Dreams

Dec 22 2025

• I entered a school classroom for a University-level Drama class that I really didn’t want to be in, but somehow had been assigned to anyway. To my surprise, I saw Christine there, seated in the leftmost seat of the front row of three rows of desks in the classroom.
• I sat at the back of the third row, unsure if I even wanted to be here as she had no idea about my transition. I knew that she wouldn’t recognize me due to my transition at first but would realize who I was due to my name once I spoke up.
• When the teacher first entered the room and asked everyone to start to do introductions, I had a momentary panic attack, grabbed my water bottle as though I needed to go fill it up, and left the classroom.
• The reason I did this was that I had a Reset Day button and could use it to try to get into another elective class instead of Drama, which I disliked, but after thinking about it for a second, I figured that I should actually go through with the introduction first and see what sort of a reaction it got from her, and then reset if things went bad.
• After coming to that conclusion, I returned to the classroom, having only missed a couple of the students’ intros. I went back to my seat, which was the second rightmost seat in the back row, and then did my introduction next.
• I started by making some dramatic faces without saying a word, then introduced myself and immediately said that I had been classmates with Christine in the distant past, “in high school… no, in junior high.” A flicker of recognition crossed her face and she nodded and smiled.
• I said that junior high was also the last time I had even stepped foot into a drama class, then explained my transition as usual and briefly mentioned my blog and my archivist activities as hobbies to finish my introduction, even though they had nothing to do with a drama class.

Dec 23 2025

• I was in a small classroom working on a submission for an art competition with other people in the final hour of classes for the day.
• This competition involved submitting a number of small white balls, either by creating them or by acquiring them from other means, for example apparently one possible means of acquisition was fishing them up.
• Apparently only one winner would be chosen from the class though, and the only thing they would get as a prize was to then move on to the school-wide competition, then the city-wide one, then the country-wide one. There was only one winner each time too and I thought that that was a scam, to get no prizes all the way up until you were the overall winner.
• Yaoxiang had already gone home and was working remotely for the last hour, and so he wouldn’t be able to enter the competition since he couldn’t even submit the balls in person. However, I said that he was smart and had probably also figured out that it was pointless and was spending his time doing something else productive like playing games instead.
• I convinced our teacher, a middle-aged Chinese guy, to buy us pizza as a participation prize, but no one could decide on a flavour and several other students were ambivalent about it, so even though he agreed, in the end no pizza was bought.
• However, I knew that there was some food waiting for me in my locker. I believe it was a sandwich of some kind. My locker was an extra-dimensional space that could be accessed from two different points in the school and coughed up the items inside of it into a neat pile when I interacted with it.
• The classroom competition eventually came down to five white balls that were submitted — four from a taller guy and one from a shorter guy. The teacher had them do rounds of Scissors Paper Stone, with the winner of each round taking one ball from the loser, and they continued that until one person had all five. Although the taller guy had an 80-20 chance of winning, and a 50-50 chance of eliminating the shorter guy in the very first round, he lost in the end.

Dec 24 2025

• Snippet: I was walking through a train with passenger cabins that was endlessly trundling down a track, trying to solve some sort of mystery aboard the train with some allies. I don’t remember much about the plot but I do remember that at one point, I opened a door that was inside a bedroom cabin and found a smaller ensuite room. Kel was lying on a mattress on the floor in there, wrapped up underneath a blanket. She was apparently sick and trying to recover so I let her be.

Dec 25 2025

• Snippet: I was assembling a town in a game using premade buildings, where each building granted a different power. For example, I remember a building that displayed what gifts that travellers passing nearby liked. Either the village or I levelled up now and then, and when that levelup happened, I got to choose between two or three buildings each time.
• Snippet: I was sitting on the long back row seat of a bus with a friend to my left when he got arrested and brought up front by some police. I wasn’t why he was arrested, but his bag was still on the floor next to me, so I opened it and moved some of his textbooks and papers to my bag for safekeeping. This make my bag bulge a bit as it was overfull with items, but the police didn’t seem to care even as I walked past them and disembarked from the bus at my stop.

Dec 26 2025

• Snippet: I was an overseer-type person in a market place within a region or zone that I remember associating with being Hell-like, although I’m not entirely certain why. I examined items and crates belonging to the vendors there, and for some reason I had a button that could open and close wooden shutters that were hanging horizontally above the marketplace, as though it were a roof over the bazaar of stalls.
• Snippet: I also remember part of a dream where I was with two or three guy friends and one other girl friend and we were on the 3rd or 4th level of a school. An evacuation alarm broke out, and we all shuffled into a sea of students going down the stairwell and out the nearest exit. The other girl and one of the boys were the last two people out of the building entirely, but somehow everyone made it out, even though I was worried that someone would get left behind.

Dec 27 2025

• Snippet: I was in a market trading 4-5 of something for 4-5 of something else. The traders had 9999 copies of the thing I was trading for, yet I was worried somehow that they wouldn’t have enough of this item remaining in stock for very long because of how common the item I was trading in for it was.
• Snippet: My parents and I moved into a new house, but someone kept being a nuisence and calling prank calls in on us, including some movers at some point who got into our garage and started loading a couple of our boxes onto their truck before we told them that we had not called them and were not trying to move out of there. They apologized for not checking first, unloaded our boxes, and cancelled the moving contract. Eventually, Mom did some detective work and somehow found out through a friend of the perpetrator that a homeless person that occasionally passed by our house was the culprit, as he was really obsessed with the house number. He had been sent to therapy in the past to try to solve this number fascination but the therapy had regressed after it ended.
• Snippet: Although I got to keep the items that I had, I was forced to go through the tutorial of some game again due to some character error, and instead of taking the easier left path through the tutorial this time, I took the right path instead. This involved going down a cliff using a grappling hook that I shot into the cliff wall while freefalling several times to break my fall. Someone asked me if I thought the tutorial was still overtuned now that I had experience playing the game, as I had apparently said that about it while taking the left path my first time through here in the past.
• Snippet: I was in a restaurant at the very start of a trip, watching another streamer, KumaMonster, fiddle with a couple cameras of his while seated at a separate table across from me. He was introducing some of his gear to his own stream and I showed him the cameras and gear that I had brought along too, particularly the Osmo Pocket 3, which he had introduced to his audience using a different model name than the one I was used to.

Dec 28 2025

• There were two separate meetings with friends that were scheduled to happen this evening, one to be arranged by KT and one arranged by Ronnie. Despite the two people having never met, there was also at least one mutual friend of mine who would have attended both of these meetings too.
• Ronnie caught wind of the meeting clash on the way home from a job earlier in the afternoon, and he said not to worry, that the schedule conflict would work itself out. As I recall, that job that we completed involved us being superheroes and completing some task to help someone, but in the dream that was just a footnote that I considered to be perfectly normal and never delved further into.
• Anyway, the implication from what Ronnie said was that I would somehow be able to attend both and the timing would work itself out, so I headed home to wait for phone calls from either party.
• On the way home, I saw Jeremy waiting at a red pedestrian traffic light, chatting with a friend of his that I didn’t recognize. He was carrying a large box of folders that I recognized as old work notes, and he was obviously going to throw them out.
• I was not sure if he had seen and recognized me as I was standing a bit behind him in the throng of people at the traffic light, so I hung back a bit, hoping to follow him and then retrieving the box after he had thrown them away and left the vicinity.
• However, he got frustrated with waiting at the light that wasn’t turning green, and he did something that ended up with him casting a spell that sent a burrowing mound snaking out from his feet along the concrete pavement, kind of like the moving mound of earth that one sees above ground when Bugs Bunny travels underground.
• This burrowing mound hit someone and killed him, which caused a bunch of other people to flee. The world featured respawns, so Jeremy wasn’t in too much trouble, but I was close enough and had witnessed it and had just only left my job for the evening, so I still had the role responsibility to approach him and write him up for that misdemeanour, even though this meant that I revealed my presence to him. So I did so.
• Once I reached home, I went up to my apartment and waited for either night-time gathering to be arranged. KT did call me at one point to ask me if I was free but then she hung up the phone after I answered affirmatively, without actually setting up the meeting. By the time 10pm rolled around I began to suspect that neither gathering was actually going to take place, though I wasn’t sure why.
• I stared out the window, wondering if I should go out for a walk, but then noting that the street lights were off, so Mom would probably never agree to me going outdoors as it was dangerous. I listened to a snowplow rattling away below, then heard the snowplow stop. The lights came on at that exact moment, and I realized that the snowplow was consuming so much energy that it made the city lights around it go off.