Had a rather comforting dream. Just minding my own business wandering some massive empty complex, like a mega-mall, (maybe about half an hour of wandering this random place), and out of nowhere, one of the familiar recurring characters (red-haired purple-eyes) charges at me from out of nowhere (literally, she came from open space, nowhere to come from that would make sense, as if she came from thin air), and jumps at me and glomps me to the ground. After catching up on a few things, the complex suddenly became more lively (no longer a ghost town (my usual environment of preference), and signage and whatnot came into display), and for no real reason, I guess you can say, I had what would amount to a date with this girl. Mostly galavanting and BS-ing, and going lucid and screwing with reality for a bit (generally setting our [Existence=0], and trolling people that can't acknowledge we exist; mostly harmless stuff. Including making invisible objects for mimes to run into. Even shooting them with paintball guns so they look like they're being attacked by bees. They actually got paid well for their "performance".). And basically anything else you might include in a date (from dinner to dancing to possibly [REDACTED]).
I like when there's consistency, because she's the same exact girl the many other past dreams I've had (looks, personality, voice & accent, etc.); although oddly enough, her hair seemed shorter this time, and lightening up to a more blonde-ish color. From all the dreams she's been involved in, I find it pretty nifty her hair color changes according to length (shorter = blonder, longer = redder/darker), like a naturally occurring anomaly. All in all, I really wish there was a way to bridge the gap between realities. They're too awesome to not exist whatsoever.
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On another note, another recurring dream-girl (heterochromia (red/blue eyes) blonde super-genius) and I, when we run into each other (other dreams that happen from time to time), usually discuss how we can actually pull it off. Generally using the dreamverse as the point to strike from, given it's flexibility of rules (including temporal rules, so time is not even a limit, given we can condense it), and overall availability of content/technology our time/space/reality has yet to obtain (Basically, if this was GURPS, then it's 'Tech Level 12: Anything Goes' here; including using elder gods as machines or power sources; with their consent, of course. Plus, like my avatar, screw physics. Reality's not a barrier/limit where our research is concerned.). Ironically enough, we also had some rather scary looking elder god things join in on this, and have them provide their input. Never expected a snail-like insect-thing with a humanoid face for a shell (like something from H.R. Giger) to actually be eloquent and kindly about things. It was a true gent, despite looking like the embodiment of sin that fell off an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, and rooted itself like a sapling in the process.
Needless to say, on off-hours of our research, we had to have a drink with it. Also due to the fact I wanted to see it down several shots simultaneously with it's many limbs and mouths, and see how well it can handle it's booze. It was actually pretty cool to watch. I swear, even the humanoid shell thing on it looked buzzed/drunk afterward. Watching what appears to be an elder god being drunk is oddly funny to witness, despite how utterly horrifying to the common person they are to look at. Sometimes, I swear my dreams are a melting pot of a horrifying combination of games, comedy anime/manga and H.R. Giger/HP Lovecraft and action films, with a dash of romantic comedy. let's not forget to lob in some zeerust style and some cheesy campiness on some areas here and there, and have a little 90's flair to it. And these are normal areas, relative to most other places. You'd be surprised, but Hell (or at least My Personal Hell) is dull as ever, like working at Wal-Mart for eternity, and demons and elder gods and such are regular everyday people which are just pain-in-the-ass customers. To be honest, I'd rather have nightmares of them as the true eldritch horrors they really are instead (like the horror-shoggoth thing I described earlier). At least then I have something interesting to look at. Being surrounded by IRL everyday bullcrap (like being stuck in a single era for eternity) is my personal Hell. Like retiring from insanity for a spell. I guess my hardness to nightmares is caused by sufficient boredom of the everyday norm.
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Come and think of it, I swear I had ended up working in such a place in a dream, and it made me feel uneasy. I'll be amused if demons really were just shopping there, and I was employed there, and they were regulated to wear human avatars (to also support the hell-zone as a hell for the particulars there (eg-Employees)). It makes sense in context, based on my experience, I guess. My interpretation: I think I prefer some flexibility in my life, to a more lucid level.
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After playing Fract OSC, and solving some of the puzzles, the liveliness changeup of the ghost mall is like what happens as you solve more of the game. It goes from dark (or in the case of the mall, grey) and cold looking to warm and inviting with a more funky feel to it. Oddly enough, people flourished out of the blue. Combine a few movie plot mechanics to explain what the hell must've happened, my visitor must've brought some friends or security, or both. The changeup was also kinda coloring book style. I had the outline, and she filled in everything else.
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