I've been getting more and more dreams lately of a recurring girl. Pretty much the same one as previous ones. In a sense, we were sharing experiences in the dreams (mostly of the games I've been playing lately (inMomentum, Super Laser Racer, and etc.), but in a more immersive level (as in, we were our characters). It was pretty fun, especially when the senses were active in the dreams as well. She was quite the competent player (and pretty challenging to compete against while at it), not to mention, had a knack for smack talk (kinda reminds me of The League, and how the girl of the group took to Fantasy Football (and the absurd levels of vulgarity) like a duck to water). Kinda made me feel like a kid again. Oddly enough, that level of childishness is what was most appealing to her. Chidlish qualities: like enjoying life and playing games, and having fun being the main priority. In a sense, my inner-child being expressed (despite being a full-grown adult) is what was valued.
Funny enough, for games with more players, other recurring characters from other dreams (especially my alternate reality I reference in the art thread) join in the fray. So now I'm racing against what would amount to my crew (which this one seems to be a part of), and a couple dream girls from other realms added in as filler competition (not as good as the legion of badasses I'm up against) in games like Super Laser Racer, in Tron (Legacy) immersion levels (with the scenery to match, which needless to say, my imagination rocks at replications/mimicry of all things that exist and don't; sometimes, including death (did a test suicide before, just to explore the option being turned off. Fortunately, I respawn instead of waking up, but it doesn't change the fact that dying fucking hurts. BTW, being de-rezzed hurts like hell. Imagine being cubed by the finest blades around as you are turned into voxels which also crumble on the floor when they land. Yeah... it does hurt like hell.), and other games like Need For Speed, Burnout, Star Wars: X-Wing Alliance (space battles), Crimson Skies, Unreal Tournament... The list goes on.
Nonetheless, I keep getting a recurring message as well: "The time has come.", "I am near.", "Wait for me." and so on, by that one girl (and in some cases, other girls; which from the sound of them, they don't mind each others' presence (EG- No jealousy/competitiveness/etc., which I hope spells well in the long-run (EG- No homewreckers and the like))), keeps ringing during the dreams, before, during, or after them. I don't know if there's a wandering spirit that's got the hots for me, or if I'm clairvoyant, and life might actually cut me a break for once, and lead me to my ideal girl (or soulmate, if such things really do exist; which the world has slowly been convincing me that, not in this universe's rulebook do soulmates exist). After attempting to take part in the dating game (and failing enough times to ragequit the whole ordeal for good), I don't want to go through all that work (again; out of laziness and perma-frustration from the past (Once it clings, it can't come off)). I feel like dating is an unnecessary requirement, fit for certain people that like the whole "Game". I don't like the "Game" and it's "Rules". For starters, they're extremely unbalanced, and unfair, and needless to say, makes people like me undateable no matter any of our more positive qualities that completely override some of the other faults (I am definitely not a people-person, which already damages a minimum of 80% (closer to 90%) of my chances, since I am not the social type that doesn't like going out unless it's an errand or a need/want to be fulfilled; otherwise, it's just a waste of gas and money and time for a lack of enjoyment hanging out with people I don't want to hang out with, in hopes they know a good match for me (and would be willing to hook us up); however, as a potential house-husband, I can run a tight ship easily (while also being good with kids, self-sufficient (paying bills, keeping stock of food and other needs, and preventing the household from smelling like year-old laundry)), which is a hard trait to find in most guys these days, from what I've heard. Not to mention, I have a loyalty code I adhere to, which again, is against most tropes relating to most guys in the dating world. Unfortunately, because I'm "Nice Guy" loyal (or more realistically, as extremely loyal as a dog, but as high maintainence as a cat (High loyalty:Little/No Maintainence required. Which includes social contact. Just acknowledge you're still around every once in awhile so I know I can still invite if I'm headed out somewhere and want company; aside from that, your life is yours as my life is mine), I am immedately worthless, instead of priceless. I'm hoping in that case, I'm more "Too good to be true" or "Intimidatingly High Quality" (to the point everyone feels unworthy of being with me, and thus priceless) than "Doormat Nice Guy Worthless". With how I'm generally treated by the rest of society, I'm more worthless than priceless. If I've been priceless the entire time, then mission fucking accomplished on convincing me otherwise for whatever purpose you had in mind (probably the usual crap-reason of/for 'bullying'. Two can play at that game; I can find just as many faults in the people against me, or more, than they have about me; and return fire (verbal beatdown) without having to resort to vulgarity/cursing and a string of F-bombs to deliver my point (I prefer precision-F-striking rather than carpet-F-bombing. BTW, my relative lack of cursing (out of politeness) should count as a positive quality as well).