I don’t recall all the details of my dream last night, but I remember that it was very interesting. I was walking into some sort of tunnel, like the sort you see underneath roads but somehow inside a building, and all was dark with maybe a few small lights shining on the sides. The first door I got through easily without doing anything but bending down a little (the tunnel’s ceiling was gradually getting a little higher as I progressed inward), but the second one required a little more doing to open.
There was some sort of a toy car on the floor that could only build up energy to go forward by being pushed backward,
Earlier today, I was playing Pokémon yet again and fell asleep, which is never a good combination. You can only imagine what followed… XD
My dream began with the battle screen from Black and White loading up, Munna levitating around above the opposing side much like in the official footage. I forget what my Pokémon was, but it didn’t matter (it might have been my unnamed female Gible). Anyway, Munna used an attack, but no message came up to tell me what it was; it involved two angels like the one that appears when using Sweet Kiss (although these had trumpets), and they hovered downward off to the sides of my Pokémon, toward two mysterious crates. Then, they disappeared when they got close to the crates, and my Pokémon instantaneously turned into a cloud of yellow energy that got absorbed into them. After that, my next Pokémon got dragged out, but appeared somewhere beyond the enemy (the camera zoomed in to reveal the close-up). She was a Chansey wearing a marching band leader’s hat and crossed suspenders that seemed to be fastened to her pouch, and was bracing a small prop rifle with a bayonet attached against her shoulder.
Though I don’t think the dream continued on, I somehow remember that in the next battle, my Pokémon that got sealed away in the crates was back, much to my relief.
I opened the solid, brown door of our old garage, and peered through the thinner screen door at the sight coming down the stairs. It had a vaguely canine body shape, and its face was that of a hyena, but a little darker. It stared me in the face and gave a low, warning roar. I fidgeted carefully with the screen door, unsure of whether to extend my hand to stroke this creature or keep it intact and un-bitten. It turned to the side, revealing a leopard-like coat with similar rosettes and a dark, slender tail that bushed out at the end. Several times, it turned its face to me and did an ominous growl-roar. I was still tentative.
Finally, my (real) cousin, who’s currently about 17 or 18, spontaneously appeared beside me as if she’d been there all along and explained candidly that this was her husband’s pet cheetah. I then remembered an earlier scene with my family talking about her getting married recently—something I’d been very surprised at at the time considering that she’s never kept a pet for more than two years. The thought of her having a child made me almost do one of those anime-style face exaggerations where the character gets blank circles for eyes and goes spinning into a dark void. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~——-!
Compared with that, the “cheetah” was hardly a surprise at all.
My grandmother was heading out toward the deck, and told me “Would you like to know how to watch the violets? Okay, I’ll show you how to watch the violets.” She then proceeded to lead me outside onto the deck, where there was a hanging basket overflowing with foliage and carnation-like flowers that came in red, white and blue all on the same plant; somehow I assumed that those must be the so-called “violets”.
However, those sordid, thieving violets that you can’t trust alone were apparently not very important to her, because the focus soon shifted to a magnificent potted apple tree on the deck.
So, I was standing off in some remote corner of a library, and thinking about the rather outlandish assignments my teacher had thrust upon our class. One was for each group to move one of the bookshelves over to the corner we were in to create our own personal collection of shelves. (Why? I honestly have no idea.) The funny thing about the bookshelves was that they seemed to be made out of plywood, and had no backing; both sides were open. How I managed to singlehandedly carry one (containing some manga) over to the library corner, without any books falling out (though I think a couple did fall onto their sides),