Documenting Dreams

Warehouse Wonders - Nov 14th 2021

The dream starts off in a tournament, more or less like an Overwatch Eichenwalde Deathmatch (more or less likely second part of my dream). I was teamed up with friends and pitted against about a couple hundred of other people. About a hundred made it the prize no one knew — it had something to do with the giant door from where you would defend in Junkenstiens revenge. We lined up near the modified stairs which should normally lead inside the castle, though took a slight detour over the drop. Once the losing people stormed out of the giant door, I could see it was a warehouse just like Costco. I didn't make anything of it.

I headed inside with the other winners. I didn't like saying it bluntly like that. However it really did feel like it. Their were shelves upon shelves of foods, electronics, toys and so much more. To make this dream go faster, I grabbed a toy it being so blurry I can't remember and a PS5 controller on the shape of a Nintendo 64 controller.

Everyone left and I was the last one their. I don't know how it happened. I suppose I spent too long just looking at my phone if a PS4 could use a PS5 controller. I also had to grab a drink since my parents would apparently get mad at me if I didn't bring "food" home. Anyways, I head back to the cashier —Isle number 3– to check out what I had got. "Hi, sorry I am late!" I said without a single drop of negativity. "No worries!" She replied. The cashier was a lady with one giant eyeball as a face.

The rest of the conversation was blurry, however, parts were very clear such as... " How do you long do you like your dreams?" The cashier questioned. "Well it depends, if their a good dream I like them long since it's so blissful." I replied looking away towards the warehouse behind me. "If their nightmares, usually people want them short, to escape from them." I look back and see her pupil shrank shorter and she started twitching. I asked " Do you like to dream?", I was interrupted midway by her asking the same question, unknowingly the presence of what I was about to ask, and by her  pulsing incredibly close in front of me. She was like a dashing ghost the would jumps are me if this was a night mare. It felt so nightmarishly unpleasing over a blissful and beautiful daydream.

She took a step back and her eyes cracked. The rest of the conversation was blurry, all I remember was the pupil growing smaller and smaller and the background growing darker and darker. I fell asleep.

I awoke in my parents' bedroom. No one was home, and it was about morning to afternoon with clouds, I could tell by the light shining through the window. I went into the washroom just down the hallway, not looking up for a single moment. Again, I don't know why, it just happened. I felt "her" presence, like she was on the stairs in the loft. I didn't look over there. My only goal was to go to the washroom, and I did just that.

Suddenly, a video plays of Gloom. It was about a video that doesn't exist, or at least to this date. The video was about her overlooking —like the Sims 4– a Jollibee restaurant and saying that more than 5000 customers have been fed. She then proceeds to reference the bible.

The dream ends and I wake up —not knowing what reality is— to the sound of my dad telling good news to my mom. Similarly, my only goal was to go to the washroom, and I did just that, however, with no presence of "her" to be in sight.