Author's Note
These are literally just accounts of some very vivid dreams I have every once in a while. They are not always pony-related, but on the off chance they are, I will try to post as detailed a description as I can here.
Could it be a deeper problem that I'm not noticing? Probably, but it's all fine.
Update: I'll bet my brain is trying to get me to move on from the ponies, but it can go [REDACTED] itselt
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300 Year Gap
It started off as a basic dream, a jumbling of nonsense, and disconnected elements of me wandering through a grocery store with absolutely no goal. While I could make out that it was indeed a grovery store(frozen pies section, frozen chicken, and other delectables), I could not make out for the life of me what sort of store it was. It had a few familiar segments, that one would associated with a Walmart, and some localized stored I had seen in my past; a couple of hometown stores known as Cranford's, and Brookshire's had a bit of their layout, too. It felt strange to see them again after nearly 4 years, but they remained the same in this "life".
It didn't help my stomach that for the first few moments of the dream, I was wandering around frozen treats, randomly taking things straight from the rack and munching on them; in the middle of a store, I was eating the merchandise. But no one came to stop me. In fact, for the most part, it felt like it was a post-apocalypse sort of situation, but everything was clean. Too clean for a store, but it was clean. Little to no humans; and they were people. I couldn't recognize them, and I couldn't recognize facial features, but they were faces.
Then the dream began to shift a little bit. I started hearing random garbled talking; it was a female voice, not at all muffled as if they were being covered, but they were just very soft-spoken. This was about the time I had become aware of the dream, and I was able to gain some light control of it. It was definitely a lucid dream, but I didn't have one-hundred percent control of my character outside of my own personal dialogue, which was minimal. Except for a phrase that repeated itself for a couple of times, repeating the sentence, "I left for two days", or something very similar. The common ratio was beginning to make a seat in my thoughts, but not the dream, at first; it made it clear to me that two days here was three-hundred years there. "There" did not make itself known to me for quite a few minutes.
Then I began wandering, head looking down to the floor, as the floor tiles changed in a quick flash; not of light, but as if a powerpoint slide just changed with no transitions, nor animations. I was now standing in my own kitchen, and I knew it. I had yet to look up, and I knew where I was. As I looked up though, it was strange. I know my heart is stuck back in a previous home I lived in for nearly twelve years, so I wasn't too surprised to see a kitchen of sorts from a previous home, with my new home's tiling on the floor.
That was when I took a couple of steps forward, taking in the sights of the floor again as I walked through what appeared to be a textureless portal, aside from a white ring. It was on the edge of the floor between the kitchen and living room, which looked the same on both sides of the portal, so I took a very convincing step through, and found myself in the proper kitchen once more, with sudden thoughts of the two day-three hundred year ration, and random choking emotion hitting my chest. Not literally hitting me, but I suddenly just felt an overwhelming sadness that I could not shake.
It was then that I realized what my brain had done. I had left through that very portal only TWO DAYS before this dream took place, but the figure welcoming me(which was both a hazy, but also quite firmly recognizable Luna) said it has been a three hundred year gap after I left. Then thoughts began to bombard me, no doubt a bit of an influence of the Human in Equestria story binge I have been having; I started to choke a bit as I finally talked.
"How is Twilight doing?" I asked.
Being that I still didn't know the direction of the dream, I assumed I would still see grown-up Princess Twilight, but she silently led me out the front door of my home, as we did a weird slow walk in a circle; we went from the kitchen, through one of the doorways to the living room, and through another doorway to the dining room, to the front door. Then there was another strange sight. Proper house of mine, and Luna walking out into a strange, hilly pasture that does not exist where I am. The two other houses were much more distant, and for a three hundred year old house, my place was standing up to the test of time quite well.
It was then that my dream self, for some reason, got the urge to turn, and kneel down near an outside chair; I had spotted a thick stone slab. When he knelt, I saw much thinner stone slabs, but they were stylized grave markers for them. Up front was Rainbow Dash's, which was just a trapzoid-like shape, about the length of a forearm, and the max width of an eight-by-eleven sheet of paper. Then I shift my eyes to look at another slab, spotting Fluttershy's, then the others, and finally, a unicorn Twilight Sparkle's image engraved one a slightly larger stone.
However, there was a stone off in my peripheral I could not place. This extra headstone changed everytime I glanced. I could only recall seeing it two out of six times, but the first time it had silhouettes of Fluttershy, with Rainbow Dash mirrored on the other half. The last time I remember spotting it, it just had Fluttershy's silhouette, with a grey box under it, not to dissimilar to how cartoons will use those in place of plaques, or text boxes. The entire time I looked at these headstones, I was fighting back some hard tears, collapsing to my knees twice, somehow.
I could hear Princess Luna mumbling in the background a bit incoherently, and yet the phrase or idea that always came back to me was the time gap. My dream self had already fixed himself a bit, as upon seeing Twilight's image, he realized this was not his universe. And in turn, we both came to that realization, also noting the missing Princess Celestia. Unfortunately, it was at this point that I woke up for the first time, completely shattering the dream; I could, and still somewhat do, feel that weird urge to just break down at random.
The last "dream" I had never manifested, but the thought, and the voices of that dream me forcing Luna against a wall and asking what she did came to me briefly before I decided I could not fall alseep. However, he didn't seem solid in his accusations of Luna, so I have no clue what happened there.
I could tell that I came into the mine of a dream-land version of myself that had gone through a portal for two days, and came out into the wrong version of his dimension after three hundred years had passed there. The dream held a lot of weight for only having what may have been about an hour of runtime from the grocery store, to the sudden home visit. Luna didn't have her official voice, and sounded more like a young teenager, rather than herself. If I had to CinemareSins myself, I would question why it has been three hundred years, and those stones were still not in their proper place. I definitel am contemplating whether or not Luna was playing a horrid prank, or if she had removed the stones after some time; I could see her doing that if maybe the cemetary had overgrown after decades, and she wanted the stones to remain unmarred.
Needless to say, I woke up kinda sad today, but otherwise, it was a very vivid dream; I don't want to see it again, but I rarely ever get a dream twice, so there it goes.
Author's Note
This dream-journal entry will likely be a mess, as the dream itself was a horrid mess of "WTF" and "HOW" rolled into one.
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Shambling Mess
This dream wasn't recent; in fact it was nearly a month before I got the idea to write the description for the "300 Year Gap" story. I didn't get the brilliant idea for documenting these dreams until recently though, so it stuck in the background while I wandered about my dull existence.
This one was a curious crossover, as it had a setting similar to the first act of Dead Island; at the same time it had almost a complete structural inaccuracy that it would likely pay CinemaSins rent for at least one month. Course, he probably doesn't even need one video to do that; regardless, it largely started with me noticing visuals from the lifeguard building in the beginning area. I could tell it was that, as it was the corner of the two fences that cordoned the building off, though my dream-self never turned around for me to see what else was there, as he was consistently focused on the action on the other side of the gates.
First inaccuracy came from the first entrance, which had a single gate door, and the solid concrete walls on both sides extending out. On the other side of that, there is supposed to be a paved walkway that leads left to the beach, or right to the hotel. That pathway was not in the dream. Instead, on the other side was a completely flat expanse of land, where a military camp was situated. This was a medical camp, of sorts; like those temporary outposts they put in Germany when Trump ordered a withdraw due to Germany no paying their bills. This was less structurally solid, though, as they were mostly similar to the old school white tents; a few had Red Crosses on them, despite the lack of any actual Red Cross personelle being there.
It was definitely a bustling site with many survivors and military going about an average work day; similar to a martial law state, with citizens doing some work here and there, and the soldiers doing their part. I could never make out their conversations, but it was on part to the sounds of the old New York city streets, pre-virus. I could make out uniforms of the Army green, and some white suits. This was probably influenced by the ending of the game, but I'm not sure. One of the first interactions that came to mind, and that showed the daftness or the foresight of my dream-self, was when a high-ranking officer/soldier who came over. I could not make out his exact lines, but he was offering to take in the residents of that lighthouse; and my counterpart politely declined.
As our conversation blurred along, the dreamscape seemingly changed to show the camp moving or expanding to reach around the other corner of the wall. On this side, accurate to the game, it was a long fence, with two automatic gates. These gates would not open with me, nor any others being within its usual trigger distance. I stopped talking to the man and made my way over to view out that port of the gate, absent-mindedly making small-talk, which I still could not make out solidly. At random, he started to softly say that the infected have breached the building. A short pan over to my left, showed that indeed, an "infected" had casually walked up to the door(in a normal brisk walking gate, not running), and simply pulled the door open. I do not know when the building appeared, but it felt like it should have been there, so I didn't say anything.
My callout of the breach went out three times at a louder pitch, but still went without notice, due to the volume of the crowds around the lifeguard station. (At this point in writing, I remembered it was "station," but didn't bother enough to backtrack the others.) This was when the first sense of an equine occured. I simply turned to my left, out the other gate, to see a massive crowd of undead simply battering at the gates. Just like in-game, however, it was an un-Celestially invulnerable fence. So it just stood there. My dream-self then made his way away from the likely doomed camp to look out the other gate. Everything was still undefined. I could tell it was a crowd of zombies, but it was not in good detail. I could make out solid body outlines, but it was almost at early Silent Hill(Playstation 2) graphics. You could tell they were undead, but not what made them undead, so to speak.
It was then that the first change occursed, upon my random urge to walk to the side, and "glitch" my way onto the wall vial the left edge of the gate's wall. I walked out to the edge(which was game-accurate), and climbed up onto the wall, carefully tight-roping it. I don't think you can do this in Dead Island, but whatever. I then looked down to see an off colour- almost chibi-like Rainbow Dash... ish pony. It was small like the PonyLife version, but had a different-enough body style that I could tell it wasn't(this dream did occur post PonyLife premiere, so it was likely an influence). I reached down to pick it up, somehow able to reach all the way down from the top of a gate that was easily six-foot wall, with no undead trying to grab me.
The lifeguard station was likely gone at this point, as it was just the wall that I could focus on. The camp was also gone, but instead of being overrun by infected, it just vanished in a blink. So, my overall field of view was quite centered on this massive undead swarm. I picked up the now baby-sized horse, staring into it's black eyes, wheresas I also noticed several off colors in the mane, as another one became visible. This was the same pony, just more accurate colour, though just as small. Then the swarm began to slowly change as I would blink. I could never make out who these new ponies were, but they weren't recognizable OCs, nor show characters. I could make out one Berry Punch near the end of the crowd changing, but I still remained on the gate as I watched.
I no longer have the ponies in my hand, and am instead just watching the crowd of undead turn into mindless, though not undead ponies. The lifeguard station and camp were once more visible, but nothing was there. The humans were gone, and I was alone watching this massive group of horses converging, slowly gaining sentience. Or waking up, I guess. Because they became more talkative and life-like. I watched for a few more moments, before I could tell that the power flickered in my real room, and I awoke to my floor fan shutting off.
In fairness, this was the biggest mess of a dream I had until the "300 Year Gap". I could tell it had influences, however, as a few things were clearly from the recent premieres, and my long-abandoned binge of the Dead Island game until Act 3. Unlike the first story, I don't think there was an underlying theme in my dream that would point out anything more than my current obessions, which is nothing new for me. The amount of dreams I have had where I obtain telekenesis, flying, or even just have straight up zombie-themed dreamscapes, I could not count them. I simply come to the conclusion that your current obesssions are likely to manifest themselves in your dreams if you expose yourself enough.
