I was a boy wizard going to a wizard school. The dream was certainly Harry Potter inspired, but the school and its staff more resembled schools from my life and from other fiction than from the HP universe.
I was accused of a particular crime by a faculty member that I never knew what it was. It was a crime so severe, and the accusing authority was so trusted, that my fate to be punished for it was absolute. Nobody believed in my innocence, including my (not IRL) parents, who were part of the process for conditioning me for my punishment. I got this sense that my crime was not one of doing but one of being – like perhaps I was discovered to be the reincarnation of some evil demon or whatever.
People pitied me more than anything. They did not hate me, but I could not run free, and while my parents and others empathized, they were certain of my guilt and would not allow me to roam freely.
I had a job in some big glass office room where perhaps a hundred suited middle aged men also worked. I had been apparently secretly collaborating with someone on some sort of fanfic movie of a computer animated porn movie series. Turns out the guy I was collaborating with worked there too. He was a hipstery Asian guy. Once I learned of this, I kept being worried that I would be found out by my employer due to this guy’s carelessness. Later I learned this guy wanted to keep it a secret too. So I felt better. Continue reading
I was part of a post-alien invasion society. It was a sort of authoritarian village system run on the inside of a highschool in the middle of the country. I don’t think we were even allowed outside. Village gathering places were the gymnasium, cafeteria, assembly hall etc. The alien masters were never seen but gave orders through the class of human collaborators that oversaw the village and ensured productivity and adherence to rules; they were either thugs or insufferable bossy control freaks (one reminded me of the girl in charge of yearbook I had the misfortune of working with at T-School). All the villagers had a job to do, sometimes several, but instructions could come from the top at any time changing this or giving special assignments. Continue reading
We lived in an apartment built over or next to a Chinese convenience store. The place was a poorly designed mess, basically a hall with a few rooms randomly jutting from it at regular intervals, some leading to places that weren’t related to us at all, like stores and things. I found things a tad confusing too, like it seemed to not have a layout consistent from time to time. Then one night I woke up to find that my room was also part of a subway station and a bunch of people were passing through. Then later it was a disgusting sty and silverfish were everywhere. I’d kill one with a death glare or poison or something and its lifeless body would fall onto my rumpled bedsheets, and while I was trying to find the corpse and dispose of it before I got totally grossed out by it touching where I sleep and spreading it’s ick taint, I would spot another one scurrying somewhere else. Continue reading
I had a dream that I was to marry my ex-girlfriend Andresia from college. Although as lovely as ever, I felt as though we had drifted apart and the marriage was a tad odd. It was a lavish affair and seemed to take place in a hotel resembling a palace. The instant it was over, I began regretting it. Our personalities would not mesh, we didn’t have much to talk about. It felt awkward, being there in our wedding suite. Two long feast tables were sitting in the courtyard right outside the door, waiting for us to consummate the marriage (I was a tad anxious about this because while the huge double doors were solid wood, the wall around them was transparent glass). I think I was so disinterested in the situation with her that I started looking for a Tiger Electronics handheld game* to play instead of interacting with her. Anyway, while it’s quite often I make decisions I regret, the fact that this was a decision that I would be regretting for the rest of my life was starting to sink in. Continue reading
Had a dream I was a vampire hunter, and I was part of a trio of people who was in the vampire hunting racket. We were tracking down some and figured this one Dracula-type spooky guy was headed into this random house in a city. In fact it resembled the house near High Park I used to live in. Anticipating all kinds of dark spooky stuff, wall to wall coffins stuffed with all kinds of sleeping monstrosities, plus spiderwebs, we spent a few moments outside to steel ourselves for the task at hand. While out there we met some superheroes who were in the middle of fighting some communists (it was the early 80s). I briefly thought of asking them to join us because one of them was either a robot or in some sort of metal armor, and the other had stretch powers, so I figured those would be useful abilities to use against vampires. I didn’t however because I figured we were just part of different scenes and would not mesh. Plus they would probably only be interested if it was communist vampires we were facing, and I had no idea what the political inclination of these bloodsuckers was. Continue reading