(0) Dreams: Dec 1 2008

Game of Voy: Witcher in the Mines

I’m in the dream of being the Witcher, I enter some sort of deep minelike labyrinth.  The entrance is square with stone like outline around a slick brown earthlike material.  The passage quickly heads deep down.

I’m standing on a narrow platform in an Escher like space where passages, and stairs fold and follow each other in odd directions and angles.  Deep down in the middle is a huge emptiness that goes on down to the unending bottom.  Everything is shades of brown and grey, the space is dim and dark with yellow light everywhere.

I stand before a ladder that leads up into a stone like entrance or passage in a very confusing way, my guide is here he feels like an older wisened man.  I try to go up the ladder into the correct entrance but part of me is afraid and I twist and turn away and fall to the top of the dungeon.

The entrance is up ahead, with a square of daylight in it.  I’m very hurt from the fall even though I rolled expertly and avoided death.  I walk slowly down as I heal.  A creature is ahead it looks like a humanoid rat with orange-red fur, I reach back behind my head and draw the silver blade.  It’s light, and balanced and brings a feeling of fluidity and spaciousness to my mind as I wield it.  The creature feels like an enemy but I don’t really want to fight it, it’s grotesque but somehow beautiful at the same time.

I turn away from that direction even though I know I have to cross the room it is in.  To my left behind a door a whole pack of creatures awaits.  One of them is a horrifying thing of string like muscle or wool that resembles a horse.  It’s dark read and meaty somehow with two eyes peering at me.  Various other strange and unknown beings are in there and the door creeps open.  I’m ready for them, even though I don’t really feel like attacking.  I step back and dodge something as I do.

Down behind me is a giant angry thing that looks like giant golem of glowing blood or lava.  It’s head is misshapen or missing and in its hand it carries a huge ball of something harmfull.  It just threw it at me and I dodged it automaticly out of habit.  I consider running at it and attacking, but I don’t feel it’s necessary or a good idea.

I turn down the corridor to the yellow light room where the rat-being is.  The light is fuzzy and warm in a beautiful way.  I step in, switching my blade to the iron-rusty one and attack.  I combo easily into a few sword strokes and the monster disappears as things get dark and slightly more dangerous.  From behind me the things trapped in the prison room spill forth and surround me.  I quickly switch back to the silver blade, this is going to be serious work.

Most of them are small and harmless goblin like things but one of them leads them.  The being is huge and fat like a cross of Jabba the Hut and a human merchant with rich clothes on.  The goblins bring out a cannon that shots a little spinning spiral thing, I try to swap it away but they chant that I can’t destroy it.  It flies in my face and buzzes around myhead.  I leave it be and ignore it and it goes back into the launcher.

I trun to face the leader merchant thing.  He is beautiful while being grotesquly shaped, diamonds and sparkling things line his body like jewels on a tiny silver string.  I notice that my sword has become a string of diamonds which I twirl in a circle trying to hit him with it like with a sword but it just won’t swing that way.   I manage to hit him few times, but it ends up being more like a stroke of devotion or kindness then anything.  He smiles at me as I think that this is silly and I should stop.

The With and the Golden Sword

I’m standing in front of a woman in white gown or dress, her face is pale and not really human the features are thin somehow as if they were squished and flattened at the same time.  In her hands is a blade of pure gold liquid light I can feel it as she grasps it and thanks me for bringing it to her.  Enormous joy and happiness fills me, the blade which looks very molten and featurless is so bright and warm in the darker room we are in, perhaps a prison deep under ground?

Understanding floods my mind and I tell myself that this was always the goal of the witches right from the time when they took me to the tip of the tower.  A feeling of connection and oneness, a strange man appears, he is pale and very muscular at the top of his body, ropes of muscles are visible under his shoulders chest and upper stomach but his stomach is strangley flabby and messed up.  I’m disgusted by the contrast of his beauty and ugliness and somehow he feels like my enemy even though he’s trying to cuddle up to us as we rest.  I realize that he simply wants to join in the openess and allowing him to do it would be an act of kindness.

Game of Voy: Zombie Smashing

I’m in some sort of town, and I see a map leading to another town through the zombie area.  I have to get there that’s my quest.  I head off and see myself as little figure trying to make it to the entrance to the next area.  I use my Blast Power to push the zombies away when they get close to buy myself enough time to meld into the entrance to the next town.

It gets very hard and I can’t really do it anymore so I watch someone else play and pay attention carefuly so I can follow.  He gets to the boss area where an Alien like figure that feels like a chimera or a woman begins to attack.  I forget I was not playing and begin to control myself, as I avoid attacks.  The boss creature which feels like Death breaths a fire attack and I try to avoid it by stepping into a little door at the top but that’s a mistake and I fall out with virus like acid webs on me and roll on the ground in pain.

I learn that this was a trap, and simply skip around the attacks of the Death woman alien as I trace back the power lines on the stage.  I focus on the tracing and suddenly they are all clean, its empty and lifeless here, only the door remains.  But it hurt me horribly before so I’m afraid to go in.  I step in and it opens.

A car stands in a tiny little storage space, on it a blue sparkling pattern.  I take or absorb it with joy and sense of accomplishment.

As I leave a voice scolds me for not making it to the town I was supposed to get to and only going part of the way.  I respond that it was best I could do.

School of Gameshow Host

I’m behind a table with an experienced woman whom I value and trust very much.  A whole audience is before me in a giant TV-show auditorium.  I’m the host of this show and a microphone is in my hand.  I don’t know what to say but I have to say something so I gather up the courage and with good feeling say “How’s everyone doing?!” they respond with claps and say they are well, I feel extremely proud that I was not afraid to say this.  The woman who is with me at the table that looks and feels like a classroom table says I did very well.  There are crayons and crude kid drawings on the table and a backpack so I pack and leave.

I’m on my way back from school in Kety and walk over the green grass in a summery warm day.  A sidewalk ahead leads to the apartment home, but there is barbed wire fence before it so I have to take the long way.  I think I should take the short way and jump across the fence.  I do that but the fence begins to weave and bend as I get to the top and I’m not sure if I could make it across without being cut up by the barb wire.

I jump down to the ground and lay on the ground, it feels good to rest.  A girl coming back from school approaches me.  She’s wearing a tiny deep blue miniskirt uniform and looks really thing and playful.  She twirls over me and wants me to get up, asking why I’m lying here.  It’s really fun because she’s super playful and I keep hoping she twirls her miniskirt over my face so I get to see her cooch.

I laugh because I know she knows this and it’s the whole point of the game, so I get up and smile at her.  She has little pigtails and reminds me sort of little Monika.  I like her and feel light and happy.  She smiles and asks me something like “Why are you coming home from football?”  I look at myself and I’m wearing a sparkling jersey like thing of white and blue, I laughing answer back “I don’t know, I don’ t even like football”.  As she leaves she leaves a feeling of I should pick another sport to come home from.  I briefly wonder what sport I’d like, soccer?

I head home on the cement path. (there is more but it’s too fuzzy).