Dream: Last 3 Dreams

8/24/2023

I remember a spaceship. I was on a spaceship. A massive structure of purple crystals. Something went wrong. I think I was attacked because my ship took damage and without propulsion, it fell towards the nearby planet. Burning up through the atmosphere, the ground was approaching fast. I ran to a glass circular pad on the deck of the ship and let myself be consumed by a swirling vortex of dark purple vapor.

Disoriented, I look to the sky to see a blazing ball of burning crystal falling from the sky. The thunderous sound of its impact shakes the forest. I can see a cloud of debris rise from the wreckage, choking the flames. The fire fades and I notice just how dark the sky is. Night, I assume. I hear a faint humming in the distance. I consider returning to the crashed vessel to gather what I can  from the wreckage, but I consider that it is likely unstable and explosive. I dare not approach such a volatile structure.

I am without resources. I need to escape. I seek an exit. I search the neighboring area. The ruins of an ancient city. I seek cover behind crumbling walls. The humming grows louder. I turn my head back towards the wreckage. Something glimmers in the sky. The mothership of my attackers. It’s a disk-like platform of collared glass pools. Smooth golden metal lines the rims of the pools of colored glass. A spherical gemstone in the center of the city-sized ship glows green-blue. A pillar of light descends from the flying vessel. The luminescent beam falls upon the smoking crashed ship and a terrible explosion. My jaw drops and eyes widen in terror. I freeze in place as the ship approaches overhead, continuously firing the plasma laser to incinerate the land beneath it. The green-blue light pulses, launching a sphere of lightning towards the ruins where I am hiding. The blinding light cracks through the sky, tearing rifts through the sky… and shattering my mind.

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Shattered mind. The agonizing pain of searing flesh while I simultaneously see myself crashing the ship, this time I see myself staying aboard to steer it towards water. I awake upon the shore and find a nearby village of people with medieval technology. Massive sea creatures splash in the water, disturbed by the impact. These creatures draw the attention of the alien ship. The ships fly past the village to the ocean where the beautiful sea creatures reside.

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I am in a rowboat in a river. There are people on the sides of the river. I ignore them for the most part until I come to the end. Then I come ashore and collect the hardware. There is a video on the TV of me going through the river on my boat. There are several videos describing the pronunciation of proper words. There is a prison cell. I am placed as warden over the singular prison cell. Inside the cell is a pile of toys–action figures, stuffed animals, and dolls. At first, I think it is a joke. A waste of my time to watch over inanimate objects. But I consider the idea and decide that it’s a blessing in disguise. I’d much rather watch over objects than actual criminals. It would be so much easier. I had to stay there. Eat there. Use the bathroom there. Sleep there. I was ordered to provide 24/7 surveillance over the convicted toys. But as I mentioned. I couldn’t provide nonstop surveillance. I had to sleep. When I woke up. I glanced at the toy pile. Something was different. Something was wrong. Two dolls, one blue and one pink, which had been at the top of the pile were no longer atop the pile. I frowned. The pile was locked up in a cell. And I know for sure that no one came in here to mess with my task. I unlocked the cell door and entered the cage with the toys. I searched through the pile of toys. I couldn’t find those two dolls. Odd. Those two dolls weren’t exactly all that special-looking or unique, but I had noticed them because they had been the top of the pile. Concern overwhelming me, I took out my phone. I had thought my boss had been wasting money with the tracker chips implanted into each of the toys, but now I was grateful for them. I opened up a street map much like Google Maps that gave me a bird’s eye view of the city. The blinking red dot on the map indicated their location. I was a bit worried. Two missing dolls. Shouldn’t there be two dots–one for each missing doll. Sure, there were the cluster of dots in the prison cell. But the only dot away from the pile was the single dot in a building a few streets down. I called over fellow coworker to have them watch the pile of toys in the prison cell while I search for the missing toys. Once my coworker arrived, I drove off to find the missing toys.

The map led me to an abandoned hotel. The windows were boarded up, some of the glass had been shattered. Paint has long since chipped away and the yard is in dire need of care. The building is edging on collapse in desperate need of repair. I follow the map inside. I am roaming through the halls. I notice some oddities. The lights are on. In a dilapidated structure, I didn’t expect there to be power. What electric company would continue to power a vacant lot? Another oddity. I hear the voices of two little girls arguing with each other. It’s a distant sound. Muffled by the walls. But it is definitely coming from within the building. I follow the voices for the time being. This is not a safe place for children to be playing. I should get them to leave.

I get closer. The floor becomes tile. I recognize where I am now. The room layout and terrain has become that of a bathroom. But unlike a bathroom, which has mirrors, sinks, and toilets or maybe even stalls, these rooms are empty of such details. Then I hear them closer now. In the adjacent room. I enter to find this room a true bathroom. Sinks, mirrors, stalls, and toilets. The whole ordeal. Then I see them. Not the children, the dolls. Both the blue one and the pink one are on the sink counter. They are arguing. My footsteps echo on the tile floor. The dolls stop talking when I enter the room. They slowly turn to face me. They forget their squabbles and their eyes widen in terror. Then their faces become passive and their bodies go slack. The pink doll on the right slumps down onto its side, lying on the counter. The blue doll on the left falls to the tile floor beneath.

I’m hesitant to approach, but I remember how the dolls froze when they saw me. They’re afraid of me. If I show fear, they might grow bold. I press my advantage. I stride forward and grab hold of the dolls, one in each hand. I return to the prison. I don’t even consider it odd when I hear voices coming from the prison cell. At this point, my mind is so consumed by what I saw from the dolls, that I’ve forgotten all about my coworker who should have been watching the pile of toys. My coworkers who was not there when I returned. The murmur of voices goes silent when I enter the room with the prison cell. I return the dolls back to their cell. This time, I am more diligent in my task of watching over the toys. I am especially vigilant when it comes to the two dolls.

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