Dream Log Entry, Date 6.8.2011
The dream began with a false awakening, the details of which I vaguely remember.
After that, I spent a larger portion of the dream in what could be best described as an old, run-down, haunted toy factory. I, for unknown reasons, had taken on the appearance of Kyle Hyde from Hotel Dusk: Room 215. The owner of the factory, a short, slim, black-haired, pasty-faced man wearing a grey shirt with greenish-black overalls, toured me and a small number of other individuals throughout the factory for an unknown time period. We eventually arrived at a large junkyard of a facility filled with discarded toys, gimcracks, and machinery parts. At this point, all of the guests save for me and a long-haired elderly man carrying an infant had mysteriously disappeared.
In the dimly-lit room, a strange vacuum-shaped toy with a giant red sphere attached to it began to go on a rampage throughout facility. The owner attempted to stop the rampaging machine, but apparently was not successful. Fearing for my safety, I looked hastily about the dark room until I set my eyes upon a giant kitchen fork. I quickly seized the weapon, spun around to face the rampaging toy, and with all my strength thrusted the giant utensil into the red sphere atop it. The fork went into the sphere like it would have a giant rubber bouncing ball. I pulled the fork from the sphere, and as it deflated, the rampaging toy ceased to function.
At some point afterwards, we arrived in a small, dank room that was completely empty save for a single-sized bed that stood in a corner of the room. The walls were thick with mold, and on the dark-coloured bed sheets were countless streaks and smears of white paint. The factory owner laid down on the bed, curled himself in the stained sheets, and went to sleep. Meanwhile, the elderly man, still carrying the silent infant, exited the room only to fall to his death into a pit near the door in the adjacent room. I walked over to the pit and looked to see the man’s motionless body, his corpse lay face down. The infant, it seemed, was crushed between the man’s weight and the impact of the fall. Underneath the two corpses, I spotted a two foot-long plastic lobster toy. In that instant, the entire room began to fill with lava. As I was submerged by the rising pool of lava--at this point my perspective had shifted to third person--a giant, humanoid, lobster-like monster emerged from it. I eventually resurfaced to find that I had gained features similar to that of the larger monster standing before me; I now looked like a Kyle Hyde with pincers, antennae, and a bloated, spiny shell.
With blinding speed, I repeatedly leapt at the lobster monster, slicing off parts of its body with my pincers until it finally collapsed and died. Once this process was over, the lava drained from the room as fast as it had rose, and the dead lobster monster shrunk and morphed back into the plastic lobster toy I saw earlier. The elderly man and his child were nowhere to be seen. I lost my lobster-like features, and my perspective shifted back into first person.
The factory owner came out of his dingy bedroom. We had a brief exchange of words, the details of which I cannot remember clearly.
At some point soon after, we were back in the large room in which vacuum toy incident occurred. The room was abruptly lit by an opening door, and a large group of men wearing lit mining helmets and wielding pistols stormed into the facility, and immediately opened fire upon seeing us. The factory owner locked himself behind a large mechanical door on a far side in the room, leaving me to fend for myself against the unknown gunners. One gunner shot me in the stomach. I felt the bullet zip through me, though there was no pain.
Somehow, I managed to escape the building through a garage-like door. My memory of what happened afterwards is somewhat scrambled and hazy.
Later on in the dream, I spontaneously became lucid in an area greatly resembling a town square in London. I was surprised by the amount of people walking about, for my lucid dreams are often devoid of living creatures. Immediately remembering the Dream Views monthly task, I scanned the scenery for any open water, but could not spot any. Not wanting to search the area any further, I decided to resort to portal travel. I attempted to conjure a piece of my Dream Chalk, but failed to do so. I then looked at the ground for some Dream Chalk and eventually found a pebble-sized piece of it. As I picked it up, however, it crumbled in my hand, turning into a sandy substance. I began to rub the sandy substance in between my fingers, and as I did so began to feel more and more of the substance appear until I had a handful of it. I rolled the substance into a cylindrical shape, eventually creating a hardened piece of Dream Chalk. I then turned my eyes to the sky and in midair drew a rough, awkward circle. I extended both my hands, palms open, towards the floating circle and within it began to form an image of the ocean. Soon enough, the circle was a floating, animated portrait of storm clouds and waves. Floating above the surface of the ocean water was a strange, teardrop-shaped ice berg. With the image of mine desired destination formed, I projected my Wings of the Heart and flew into the portal. I descended through a patch of storm clouds and landed into the water, right next to the teardrop-shaped ice berg I had seen earlier.
For a moment, I hesitated to dive underwater, afraid of the possible horrors awaiting me below. Knowing my time was probably short, however, I tried to think positive thoughts and dunked my head into the water. As I dove deeper into the ocean, the instrumental of “Under the Sea” from The Little Mermaid began to sound in my head. Soon enough, Ariel and many other familiar figures from the old film appeared out of nowhere and swam past me. This process went on for several minutes. Eventually, the music stopped, and the cartoon figures ceased to appear, leaving me alone in the dark ocean depths.
I projected my Wings of the Heart in attempt to hasten my dive. They increased my speed somewhat, but not significantly.
I eventually reached a sandy floor, nearly face-planting into it. Surrounding the small clearing were towering, jagged rocks and the scattered ruins of an old ship. I immediately noticed wooden a treasure chest and, with my Wings of the Heart still out, awkwardly swam toward it. I emptied the chest on the ocean floor and found nothing but shellfish. One of them clamped onto my left index finger as it fell from the chest. I wiggled my hand until the shellfish fell off, and then proceeded to investigate the interior of a dismembered ship cabin. In the cabin was a small royal bed surrounded by transparent curtains. On the bed was a black purse and a small white box. I opened the purse to find a gold necklace decorated with gems. I threw the necklace around my neck and moved on to the white box. In the box was a large array of video game discs and cartridges, some of which I recognized as popular titles. I immediately began to stuff my pockets with them (“Too bad I will not still have all of this when I wake up,” I thought to myself jestingly). As I gathered the items, I abruptly woke up.
