dreamlog 2014 Nov 30

Dreamlog, 2014, November 30.

I have no logs for the night of the 28th, because I only slept a short time and may not have had a REM cycle. Now is a good time to mention that each log is dated for the morning I awoke after the dreams detailed in the log.

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Current time: 02:24.

Dreams? Dreams.

I had a short cycle between... I think between 19:30 and 22:00. I can't recall my dreams from the time, but specifically recall thinking I would be unable to recall them because I hadn't bothered recording them.



Between 22:00 and 00:00, however, I had a lot of crazy-ass dreams. My earliest recollection is of a tiered area. I'm not quite sure how to describe the room in a few words, so I'll use many. The central area was on the lowest tier, and where the walls weren't covered in shelves of what I think was grocery merchandise, they gave way to doors leading to corridors leading to more rooms like this. Each tier in the room was slightly wider in area than the first; the walkways of higher tiers didn't hang over the lower tiers, so the tiers got progressively larger.

I remember little about what was happening there, if anything, but I was trying to climb up the tiers in search for a certain item. I think it was some kind of cat food. I remember pulling down and inspecting what I assumed to be a ramen pack, in packaging I'd never seen before.

The scene changed rather abruptly, and the next thing I remember was being underground, in some sort of basement or parking lot. There were people down there, and I remember most of them looking like they hailed from the Middle East. Something was going on in regards to a cultral thing for these people (not one that actually exists, but one that was made up for the dream scenario). I scurried about in the underground trying to collect something. The phrase "silver pieces of God" was used to refer to the shining somethings I was collecting, and the objects, when posessing distinct form, looked like written words in a (likely) gibberish language.

Then I was greeted by a person who felt familiar. If I had to place their name I would guess Jacob, as their presence reminded me of a cousin of mine, and he wore a holy symbol around his neck. He led me away from the basement area where my task to collect strange, shining silver objects was quickly forgotten. We came upon the area I was last in, which I guess I should refer to as the atrium, and the lighting was dimmer than before, but still brighter and warmer than the underground area. The corridors were replaced with small restaurants, and altogether the area was reminiscent of a food court at a shopping mall. A cook in what I think was an asian kitchen was late, and disaster resulted because of his lateness. I tried to help avert it but was unsuccessful, although I didn't feel the typical stress or dread associated with perceived failure on my part.

Afterward, all the shops and kitchens closed, and there was a couple lurking around. I jumped around a couple of corners to spook them, and they ran off terrified, asking me to leave them alone.

After that I left the atrium and was riding in the passenger seat of somebody's van. We made to pick up one of the other passenger's child, and when we pulled up near them the child grabbed the passenger door handle and was pulled along. I told the passenger (whom I believed to be driving for some reason) to stop the van so we could let the kid in, but the driver antagonistically drove a few circles around them. We stopped though, and I realized Jacob was driving, and started to see a lot of inconsistencies in what I began to realize was a dream. I brought my hand into my sight, but was unable to focus on it properly, and it looked like an alien forelimb, with only two overly-long digits in opposition to a gangly thumb.

The rather shocking appearance of my hand caused me to immediately realize I was dreaming, and I started to recite random numbers, attempting to count down from ten, as the dream faded out of existence. As I returned to reality, I noted an... unsettling feeling in my groin, as though my genitals were growing into place where they had not before been.

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11:29

I've had even more sleep, and with it, even more dreams. They got really weird.

In my first dream, my body was highly customizable. I was able to swap out, add, or remove, appendages, genitalia, hair styles, maybe even facial structures. I tried to climb to the top of a tower made of cargo racks and warehousing steel shelves, using concussive explosives similar to the Rocket Jumper from TF2 to ascend. I fell a few times, and at the bottom was a male who was extremely interested in me. He gave me a Xenomorph tail to replace my chosen fox-like one, and it gave me an extra edge while trying to maintain balance. However, I was unable to test my new capacity for balance on the tower of steel, as I'd become distracted by a couple of females who, like myself, were trying out new bodies. One of them seemed to have put an orifice in the middle of her upper chest, and the other was mildly berating her for acting so goofy.

Next thing I know, I'm in an upper-floor apartment or hotel room with my sister. All around the room are people wearing leather kink costumes enjoying themselves and each other carnally, and my sister seems oblivious. She mentions my mother being distraught after my departure, but I make to leave. The scene changes again, and I see my mother in some workplace. She's unaware of my presence, but looks distraught, just as my sister suggested. I'm now in an area that reminds me somewhat of an upper level of a shopping mall, and the signs and people are done up in bright neon lighting. A pink woman, a blue woman, and a green woman all either work or live in this area, and from what I can tell, they are close friends. I may or may not have been the green woman.

It's at this point that everything begins to spiral out of control. A "rogue" element is added to the dream, in the form of an obsessive young man. He seems obsessed with both blades and my mother. It also seems that after his arrival, my dream denizens and myself are able to change the scene to something new at will. This ability causes (un)reality to become a jumbled mess of scene objects, and I spend the rest of my dream working out how the ability works.

The ability functions as follows: At will, any user is able to jump from one point of (un)reality to another, under the conditions that the new point of (un)reality be a place and time the user has actually been, which is referred to as a destination point;
the destination point must have something in common with the departure point of (un)reality, either literally, such as an object (other than the user) having been present at both the departure and destination, or circumstantially/conceptually. The degree of similarity is irrelevant, and the user can take advantage of this fact to widen their choice of possible destinations;
the user cannot actively select a destination point until the above conditions are understood by the user, and until then, destination points are selected at random, so long as they still adhere to the above conditions;
with every jump from point to point in (un)reality, one circumstantial modifier is selected at random and becomes persistent across all (un)realities. Within each timeline, these changes are retroactive, but within the user's timeline the changes occur with the jump;
the user cannot bring more than one instance of themself in each jump. Multiple instances of the user can, however, occupy the same point of time in (un)reality, as long as each instance is capable of finding a new anchor concept to bring themselves to the point (and also capable of jumping);
the same conceptual or literal similarity (anchor) cannot be used more than once. I don't know if there is a cooldown, or a limit of one use per anchor per user;
a user can bring "passengers" in their jumps, but must be able to sense said "passengers." Other than the requisite of being able to sense them, the user can intentionally select passengers at will. Each passenger is chosen at the time of jump.

I found out about this power trying to escape the "rogue" and also "correct" the "wrongs" he had done, such as complicating my mother's life to drive her to suicide. As I and my band of followers (who may or may not have accompanied me this entire time) were inexperienced at jumping from (un)reality to (un)reality, we quickly and inadvertently caused all of reality to become a jumbled mess of virulent concepts, at which point I awoke.