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sinepenthe) wrote2012-01-28 09:20 pm
sinepenthe) wrote2012-01-28 09:20 pm
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dream of fighting
The details are so fuzzy that I cannot be sure which portion was in what order, but here it all is:
This may or may have not been the earliest portion, but I am putting this first because this is the shortest: I don't know where I was, but it wasn't a normal place. That's not the best description, but there are no words for it. It's an environment that'd exist in a video game. I suppose I can say there were white columns? Anyhow, that is not the point. The point was that there were people from school I know there, and I specifically remember my friend Gina and this guy I'm super conscious of, who another friend and I call White Hot Boy (WHB, and it's funny b/c he's not rlly white). I was talking with her and WHB is standing beside me, and Gina abruptly asked me, "Wait, isn't WHB your friend (she said his real name here)?" And I feel shocked and self-conscious, and react the way I would in real life, saying, "Huh? What? Well, we used to talk a little back in Health class. Huh?" I said Huh about three times and I don't know why. I felt uncomfortable and didn't want to be asked that question.
Another portion was that I was this long-haired girl who could've probably been an assassin? It's not clear why I (she) was the way I was, being able to fight and had weapons on me, and my mind is naturally making me lean toward the word, "assassin." I was facing what felt like a boss fight in a game. I cannot recall the exact details on the boss, other than the boss was a she, and that she was huge (rlly flippin creepy now that I think about it) with long blonde hair and pale skin. She was probably naked, and she was stuck in place on the ground, and there may have been a huge pillar protruding from her head. And when I say stuck in place on the ground, I mean to describe that half of her body seemed to be submerged to the ground, only revealing her head to the breasts or perhaps a little lower than that. Also there might've been some pink flowers dotted here and there on her? My memory is so fuzzy now there! And as I type this, I realize she is reminiscent of Osernrith (from story, Faint).
I was just normally exploring around too, if I can recall, and I just found her alongside some buildings, and I think I was thinking--not sure as the assassin or as myself outside of the dream--how odd it was that a gigantic lady who is only a head and a torso is right here in the middle of town(?). This was when I began to fight her. I believe I was shooting water at her through buckets of them and it had an effect on her, but she was defeated when I found some kind of mirror and started to reflect light (from the sun??) on her and she burned(?) away.
In this next portion, I think I was probably the same long-haired assassin girl. I'm not sure if it truly was the same, but I DEFINITELY was a long-haired killer girl. Tbh, in the previous section I am more unsure if I rlly was a different dream character.
Anyhow, there's this weird situation where at night I must fight somebody. I'm not sure why and what for. So I was the assassin girl and I was stalking these two girls on a sidewalk because I sensed that one of them could fight alongside me and help me. Something like that. Again, it's fuzzy here. Eventually, I got to walk alongside the girl and it was just the two of us now; there were no longer any people walking back and forth and day was becoming late. We came to a place that was like a church, and we met the people we had to fight in there.
I can't be sure, but I might've had two fights (meaning I went through another day, or it could've been a time skip), because I may have been fighting a second person too.
All I can say is that I do remember having a female to fight against, and she had long black hair and was perhaps wearing a white jacket and had tan skin.
She threw poisonous knives at me and I had a marker (idk why) and a short sword. As the assassin character, I had experience at throwing things (like throwing knives), but when I threw the marker, it was pathetic? I remember thinking as the main character, I never tried to do that with a marker, so that's why it failed. I ended up ducking behind the sides of the benches and I was rolling to the other side and tried to uppercut her with my short sword! I remember panicking a bit b/c she may have hit me with her poisonous knives and I didn't want to be poisoned. This part is quite fuzzy too; it could've been a skip or we could've wrestled it out, but I had her beat up and she was lying on the floor.
This part is definitely clearer than the rest, and it was definitely vivid at the time: I had stomped on her head and her head fucking smushed. Probably as both the assassin and as myself, I remember thinking how strange it was how different she had looked when she was alive, looking beat up, and how she looked now with her head smashed like cake and bleeding everywhere. I could not believe that a person, someone like me--as the assassin--turned out to look like that. To think that a normal person ended up so brutally fucked up. As I type this out now, I notice that I've never had these viewpoints before, never even thought of it. This is actually my first dream where I've killed someone, something that I've been wondering what it's like to kill in a dream (b/c I am always getting chased, always a victim in the relationship).
The last part I remember, I think I was actually led to believe it was real. I was myself again. I believe I was on the bus, coming home from what the dream told me was middle school, though I was perfectly my current, high-school self. I was dropped off at an old friend's place, an old friend I struggled to keep but lost her anyway. Her father greeted me, and it was weird b/c I never really talked to him. For a moment, I thought we were the only ones in the house, but then my friend came to me and hugged me and I told her how much I missed her and everything. I thought she was there to hang out with me like normal times, but she just wanted to watch a movie we didn't finish the last time we met. For some reason I felt like she didn't miss me as much as I missed her, so I felt disappointed. Another good friend, JR, was there. The movie wasn't working and he was trying to fix it.
I can't remember much anymore after that. But I can say that the atmosphere felt unfamiliar. I didn't like it. It felt like I didn't belong there anymore, which could parallel to real life with the same old friend. I don't feel like we are friends anymore. We used to be very good ones too. We have drifted so far away. But it is weird that a dream like that came up, because to be honest, I do not care that we have drifted so far.
This may or may have not been the earliest portion, but I am putting this first because this is the shortest: I don't know where I was, but it wasn't a normal place. That's not the best description, but there are no words for it. It's an environment that'd exist in a video game. I suppose I can say there were white columns? Anyhow, that is not the point. The point was that there were people from school I know there, and I specifically remember my friend Gina and this guy I'm super conscious of, who another friend and I call White Hot Boy (WHB, and it's funny b/c he's not rlly white). I was talking with her and WHB is standing beside me, and Gina abruptly asked me, "Wait, isn't WHB your friend (she said his real name here)?" And I feel shocked and self-conscious, and react the way I would in real life, saying, "Huh? What? Well, we used to talk a little back in Health class. Huh?" I said Huh about three times and I don't know why. I felt uncomfortable and didn't want to be asked that question.
Another portion was that I was this long-haired girl who could've probably been an assassin? It's not clear why I (she) was the way I was, being able to fight and had weapons on me, and my mind is naturally making me lean toward the word, "assassin." I was facing what felt like a boss fight in a game. I cannot recall the exact details on the boss, other than the boss was a she, and that she was huge (rlly flippin creepy now that I think about it) with long blonde hair and pale skin. She was probably naked, and she was stuck in place on the ground, and there may have been a huge pillar protruding from her head. And when I say stuck in place on the ground, I mean to describe that half of her body seemed to be submerged to the ground, only revealing her head to the breasts or perhaps a little lower than that. Also there might've been some pink flowers dotted here and there on her? My memory is so fuzzy now there! And as I type this, I realize she is reminiscent of Osernrith (from story, Faint).
I was just normally exploring around too, if I can recall, and I just found her alongside some buildings, and I think I was thinking--not sure as the assassin or as myself outside of the dream--how odd it was that a gigantic lady who is only a head and a torso is right here in the middle of town(?). This was when I began to fight her. I believe I was shooting water at her through buckets of them and it had an effect on her, but she was defeated when I found some kind of mirror and started to reflect light (from the sun??) on her and she burned(?) away.
In this next portion, I think I was probably the same long-haired assassin girl. I'm not sure if it truly was the same, but I DEFINITELY was a long-haired killer girl. Tbh, in the previous section I am more unsure if I rlly was a different dream character.
Anyhow, there's this weird situation where at night I must fight somebody. I'm not sure why and what for. So I was the assassin girl and I was stalking these two girls on a sidewalk because I sensed that one of them could fight alongside me and help me. Something like that. Again, it's fuzzy here. Eventually, I got to walk alongside the girl and it was just the two of us now; there were no longer any people walking back and forth and day was becoming late. We came to a place that was like a church, and we met the people we had to fight in there.
I can't be sure, but I might've had two fights (meaning I went through another day, or it could've been a time skip), because I may have been fighting a second person too.
All I can say is that I do remember having a female to fight against, and she had long black hair and was perhaps wearing a white jacket and had tan skin.
She threw poisonous knives at me and I had a marker (idk why) and a short sword. As the assassin character, I had experience at throwing things (like throwing knives), but when I threw the marker, it was pathetic? I remember thinking as the main character, I never tried to do that with a marker, so that's why it failed. I ended up ducking behind the sides of the benches and I was rolling to the other side and tried to uppercut her with my short sword! I remember panicking a bit b/c she may have hit me with her poisonous knives and I didn't want to be poisoned. This part is quite fuzzy too; it could've been a skip or we could've wrestled it out, but I had her beat up and she was lying on the floor.
This part is definitely clearer than the rest, and it was definitely vivid at the time: I had stomped on her head and her head fucking smushed. Probably as both the assassin and as myself, I remember thinking how strange it was how different she had looked when she was alive, looking beat up, and how she looked now with her head smashed like cake and bleeding everywhere. I could not believe that a person, someone like me--as the assassin--turned out to look like that. To think that a normal person ended up so brutally fucked up. As I type this out now, I notice that I've never had these viewpoints before, never even thought of it. This is actually my first dream where I've killed someone, something that I've been wondering what it's like to kill in a dream (b/c I am always getting chased, always a victim in the relationship).
The last part I remember, I think I was actually led to believe it was real. I was myself again. I believe I was on the bus, coming home from what the dream told me was middle school, though I was perfectly my current, high-school self. I was dropped off at an old friend's place, an old friend I struggled to keep but lost her anyway. Her father greeted me, and it was weird b/c I never really talked to him. For a moment, I thought we were the only ones in the house, but then my friend came to me and hugged me and I told her how much I missed her and everything. I thought she was there to hang out with me like normal times, but she just wanted to watch a movie we didn't finish the last time we met. For some reason I felt like she didn't miss me as much as I missed her, so I felt disappointed. Another good friend, JR, was there. The movie wasn't working and he was trying to fix it.
I can't remember much anymore after that. But I can say that the atmosphere felt unfamiliar. I didn't like it. It felt like I didn't belong there anymore, which could parallel to real life with the same old friend. I don't feel like we are friends anymore. We used to be very good ones too. We have drifted so far away. But it is weird that a dream like that came up, because to be honest, I do not care that we have drifted so far.