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I had dream.
It's been a while since I've posted one of these!
But for those of you who don't know, whenever I have a dream, I write it out as best as I can from memory before it leaves, and later write it here on DA too, in a journal.
Here's my fourth recorded one!
I had the dream on April 1st actually, but.....whatevs.
At least I get to have this epic journal skin for it! uwu
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This dream started out in a setting that resembled Italy, waaay back in the past. It had the canals throughout the streets full of water for the gondolas to ride through. The canals seemed slightly wider than in reality, as well as the buildings being shorter. Anyway though, the dream somehow started here, with me riding down a canal in a gondola.
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With my art teacher.
We came to a stop at one of the wooden docks on the side of a building. I "helped" him load small crates onto the dock while he talked to me, even though I wasn't actually helping at all, and simply watching him. I guess he was telling me stuff about art?
Once he was done though, I turned from him, and walked across a couple of docks, and finally entered one of the buildings. It appeared to be some kind of court. There were a bunch of men dressed up in black coats, all fancied up, and.....well, eh, they were basically government people.
The room was actually slightly smaller than a real court room, and wasn't actually very similar to the architecture of one. It was somewhat small and circular, the seating spots having long rows of dark, reddish-brown wood. They had "Counters" in the front for each row, about waist-height.
I don't know how I got the information to them, but I'm guessing I either announced it, or whispered it to the main guy in charge. The information was......I believed that my art teacher needed to be fired.
Now....I don't think that in REAL life, I mean....sure, he doesn't like me putting my signature in my art and I want to anyway because it's not even that big of a deal, but still! x'D
The guy in charge announced what I had brought to attention, and said that they will be using the court (Basically in a way that showed that they never use it).
Everyone gasped and began murmuring among themselves. At that point, I went outside a different door than I used to come in. It led to the same area pretty much though, and there was a rectangular wooden table on the dock. The dock continued on the left along the buildings, and we were on the edge of a circular opening in the city. The water of the canals was still there, but filled in the whole circular gap in the docks, instead of being a narrow pathway. We were also in the shade of the court building. I stood up on the seat of the table holding papers and reading off of them. It seemed to be a speech I wrote for practice, to address everyone with. As I read it, some of the government members were coming out to the table. I even had the reasoning of how "my art teacher doesn't want me using my signature in my drawings, even though I have full right to."
Once everyone came to the table, I actually sat down on the other side, facing the water. My dad was to the left of me. He may have been wearing a very faded olive-green long-sleeved shirt, with green sleeves. Not everyone at the table was human, I think. There may have been some elves there as well. But anyway, one person basically talked the whole time instead of me speaking, but others chimed in occasionally too during the discussion.
Then, one of the senators pulled me to the side. He tells me to go and investigate "The other team" basically. Apparently we had an opposing threat to our meeting. I go across the dock after he spoke to me, and the canals of Italy seemed to adapt into a Chinese-styled architecture, instead. There were much less canals, in fact, I may not have even seen any. There were autumn leaves falling in this....courtyard I entered. The place was lively with people, all seeming to be of Chinese culture, too. I then saw a Chinese man in a gray t-shirt, walking under the roofed pathway around a building. He saw me, and alarm struck his face. He immediately began running.
I followed after him, running past a decently-sized group of men practicing meditation or karate or something. Most of them wore red robes. I continued following after the man, darting past people in my way. We turned left to the other side of the building, and the man I was chasing stopped abruptly, being blocked by 2 of the karate men in his way. They simply stood with their arms crossed, looking at him. I come behind the man, followed by the whole group of karate men. (........What......
)I actually feel kind of confident right there in the dream. I must have gotten whatever I wanted from him, because I started on my way back where I had come. The environment changed again somehow though, and everything seemed gray and "famined." I look to my right once I pass the building, looking to a roofed bridge. My view somewhat turns to slow motion once I spot a black flag slowly swaying in the breeze as it moves across the bridge. Someone is carrying it across, and I eye the strange white-lined design on it. A boy about my age came from the bridge with the flag, holding it. he had my camera as well (the one that is also now completely crappy and screwed up <3 ). He raises it up, taking a picture of me. I approached him awkwardly, feeling fear and hesitance. He told me to look at his pictures, but I told him that the camera didn't even really work correctly. He showed me them anyway though, and I viewed them on the camera's screen. Instead of photos, most of them were videos, or just moving pictures. Darkness and the boy were in all of them, in the present setting of the Chinese courtyard we were in.
Once in particular was an image of the boy, with only his chest and up showing. He was looking at the camera, and dead leaves were flying to the right throughout the picture. For some reason, I was worried about all of this, and ran back to the Italian court as quick as I could. The location of it changed though somehow, and was in some sort of stone, underground room, like a dungeon. There were strange, ash-like remains all over the floor. Under the table now, as well, there were two grayish-green masks. One of them actually turned out to be a person. A giant, in fact. He laughed for fooling me, and we talked a bit. Then I spoke to the leader of the court. Everyone else had left, so we were the only two there. I told him about what had happened, and described the flag the boy carried. We got into some kind of serious discussion, and then went back up the stairs I came in. Outside, though....it was now more of a Roman style of city. (PLOT TWIIIIIST.
)But the Roman city appeared to be in the clouds, with each individual building on one. Some stone roads were there though, still. Now is when the Fire dog and Magma Beast come in (The fire wolf in the dream was actually literally in the style of the artist who drew those pictures~ c': ).The wolf is gray, and somewhat dead-looking. It's breathing fire into another monster's throat, defending itself. The monster was big and light gray, with hunched shoulders, also with a wolf style. The fire wolf was slowly losing though, being pushed back. This is all somewhat of an epic scene. The magma beast sees this from the distance, and comes bounding over in their direction across the clouds. It leaps, and latches onto the side of the beast, bringing them both off the edge of the cloud. The fire wolf rushes to the edge, and the viewing shows from above, watching the beasts fall. They crash through the roof of a Roman tempt on the surface of a courtyard below (Somehow there's ground there?
). The rubble of the building loudly crashes over the beasts, and the building crumbles into ruin. Then the dream shows the fire wolf's face, and he's wailing down sadly, his pupil's very small, and his gray eyes watery and opened wide with his despair.After this though, I'm guessing I must have been running across the Roman city, desperately running through the buildings that began to crumble and fall.
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The dream story is now switched. I'm some..... plastic..... play dough........ guy..........
Some voice like Morgan Freeman is telling me to be who I truly am, as I'm rising up from some red plastic tube, as if being pushed up it. I somehow end up in some play dough town, and I have strands of orange and blue play dough hair. I think I was on an olive green table, in a living room. My parents (probably) were talking to me from the couch, but I can't recall what they were saying. I then somehow change to the perspective of myself from reality, standing before the table with all the play dough stuff. I turn to my left to our laptop. It was on our wooden stool, I think. I type and click a bit, and the screen resembles totaljerkface.com's setup, with the blue header and light-gray-blueish background. I then come to someone's "profile" on whatever website I'm on. They seem to want to be my friend (like, a friend request, ya know). After reading through their profile information though, and seeing their gamerscore, I decided not to.
(Their gamer level actually looked like a League of Legends medal design. The number of their score was on top of the medal, with a colored design around it or something. )
THE END~What even happened at the end there. Just..........just..........whyyyyyyeeeeeeeee?
I congratulate anyone who has read this fully. Like, seriously.
