Dream: Snowsplosion

The first thing I remember is that I am at school. I’m not sure which building this is. My experience is that almost every location or place that I dream about is a place in which I am deeply familiar and yet seems alien and foreign to me in the dream. Yet, I can only think that this place must be a modified version of the [Redacted] Highschool Parking Lot. There is barely any parking lot. Just a road that leads to and from the school entrance.

I am walking out of the school, and I have an innate knowledge of a plan that my friends and I are going to do. This action in the plan is illegal and I could go to prison or be executed for attempting it. We plan to become liches to become immortal. As I walk out of school, a car passes me, going towards school to pick someone up. I turn to cross the road and make my way to the forest on the other side of the road. I can see in my peripheral vision that many other students are doing the same. There is a large white orb glowing in the distance, barely visible behind the trees of the forest. This orb will be the catalyst for our transformation.

However, we must die for the transformation to take place. And this death can’t be any normal death by means of bodily failure, otherwise the body will not be able to accept our soul again. This must be a death that comes purely by removing the soul from the body. Luckily, we know just the right spell. The Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra. I take out my wand and green vapor pours from the tip of my wooden wand as I whisper the incantation to myself over and over again. “Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra.”

I hear a voice yelling from behind me. Fear grips my heart as I turn around to see the principal crossing the road, walking towards us as we stand in the forest next to the large white glowing orb. The principal gives us all detention for our crimes. We gladly accept. Detention is far better than life imprisonment and the death penalty. After sitting in the dark windowless classroom of detention for what seems like less than a minute, the principal looks down at his watch and says that we can all go out to get lunch.

Due to the rewinding nature of dreams, this scene of me exiting detention occurs multiple different times, each time slightly different. I remember when I first left detention, I didn't know which way was lunch. Then when I exit again, I find a line leading towards lunch, but I’ll be at the back of the line. Then again, in which I know where the line is so I make my way to the front before anyone else knows where to go. Then again, in which I set down my fork and spaghetti sauce stained plate on a classroom desk before leaving to go to the front of the line.

When I finally make it to the lunchroom, I realize that I have absolutely no idea on how this works. I decide to ask the lunch ladies for a sandwich, but they want more detail. So I just name off different parts of the sandwich. Mozzarella, that’s a type of cheese right? Eventually, I get a sandwich, but I realize I don’t have any bread. What type of bread is there? So I just grab what I think is bread but is actually a cookie. However, unlike a normal lunchroom, I don’t sit down to eat. This is where the dream shifts.

I am in a store. It looks like a gas station store. There is a shopping cart full of food that my cousin [Redacted] and my aunt [Redacted] are filling. They have already bought the stuff and have placed it in the cart. So I take out things from the cart and eat them. At some point, I worry about which things they have bought and which are store supplies. I mean, I worry because I no longer could tell whether something was in the cart or not. I could no longer see the cart. The cart appeared as a shelf to me. But the store shelves look the same as the cart.

Then the dream subtly shifts again. I am in the house of an old man. I think this must be based on the house of… I don’t know. I’ve definitely had this same house in my dreams before so I’ve definitely seen it in real life. This is the same house in which I needed to survive against zombies in a previous dream. The old man is my tutor in magic. However, a lot of animals come up to the windows to speak with him. He can understand them and I can too. I don't remember what they wanted, but the wizard decided to help each of them once. I expressed my concern to my tutor that the animals may try to come back for a second dose of help, pretending to be a separate individual, counting on us not being able to tell the difference between individuals of the same species.

I ask the wizard if he has a way of discerning the difference between the animals, and he says he does. He gives each one a name tag. The name tag doesn’t actually say anything, but it lets him know that they’ve already received his help. Then we are back in the gas station. The old man is in the back of the gas station store taking out some contraption covered in red and blue wires. I don’t even know what I’m looking at. It just seems like a bundle of wires. He explains that it is a failed prototype of his attempts at immortality and that he can no longer stay with me because it is bad for me to associate with an immortal. He explains that my parents have already complained to him that I’ve been learning magic from an immortal.

I find myself feeling really sad that I have to leave my master, that I can no longer be an apprentice. I don’t even know how I ended up in the middle of a ruined town that looks like it is the type of place you’d find in some sort of apocalypse. But I am pushed backwards by an explosion of snow. I am pushed out of the town. I am pushed through solid buildings and walls as if they weren’t there. Then I am lying on my back with piles of snow on top of me. So I punch the snow and it breaks like Minecraft blocks. There are trees above me too, so I break out by punching them like Minecraft trees, and the floating remnant of the trees stay above my head as per Minecraft’s anti-physics.

Then I climb over the wall of snow and return back into the city. But the scene rewinds back and I keep getting pushed out by a wall of snow and breaking out and climbing back in. Eventually the dream shifts. I am in a different house, this is a multiple story house that I have seen in at least two other dreams of mine. Maybe it’s based on a friend’s home or something. I don’t know where my parents are but the rest of my family is in the house, including my older sister [Redacted]. My master tutor is also here. The door at the bottom of the house and the door to the outside at the top of the house is open to let a draft in that rises through the winding staircase.

I still remember the explosion of snow and [Redacted] wakes up crying, thinking that our mom has died in that explosion of snow, which I know to not be the case. Instead of informing her that she is still alive, I ignore her. When I go back downstairs, I decide to watch something about Vtubers. Problem is, I don’t know much about Vtubers. Eventually, I find videos and information about [Redacted] being a Vtuber, which she is in real life as well. She is the only Vtuber I’ve watched a video or twitch stream from. In this dream, I had seen that Vtuber [Redacted] had recently made a video and was making another one soon. I say video, but it seems to me that it was really just a comic strip. I’m not even sure what it was about because it took place in the middle of a long comic arc and it didn’t make sense out of context. It involved a girl covered in pink and red stripes over her skin and clothes performing a flying kick, supposedly against an opponent, though I couldn’t see who she was attacking.

Then I was hit with another explosion of snow and had to crawl out, but this time the snow didn’t break like Minecraft, I just had to push it off me. When I escaped, I found myself in my real house in the basement and my family was there. But there was something else strange, Vtuber [Redacted] and some of her friends were there too. I didn’t recognize most of her friends, but one of them was supposedly her boyfriend. She didn’t look like she did in real life, nor did she really look like her cartoon character depiction. She… looked different every time I looked at her. She almost always had the same color scheme, snow-white skin and blue hair, blue eyes, and blue clothes. But she sometimes looked to be almost human and sometimes appeared more wolf-like.

I think she was selling a book or something. I’m not sure why she was there. She had a shelf with some merchandise on it but I didn’t really pay attention to it. I was excited to have seen her, but not as excited as I would have imagined. I mean, I watch her videos sometimes… that’s about it. I’m not exactly a fan. I mean, I like the videos, but I don’t try to keep up to date on the videos, and I don't watch all of them. I think I mostly just watch her because she also likes Vocaloid and has some videos related to Vocaloid. The other reason has got to be that her voice sounds like a child, like a little girl. I can’t even imagine how someone could sound like that, it must be terrible for that to be her natural voice.

So while she was in my house, and she was some constantly shifting form of her character, I didn’t think too much about it. I’d like to describe this part of the dream in detail, but I’m afraid it’s just impossible. This part of the dream just has very little cohesion. It’s mostly just me hanging out in my basement while a bunch of other people are there, including Vtuber [Redacted]. I remember that at some point I saw a picture that Vtuber [Redacted] had drawn with a bunch of different characters that I did not recognize. Most of them are animal-human hybrids with unnatural coloring. I also noted that her boyfriend said that he didn’t like fantasy creatures, not true in real life. He seems to actually adore fantasy creatures in real life, especially Pokémon. Also, his girlfriend was some sort of fantasy creature, so I doubted the truth of his claim. At some point I noticed that Vtuber [Redacted]’s voice sounded similar to Fluttershy’s voice from My Little Pony and a brief animation sequence played before my eyes in which Vtuber [Redacted] was talking with Fluttershy, so I could hear their voices next to each other. They didn’t actually sound as similar as I had thought.

I took out a book called the Tale of Desperado. I must have thought that it was the Tale of Despereaux, but it said Desperado on the cover. This story did not read anything like what I expected. It was Peter Rabbit. The classic old time Peter Rabbit story. But the book was so long. After the story ended, there was a bunch of extra content. There were Tabletop RPG character sheets for a Desperado game featuring Peter Rabbit-like characters. There were pictures and depictions. There are stat blocks for monsters. There were spells and features and classes. There was also other content, though I’m not quite sure what it was. I remember that at one point I said that this was the origin story for Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I also tried cutting down a pine tree in the basement. Ugh, it’s all a jumble and can’t really be described in words without sounding absolutely boring. But the whole thing was amazing. Eventually, we were again repeatedly hit by an explosion of snow, knocking me outside, forcing me to climb out of a wall of snow just to rewind to before I got hit by the snow so I could get hit by the snow again. But I kept getting hit by snow over and over again, as the event rewinded. I complained to Vtuber [Redacted] about this, and she suggested that I try pulling this giant lever that definitely wasn’t there before she mentioned it. However, we were no longer in the basement, we were in a town, and the lever was in a house. I would have to go through the door before I got hit by snow again.

Eventually, I succeeded and pulled the lever. The dream shifted. This shift is so extreme that it must have been one of the times that I woke up to my alarm and went back to sleep because the next thing I remember dreaming about is I am in a Sci-fi setting in a metropolis. Aliens, robots, cyborgs, metal cybersuits, giant mechas, spaceships, and laser weapons. Why were so many people carrying weapons? Didn’t matter, I was off to the academy. I had been asked by the professor of arcane alchemy. The professor took me to a greenhouse in which there were rare jungle plants. Looking out of the glass walls, I saw some dragon-like creatures. And the professor explained that with practice I would eventually be able to detect the great homunculi that offer their powers to master alchemists. He said he saw promise in me. I asked him about the dragon-like creature. He was surprised that I could see it. I explained that I smelled long before I could see it. I first noticed it because of its overpowering pungent odor that smells like onions.

He explained that the red wingless-dragon I saw outside the glass wall of the greenhouse was an incredibly rare and powerful homunculus called an Albatross. He said he couldn’t quite believe that I would really detect such a creature since that would mean that I had alchemical talent that has never been seen before. How could I be such a prodigy to have the ability to detect creatures only barely visible to the highest of masters, even the professor couldn’t see the creature, only smell it.

Then I heard a crash behind me. A young woman, probably a little older than me, broke in through the greenhouse door. A robber from the Catalyst faction, surely she is here to steal the Albatross homunculus. The professor gives me a pair of keys and tells me to lock up the whole world. Which probably just means to lock all of the doors. I run through another door to the courtyard where the Albatross is in a large room, and lock the doors to the courtyard. I go into a tunnel-like room next to the courtyard and lock the doors there. There is a strange curtain covering a doorway. Uh oh, that’s not a door. I can’t lock that. The professor fails to stop the robber and the young woman runs in with superspeed through the curtained doorway. I can’t block her attacks as she pummels me. There is a desk in this room with quite a few vials of elixirs. I don’t take the time to consider my actions as I grab two glass bottles full of purple and blue colored liquids and smash them together in front of me, coating the young woman in the potions. Her superspeed fails as she is reduced to normal speed. But she continues to slow until she isn’t even moving anymore. I have an innate knowledge that she isn’t slowing so much as she is experiencing time differently. I’m not sure whether time is moving faster for her or slower for her, but it’s moving in a way that makes her slow to the point of motionlessness. Her superspeed had likely been at similar time dilation since she had attuned to the Albatross homunculus, causing it to disappear and become a part of her person. I needed to bring her to the authorities to break the bond.

So I carried her on my shoulders like a sack of potatoes. But she was really heavy and still slowly squirming, but so slowly that I barely noticed. I had to walk up and down a lot of stairs because this Sci-fi metropolis loves elevation change. When I finally reached the part of the city with the authorities, my family, not my faction members, surrounded to see who I was carrying. They were shocked to see a Catalyst. Our faction was a long word that started with an M, but I don’t remember what it was. It’s something related to magic, alchemy, or plants, I think. Perhaps Mixologist. Or it might have just been straight up Montague because this was definitely a Capulet and Montague story.

Unfortunately, the time-warping effect wore off and the young woman regained her super speed. She wrenched herself from my grip and zipped away. I visited the authorities in defeat to see my professor being tended to by medical personnel. He was glad that I was safe and admitted that there was nothing I could have done to stop her from stealing the Albatross. I expressed frustration that I had been so close to stopping her but still failed. He was surprised to hear that I had any sort of success. When I described how I had slammed two potions together, causing them to shatter and spill their contents over the young woman, the professor expressed awe. He told me how those potions had already both individually been formed of two separate potions mixed together and left to distill. He said that it was difficult to produce any effect when mixing potions, and that combining more than two potions rendered the effect of the potion null. So for me to mix a potion in with an already combined mixture should have transformed the potion into a non-magical liquid. But I did something even more impossible, I haphazardly slammed two mixtures together that were already consisting of two different potions for the effect of combining 4 different potions into one instantaneously and without any sort of careful procedure.

He admitted that I had more talent than he thought was possible. I asked what it was called to combine potions as I had done. I asked if it was spell twisting. He said it was actually called scouring. That I had scoured the potions together. I returned to my faction base, and the faction leaders recognized that I had been able to have some degree of success in preventing the escape of the Catalyst, so I was the perfect person for the mission. The mission was to retrieve a foolish man from our faction that had fallen in love with the Catalyst that captured the Albatross and followed her to the Catalyst home base. I needed to go to their dungeon, break him out, and return home as soon as possible. They urged me to not speak with the Catalysts, and if my presence was made known, I would be captured as well. So I was ordered to do it without asking the Catalysts for permission, otherwise they would have captured me as well.

So I hurried to the Catalyst home base. Strangely, their fortress was incredibly empty of people. There were no guards, no servants, and when I got to the prison ward, there were no prisoners. Had he already escaped? I left the fortress, and this time I paid attention to the loud sounds and flashing lights that erupted from the hillside by the fortress. I had avoided it before because I didn’t want to be seen, but if there was fighting, that is sure to be where our man was. And it was, but he wasn’t fighting the catalysts, he and the Catalysts were shooting at spaceships that were high in the sky. When I say high in the sky, I mean they were so far away that they looked like ants, but they were the size of houses. So they were really far away. The red, blue, purple, and green laser fire blasted from a large assortment of weapons. One particularly bulky Catalyst held what appeared to be a rocket salvo that fires green lasers. A woman wearing a silver bracelet points her flat open hand, on her outstretched arm towards the spaceships, firing blue lasers from her hand. The man from our faction was shooting through a sniper rifle. And many other people were firing lasers. There were around ten spaceships in the air, that all looked something like the Millenium Falcon. They were all swarming around each other, trying to dodge attacks from the Catalysts. I also noticed that the spaceships were getting closer to the ground. They were headed towards us. Were we under attack?

The dream fast forwarded to a spaceship crashing against the ground and the Catalyst faction leader claiming victory, saying he landed the ship before the others shot it down, but everyone claiming that it doesn’t count because the ship didn’t survive the landing. This was apparently just a game they were playing. Then the dream rewinded back to where I was still watching them shoot the ships. Some of the ships exploded in the sky as they were impacted by lasers. However, one final ship made it close to the ground, where it was hit by many lasers. But it didn’t explode, instead, it lost its motors and crashed to the ground… then it exploded. Then that scene where the faction leader claims victory and everyone else complains played again. The crashing ship scene played again and again. This appears to be the latest scene in the dream that just kept replaying until I woke up to my third and final alarm.