Dreams

Mar 28 2022

Dream 1

• The end part of the dream involved me being in a house roughly modelled after our Edmonton 4012 house, but with different rooms. A school bus was parked outside the house, with a bunch of students and a teacher on board, and the driver was getting antsy, as we were going to an art gallery or something and he didn’t want to be late. I sent a couple younger kids (my siblings?) that I was living with up on the bus, and then ran out myself, but had to run back into the house because I had forgotten a few things, so I asked them to wait and the bus driver yelled out something about 3 minutes. I ran upstairs and fished through some drawers in a panic but couldn’t find the item I needed, yet it was something that I really couldn’t leave without.
• I eventually found it, and while I had to leave a couple other things behind in a mess, I also grabbed an old cellphone and ran out the garage door, closing it behind me as I ran to save a few precious seconds, only to see the bus pulling out of my driveway and then out onto the street and around a bend. I couldn’t get back into the house as the door had now completely shut from the inside, and the phone I had grabbed did not have the phone number of my teacher on board the bus as that was on another smartphone still in the house, so I couldn’t even contact her. I slumped down with my back against the outside of the white garage door, not caring if my school blouse or skirt got dirty.
• I then woke up upset and not wanting to write this dream down. I was also not sure if I had heard a loud noise of some sort from outside the apartment IRL or not, so I turned on the lights, walked around sleepily, visited the washroom, and then went back to bed while grouching a bit.

Dream 2

• I was taking 5 University level classes in an unfamiliar school, and I and some friends were seated on the left side of a classroom with tons of occupied student desks, probably about 60 of them or so, arranged in a square grid and all facing the front of the room. A few Dunman friends were there for the start of it, though I forget who exactly. A girl was in front of me, another guy was ahead of her, another girl was behind me, and a guy was to the right of me. I knew all those four people, and a couple other students nearby, though most of the people in the class were people I didn’t recognize. I believe Allen, Zixiang, Kaiting, and Gillian were the four near me, but I think a couple others like Eisen and Leon also showed up through the dream.
• The five classes I was taking included one on making video games, one on specifically making war video games, and one on math. The math class came first, and we were given a worksheet to complete as homework that involved us splitting into pairs and solving or restating some algebraic equations, that looked like physics equations, in a specific format. I wasn’t sure why he would give out homework that involved us splitting into pairs on the first day of school, when most people didn’t know each other, but math was my strong suit anyway so I started working on it, envisioning some sort of group homework session later on. There was a girl seated behind me and to the left who didn’t have a desk, and she requested that I not move as she used my back as a prop for her paper so she could write on it too. I found it funny and she was a friend as well so I was happy to oblige.
• The next class was the regular video game class, and I don’t remember much about this period except that the teacher came in and the girl in front of me called out to a friend across the room with a nickname, something like “boy”, and the teacher caught on to that and said we were going to do introductions, and he would try to remember our real names instead of people who might have strange nicknames like “boy”. However, the person’s voice was fairly soft, and the ambient noise in the room loud, so her words were not actually heard by anyone further out than our two leftmost rows in the class, so everyone was confused by the teacher’s statement, including the boy himself. The girl in front of me was also curious, and asked me if her voice was THAT soft. I said yes.
• The next class after that was the war video games class, and that started with a lot of people in the four rightmost rows either leaving the classroom to go to another class or standing up and kind of loitering around while new students also came in for this class, since it was some sort of elective. The teacher was a current or recent grad student, came in and introduced himself, and then started introductions again starting with our column. This time, the first four people in the column were girls I didn’t know, but the second and the fourth girl both introduced themselves as Jessica as well. The fifth person was my friend, and when it got to me, I coyly asked if I could also be a Jessica, since I was one, and the teacher laughed.
• The introductions went quickly but were sort of weird because not everyone was part of the class. Eventually, a train pulled up next to the classroom, outside the door to the right, and a bunch of people filed out of the classroom to board that. In the meantime, the teacher was also opening up the dividing wall between our class and the classroom to our left, and he was instructing the new students to sit there, after which he closed off a dividing wall just past the column of desks on my right. He essentially reshaped the classroom since the class next to ours was empty this period, so I was now on the second column from the right instead of the leftmost one, and the four columns of desks past that were ceded to the train station.
• He then started talking about video games, and he rummaged in the back of the classroom in a metal cupboard before coming out with a bottle of liquid that looked like either a window-washing or drain-clogging acidic solution. He said that most people thought bulletproof glass was the best way to stop an impact, and he held up as an example some glass that had been cracked from the force of a bullet but had held firm. However, he said, what most people didn’t know is that this liquid product was very popular in a European country (Germany? Russia?), and that if you coated a surface with this, it could withstand not only bullets but even tank ordinance. He held up some tank missile rounds to show the class as he said this.
• Later on, after school, I was also at a train station heading home, and I had to buy tickets from a ticket machine. I saw the previous person had actually bought tickets but had left them in the dispenser — I looked at them, and saw that while they were a roll of 20 unused tickets or so, he had set the date to 04/03 on accident, which was probably April the 3rd, a few days from now, but I wasn’t sure, since they could have been March the 4th, which would mean that they were expired. Either way, there was a note on the tickets to bring them to the front office so they could validate them, and he must have decided not to and to just buy new tickets and not set such a near upcoming expiry date for them (they usually lasted for a month, which would have lasted until late April — I believe my dream actually managed to acknowledge “today’s” date as March 28th too). I set those tickets aside on top of the machine and decided to spend money on my own tickets instead of risking that front office as well, so I pulled out a cash card and inserted it into the machine.
• At a later point in the dream, while still on the way home, I was in a car and about to drive it off a short ledge (about a foot high) and take a right turn into another street flanked by tall buildings. Someone was waiting for me at the turn to catch me if I were moving too slowly, but I could see on a minimap radar thing that I had that there were hundreds of NPCs of some kind filling the street on the right, but outside of my current field of vision. Oh well. I drove the car around the corner anyway and realized that they were pigeons — once my car turned the corner, the first half of them immediately fluttered up in the air in a tizzy, and the second half flew up and away when my car approached the halfway mark.

Mar 30 2022

• I had one dream snippet where I was at home and for some reason or other was preparing to take a 10 hour dip in a bathtub. It was framed as some sort of voluntary punishment, perhaps even with a side of naughtiness to it, and even involved something about Satinel, acting as my mom, generating a list of tasks or something from an online site that had a Bandori flair, though the tasks involved mundane things like holding your breath underwater for some short period of time.
• I arranged a number of things next to the tub to keep me amused while I would be in there — a couple books, my phone, a sponge, towels, and so on. It didn’t seem like I had to spend all that time in the tub in one go, it was more of a cumulative total.
• I also went out into the main room at one point to look at Kel using the computer in the main room. She was copying something down from a website whose page was split into two, the top half had some sort of adult ad, in plain text, which she was ignoring while concentrating on copying the bottom half. I noticed Mom (in Mom mode) standing nearby and glancing down at the screen with a frown on her face, and surmised that she was frowning at the top half but not wanting to say anything, though the bottom half also was something that we needed to keep secret from Mom for some other reason. I distracted Mom and she wandered off to a separate bathroom from the one my tub was in, then I whispered to Kel that she needed to be more careful.
• Mom also generated a Spotify Underwater-themed playlist for me with 999 minutes worth of songs, though when I played it without looking at the titles it turned into an AMQ sort of game where I didn’t recognize the first two songs, and recognized the third one but couldn’t place it since it was from some western movie or other I hadn’t watched.
• Later on, I was at a small underground train station with a few friends, including Jah and Fames, and it was framed as the finale of a Left 4 Dead map. There were two angry tanks and a bunch of zombies beyond a doorway where the train tracks were, and we started firing at them so we could clear them out before the escape train arrived.
• I got knocked onto a set of railway tracks that ran perpendicular to the train station where our escape train would be, and I thought it was over for me, but I realized I could just go to the far end of the platform and climb up again, and that would even give me some distance from the tanks. When I got up, I saw one of the tanks being handled by Jah and the other person in the distance, while the other tank had knocked Fames down and he needed help. I unloaded three clips of my SMG into the tank, downing it while it focused on Fames, and then went up to him to resurrect him, complete with a little circular progress bar as I helped him back to his feet.
• The train station then began to shift back to normality. Our train hadn’t yet arrived, but regular people started to enter the station, and a woman even laid out several tables just outside the doorway we had first seen the tanks through, and started peddling items there. There were gel pens which were identical to the one I had received IRL a few weeks ago, though these ones were labelled as being made by a Justin (or a similar name) from the University of Alberta. It wasn’t someone I actually knew, though. There were lottery tickets, cakes, fruits, and more thijngs lined up on the table, and someone asked if she had vegetables too but she said she had sold out of them a little while ago.
• I took a half-boiled egg and put it in the breast pocket of my school blouse, and then continued to browse the goods for a while but found nothing else I wanted to buy. When I took the egg out however, it was squashed and a little smashed up, and the woman offered a spoon and brown napkin so I could eat it on the spot. I paid her with a credit card, took the spoon and napkin, and moved to the other side of the doorway to start eating it. It had a crumbly shell and I more or less ate that too, along with slightly runny yolk that got onto my fingers a bit. There was a man seated at a long table and bench who was staring at me as I ate, in a way that made me uncomfortable.
• Somewhere in this train station scene, there was also a monk that was looking for the lost members of his sect. He was the last one he knew about, but he was sure his brethren were out there somewhere. In the meantime though, while travelling, he had put on a monk cap belonging to another more popular sect just so that he would have a group to belong to and whom he could seek for help, even though that wasn’t his true home sect.
• Snippet: Much earlier on in the night, I had a dream about a game of Heroes 3, though all I really remember from that is having three heroes exploring the area near my home castle. I was using two of them in a largely defensive manner, fighting any pesky enemy heroes that got too near to my castle, while the third was a summoned elemental genie unit that didn’t cost money and that I could just resummon if it dies, so I sent it further afield. It eventually did locate the enemy castle to the west of my own, though it ended its turn too near the castle and would probably have been killed the turn after if I didn’t stop the game right there.

Mar 31 2022

• I just remember two train snippets — one was that I was lost in a train station and had to ask a security guard where the escalator to the correct platform for the Earth Line (aka Green Line) train was (it was on the east side of the station whereas I was on the west side), and the other took place after that, where I was travelling with someone else in a vehicle or two which had a top-down map view of the city, and we were trying to find the train station that I was lost at earlier, but we weren’t able to easily find it while we were being harassed by zombies or something that could defeat us if they caught us.

Apr 01 2022

• I was staying with Mom, Dad, and my younger siblings in a hotel room, and for some reason or other I wanted to change hotels in the middle of the night. There was an adventurous feeling tied to that action, though I think there was a cost reason attached to that desire to change rooms too, and I even had a piece of paper with a cheap hotel’s name on it that allowed late night/early morning check-ins.
• Dad didn’t want to change hotels, but Mom and Kel eventually changed their clothes and were ready to go out as well, and I argued that changing the hotel room would save us $150 for our final day on vacation here, so he eventually relented and said that he would go scout the hotel and see if they were open, while we packed up the luggage and waited in the room, so we wouldn’t be left without a hotel just in case they no longer had rooms, although I did point out that checkout for this hotel was at 10 or 11 am anyway so we could always come back if that happened.
• We waited in the hotel room as he disappeared for some time, and I had some sort of interlude dream here involving computers, some people from my workplace, children who were interested in what we did for work, and a computer puzzle game I was playing at lunch but couldn’t complete because some people walked by and stood around behind me and I didn’t want to show them that I was playing a game on the computer even though it was during the lunch hour.
• Anyway, that part of the dream eventually ended and Dad came back to the hotel. He said he had taken forever because the hotel I had scribbled down on the piece of paper only had that offer for a cheap room valid for the first two days since when I had received the offer from them, but four days had passed before we finally decided we wanted to change hotel rooms, so they no longer had a room. However, he had found another hotel nearby with a room at an equally reasonable rate, so he was willing to bring us there.
• We agreed, but I noted that it had become dawn and so the mystique factor for moving rooms was gone. Still, our other reason for moving was valid, so we got into the car and he drove us to a hotel with a large outdoor area just outside of it, where many people were queued up on a carpet, waiting for elevators set into the outer wall of the building that would take them up to their hotel room. An elevator arrived as we were unpacking, and something like 40 people crammed into that elevator before it closed. We missed that elevator, but there was one right behind it at another elevator shaft, and we rolled up to the elevator lobby area and got into that along with one or two other people and a bellhop.
• The bellhop had a pair of keys and had pressed the 6th floor button for a woman, before holding the door open for us to get in. Once the doors closed, Dad tried to press another floor button but it wouldn’t work, and he explained that he’d need to use his key (in a round keyhole next to a keypad) and enter a passcode in order to activate the buttons again. He did so for us. I mentally guessed that the passcode for unlocking the elevator pad was 6131, and that turned out to be really close, he said the number was 6140 or 6150 or something like that.

Apr 02 2022

• I remember a food festival taking place in a wide-open elevator lobby high up on a HDB block, with passages leading off from the lobby to peoples’ homes, including my family’s. I rode an elevator up to the lobby with my sister, and we met our Mom and younger brother there. My younger brother was basically 5-8 years old and my sister was about 10-13. I playfully covered my eyes as I was approaching them, playing a game of “I can’t see you so you can’t see me — Out of sight, out of mind!” but that obviously didn’t work and I wasn’t expecting it to.
• The festival itself was made up from a number of small food stalls selling all sorts of weird food. We chatted a while, then Jon said he wanted to get a 3-in-1 burger that was made out of 3 other burgers put together. He said that he had heard that it was really yummy. Dad came up to join us as well at some point, and he said he fancied some creamy dish that I had never heard of before. At some point, the rest of my family left, and I had to choose what to get and eat as well.
• At this point, the dream turned into basically a Battle Royale map in AMQ, as I walked around the lobby using a viewpoint where I could see the festival stalls and my current location represented in a top-down view of the area. Round tokens were scattered all around the map, but they were all facing down, and thus had their contents hidden. As I walked near a token, I could flip it over to see what sort of food that stall was offering.
• Snippet: I’m not sure where this fits in but I am sure that I met some friends at some point as well, and that they had some RPG combat skills that one of them used on someone else in a threatening manner to help me solve some other problem that I had in the dream.

Apr 03 2022

• A few friends of mine from Dunman, Rosyth, and McNally were together with a bunch of other unknown students in a small high school building on a campus. We were being split up into different groups for our next class, a Guess the Song music class themed after AMQ, and our group was going to be headed off campus — out of the building, up a hill to the northeast, and to a building called Neutral 39. I couldn’t find it on my phone’s Google Maps at first, but Eileen helped me find it — the name of the building on the phone map was written in Chinese and the 39 part was obfuscated somehow so it wasn’t easy to spot.
• While I was in the hallway by my locker, I noticed my left foot had a slipper on while my right foot had a tattered pink shoe, so I put down my bag, took out a pair of dark sneakers with bright pink laces, and put those on instead. While I was doing so, Mr Grosse came by and asked if we wanted to cancel and reschedule the next class because it was off-campus, he’d do it for us if we wanted even though it would inconvenience the facilitator who was going to be brought in to be the teacher for that class. I said no, it was fine in that case, and everyone else agreed with me. We left for the building, and I had climbed this hill before in other dreams so I showed off a few shortcuts along the way.
• Once we reached the classroom, I sat down on a table in the middle of the class facing the front of the room, while a couple friends, Allen and someone else, sat to my right, so that our tables joined up 3 in a row with mine the leftmost one. We were the three top contenders in the music game for our group, and most of the other students took seats on chairs lined up against the back of the room. Besides them, there was a teacher at the front of the room, and Justin from McNally who was seated on a table on the front left side of the room, looking across the room at everyone else rather than at the projector and songs being played — he was a former champion or something and was here as a Teaching Assistant.
• I ended up winning this match by getting the last two obscure songs correctly, I had 22 points compared to Allen and the other person, who both had 21, so I won by one point even though I thought I had won by two points as we were all tied at 20 each going into the last two and they didn’t seem to put in an answer for either one.
• The facilitator then switched gears and told Justin that I had prepared some obscure, difficult songs for him to listen to in the past and she asked whether he still remembered any of their song titles. I’m not sure if this had actually happened in a previous dream or not, but in this dream, I “remembered” that he had talked to me about wanting to listen to some new music, and so about 3-5 years ago, I had compiled six music videos of odd, obscure songs that I liked into one video, and uploaded that video for him to view — the current facilitator was misinterpreting that video as a challenge I had made for him. Close enough though, so neither of us bothered to correct her.
• I don’t specifically remember all six songs, however the first song was a (Something/Someone) no Uta, a Japanese song title that translates to English as (Something/Someone)’s Song. It was from some game or other. The third and fourth songs were versions of the same song, a Korean song sung by three magical girls, dressed up in colourful outfits as they rampaged through a street full of Japanese mafia, most of whom were standing around, plus two bigwigs who were resting with feet up on a table. It was a live action scene, very tacky, with vibes of the Samurai Flamenco anime, but it drew gasps of interest from the crowd of students at the back of the room. The very last song was a combat song supposedly from Tales of Berseria, except the onscreen video, while showing combat from that game, featured me controlling a scholar character called Tao from Atelier Ryza, who wasn’t really good at combat but tossed a pebble bomb at enemies who were swarming him. Of the two missing songs, the second and fifth one, one was a song from another game, and the other was a meme song that Mell had linked in Discord back when I must have been making the video, and which I had apparently liked, something about an underwater scene that might have featured crabs.
• At any rate, Justin was only able to get one of the six songs, and I thanked the facilitator/teacher for playing the video and for Justin and the rest of the room for listening along, as I laid down on my arms on the table in front of me.
• Someone named Padre then came into the room, claiming to be a former teacher and asking how many of us recognized him. A few people stood up, and I did as well, although he didn’t recognize me as I had gender transitioned. In the dream, he was a former teacher of ours from Rosyth though, so my classmates from Dunman who were also from Rosyth would have (and did) recognized him.
• Editor: The slippers, pink shoes, and dark sneakers with pink laces are all shoes I have in real life. The Samurai Flamenco vibes from the magical girl song were likely due to similarities to the Mineral★Miracle★Muse girls from that show. Lastly, the Padre face that I recognized as a teacher was actually a priest who went by the handle PadreSJ (local), who used to be a guest on an online show named NSFW/Night Attack (local), and probably a few other names, which Jah and I used to watch when they were on a site named Twit.tv. Jah still follows them, though I don’t. But I liked him and most of the other hosts quite a bit. Still, I’m surprised my dream dredged up his name and face.