Kagamine Rin Haunted my Dream

I wake up. It’s dark in my room. “Wait,” I think to myself, “This isn’t my room!” Directly in front of me is my iPad. I see myself in it. It’s recording me. “What?” I think to myself, “I don’t remember setting it to record video.” I stop the recording and see the duration of the video is over four hours long. “Has this been running all night?” I wonder to myself. The IPad freezes for a moment, trying to save such a large video. Then It shows the first frame of the video.

I look up at the wall where the video had started recording, then back at the IPad. Despite this being a dream, the image is still roughly the same. It’s Kagamine Rin with her right hand stretched past the left side of the screen. She must be the one who pressed the video record button. Press play the video. She steps back from the video so that I can now see all of her instead of just her face and arm. I don’t know what she is saying. It’s not Japanese. It’s mostly just high pitched squeals and giggles. Anything that might be a word is really just her singing out the sound of a vowel. She’s wearing a skirt. But the skirt is long enough that today’s society would consider it a short dress.

I look around. She’s not here. She must have forgotten to stop the video recording when she left. It’s really dark here, and the screen is even darker. I look back at the screen. It’s almost seems as though she is trying to charade a message. But I don’t care enough to pay attention.

What a creep. She came into my room in the middle of the night and started recording herself with my IPad, then she kept the IPad recording me for the rest of the night. But then it occurs to me that Kagamine Rin isn’t even real. She’s a Vocaloid. At that thought, my room disappeared and I’m completely encompassed in darkness. There is no space, or if there is, I can’t see it. I can’t see myself. I can’t even feel myself. Then there is light. I am standing on a glowing platform. It is blue right now. I hear music. I think I recognize the song. But I know I recognize the voice as the voice of Hatsune Miku.

The world starts rotating. I am orbiting some unseen center. I am standing on the glowing floor and the floor rotation accelerates. I have to start running in the opposite direction of its rotation to keep from following. As I move, the song changes. There are words on the floor. I am running past words. Some of them are in English. But most are in some non-existent language. It might have been my mind's attempt at Japanese, but it was just lines pointing in different directions. It had more in common with Sanskrit than Japanese.

I recognize that the songs I am hearing are changing, but songs are grouped together by their author. By the people who made the song. The color of the floor is blue. That signifies that the Vocaloid used to make the song is Hatsune Miku. I continue running. The floor in front of me splits apart and floats into the air, like stairs that are not connected to each other or anything. I jump parkour-style up the floating glowing blue tiles. The tiles have words in that fake language.

I continue on and now the flying floor tiles are pink. They start to move from side-to-side. I am no longer paying attention to the music or the authors. So I am not sure who is singing right now. I am trying desperately to keep jumping up and not fall between floating tiles. The tiles are also moving forwards and backwards. They are all moving at different rates. This is like the most intense game of Frogger I have ever seen.

Now the tiles are yellow. I am trying to concentrate on parkour, but the voice of these songs catches me off guard. At first I thought it must be Rin, she’s back from when she recorded a video with my IPad. But then I realize it’s only Kagamine Len, her twin. That momentary lapse in concentration cost me greatly, for I lost balance and fell from the tile. I didn’t fall long. Instead, I wake up. It’s dark in my bedroom. “No,” I think to myself, “No, this is familiar, but it’s not my bedroom.”

I see my Ipad in front of me. It’s recording me. I get up out of bed. I look around. No one’s here. I am definitely expecting Kagamine Rin at any second, but she’s not here. I walk over to the Ipad. I stop the recording. Sure enough, the first frame is Kagamine Rin again. I play the video. The gestures she makes and the sounds she makes are not the same as she did last time, but that doesn’t mean much. After all, she’s still not speaking real words. And I have no idea what she's trying to communicate, or if she is even trying to communicate at all.

I get bored, and stop paying attention. Then she yells, I look back. She’s waving and looks a little angry, as if she knew I wasn’t paying attention. I put down the Ipad. I’m not even sure why I watched that video. I guess I expected it to be different this time.

Of course, upon realizing that everything would play out the same, the world entirely fades to black with the exception of the glowing floor beneath me. This floor again begins to spin and the song title tiles start flying into the air. Parkour is harder this time. There are a lot more Hatsune Miku songs than I remember there being last time. I keep jumping, and pass through the pink songs incredibly quickly. I find myself on the tiles of Kagamine Len songs. This time, along with the sounds of Kagamine Len shifting between multiple different songs, I hear what sounds like a podcast of two men talking about Kagamine Len.

I look up and there are two men sitting at a desk on top of a title tile above all of the other tiles. I make it my goal to reach those people. I keep running and jumping and gain such speed that I make like Sonic the Hedgehog in how I run up a broken loop of multiple separate floating song title tiles that are not really in the shape of a loop, but I used them as if they were in the shape of a loop-de-loop.

But I am now upside down after this loop-de-loop and fall into blackness. I wake up again. This time, I don’t have time for funny business. No more fancy tricks. I see the Ipad, I turn it on, I don’t think I even bother watching it this time. I just wait for the world to fade to black so I can try parkour again.

I don’t know how many attempts it takes because all became sort of a blur in my memory since I got into the routine of ignoring the video of Kagamine Rin, but I still stopped the recording and played the video since I believed that the trigger for the parkour event was Kagamine Rin, which could only happen if I pressed play on the video. As you can see, this was the most boring and frustrating part of the dream. It’s parkour, but I keep failing and having to retry.

I didn’t really expect to ever succeed, but the last time was not much different from the rest of my attempts. I just happened to reach the panel with the two podcasters on it. I actually barely touched it with my hand or my foot, I couldn’t even land on it. I just was able to get high enough that I could reach it by jumping and touching the bottom.

Looking back on this part of the dream. Megurine Luka was probably the pink part of the pie chart floor that showed Vocaloid songs by their authors and colored by their Vocaloids. Also, there is a noticeable lack of Kagamine Rin in that pie chart. She must have been too busy recording videos of herself on peoples’ mobile devices in the middle of the night, so she was too preoccupied to sing in some pie chart parkour.

That was not the end of my dream, though. As soon as I touched the tile that held the two podcasters, I was in some first person shooter game. I was on scaffolding on the side of a wall of stone tiles. There is a white-water river rushing beside the scaffolding. On the other side of the river is scaffolding on the side of a stone-tile wall. There are multiple people with guns and camo-colored baggy jackets and pants and boots. I am one of those people. We all have sniper rifles. I didn’t even try shooting everybody, I just ran away.

I don’t know where I went or how, but I found myself floating in the sky next to some shelves of canned goods. I looked at a can and realized it said “Corn-Beans.” I thought that was strange, since it reminded me of something that only seems to exist in this dream: “Pork-Beans.”

I hear the voice of someone saying “Pork-Beans are a spin-off product of Corn-Beans. But now, nobody even knows what Corn Beans are anymore.” I don’t know who spoke, and I didn’t care. Why would I want to know about the history of this boring canned food?

I’m not sure what else happened in that dream. I know I did some more parkour on the scaffolding. It was like some circus acrobatics where I swing like trapeze on some horizontal bars. I guess I just did a lot of parkour in that dream trying to spend all of the energy that I have trouble spending since it’s too cold outside to go on walks.