Well I woke up after another 3 1/2 hours, and yay I was able to remember some dreams! They are fairly abstract and game-related, but a step towards dream recall is always good.
July 23, 2008 (after REM sleep):
#1 Shuttle Wars: To anyone who is looking forward to Starcraft 2, this dream was reminiscent of that. It was in a traditional third-person perspective like many of my dreams are, but there was no game interface of any sort. The map very well could have been on the dark, deep blue-colored planet of Shakuras (the Dark Templar homeland), for it looked like that and had shattered cliffs. There was a great chasm separating the northeast and southwest bases, with me in the southwest I believe. A smaller plateau-island (an expansion, owned by me) sat in between in the middle of deep canyon, and it was covered with a few turret-like buildings that launched anti-air missiles (which is strange, because we were both Protoss and missiles are the Terran's deal).
Here's a picture of the topography of the map, but I'm not a good artist. And that isn't water on the sides, it's supposed to be a steadily darkening chasm. The map was completely dry.
So the battle summarized is this: the enemy has three pairs of shuttles hovering over docks and sent them over the chasm towards my center island. Though the missile turrets attempted to ward them off, the shuttles managed to get to the island. Due to my forgetfulness, I can't remember what specifically happened next, all I know is that I lost that match.
#2 That Evil Woman: Two nights ago, I struggled to remember anything from my dreams. I think this second dream was a spin-off of an earlier one, because it feels familiar. All the details like locations and names are gone, but the feelings remain. There is this woman, who for some reason I was bound to (not maritally, there were other kids with her as well). I think I was a young boy in this dream, 8-10. Anyway, I just -knew- what the point of the dream was without remembering how. That woman was casually directing me to murder someone, something that I could not manage to accomplish. While I worried about her anger when I knew I couldn't follow her order, I happened to miss going out somewhere with my parents and my aunt, who I don't see that often (which by the way completely threw off any straightforwardness in this dream). Finally, the time frame of "one and a half hours" seems prominent, but I don't know why. It has to do with my parents though, maybe how late I was before they realized I wasn't coming? I'm unsure. No picture because of a lack of memorable visuals.
#3 Quick Battle: This extreme fragment is a very quick one, involving Guild Wars again since it's the current game I'm playing. I was a Ritualist, in a fight, and I used a skill called "Lightning Touch" that knocked down foes, temporarily incapacitating them. Now normally I wouldn't bother you guys with such mundane and nerdy details, but I actually remember reading numbers in a dream! Something like this hasn't happened to me ever before, that I can remember. Whenever you highlight a skill in Guild Wars, it gives you three numbers, and this "Lightning Touch" costed 5 energy, took 1 second to activate, and recharged in 9 seconds. All of this makes no sense, because "Lightning Touch" is -not- a Ritualist skill; it's an Elementalist skill. And it doesn't knockdown people, it blinds them. One last minor detail for the sake of it: While the real lightning touch looks like this:
, it had this type of color scheme because all Ritualist skills are like it:
This dream lasted mere seconds, or if it lasted longer I forgot the majority of it.
#4 Stadium/another Guild Wars Dream: Though this fourth fragment is a continuation of sorts of the second and third dreams, the murderous intent plot is not there at all. I am with the "other kids" that the evil woman had, and we are in a giant indoor stadium discussing the capabilities of the fake "Lightning Touch". And that's all for this dream; I couldn't tell you of anything we said, what we looked like, etc.
#5: The Mafia Lord: This dream was literally dreamt seconds before I woke up, which explains why I can remember a complicated name. Breaking off from everything I just dreamed about, I visualized a long, dark hallway with a single, large man standing in the middle of it. I heard a voice speaking, and I didn't know if it was mine:
"Who was he? He was Guitarri Pitarro, ninth and final of the Italian mafia lords."
Now you can sue me if that isn't a real Italian name, because it probably isn't. And it is interesting, I always seem to have one-liners of speech right before I wake up when I dream. If only it happened before I dreamed, then it would be an excellent dream signal!
That's all for last night. Five is a good number, espeically since me "willing" to remember my dreams has caused me to come out of a dream dry-spell
Stay tuned for more random dreamscapes!
~Arachanox
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