of this man, seeing as I woke up shortly after that, and began writing this.