A couple dream from over the weekend. Hope you enjoy!
——— Saturday 29 March 2025
“Tapioca”
— I was hosting a few people at my place. One of which I knew was my mom, and another was some woman who was apparently a friend of mine. I think there were others, but I didn’t have any specifics of who they were.
It was night and I was upstairs in my bedroom, though this dream version of my room was much, much larger and more fully-decorated. I honestly just walked through it taking note of some of the furniture in there that I never appreciated and thought about how I would go about decorating them.
Eventually, though, I noticed that there was an additional stairwell that I had rarely, if ever, used before. It was very industrial and somewhat run-down. Inside was a particularly ornery crow or something that had made the place its home.
I ended up leaving the thing alone, but did want to clear it out sometime. I knew it led up to the roof and wanted to check it out later.
Nearby, I did notice another exit that ended up leading to a drop outside in some heavily-industrial and very depressing city. The place was painted in greys and blacks with the occasional brown poking through. It had recently rained and puddles littering the ground alongside trash only served to highlight the industrial hellscape that this place was.
I was now somebody else who was vaguely like me, I think. I was also now joined by a companion or two as we looked around what we knew to be this alternate dimension.
Cut to us being in what was essentially some worker’s shop. All the place sold was useless trinkets, with stuff like keychains being priced at something like 45. Not sure what the currency of this place was, but I knew that that was ludicrously expensive for common people here.
Well, common people in this world were little more than slaves to the system in all ways except for name. Everybody wore rough dark brown clothes to denote themselves as the working masses. We started to realize that we really should not be here. Especially if the masters of this world came to know that there was a portal to another world fresh for the picking, connected right into my bedroom.
My companions left the shop ahead of me, however a part of me was drawn to some keychain charms, one of which was a patamon (I think). That part of me was entranced by it and chose to take it, knowing that it would be of little consequence to this world, would be our only shot of having it, and that they wouldn’t be able to nab us.
Kinda interesting to me, in hindsight, as I am very much against stealing in waking life (IWL) and this would honestly have to be the stupidest time to steal something. Y’know, when you’re trying to escape the eyes of authority and get away safely without giving a reason to follow you.
Needless to say, I think some alarm went off due to some automatic anti-theft detection system.
Cut to later. I was now both Izzy Moonbow and not Izzy Moonbow, watching from 3rd person as she helped some filly make a friendship bracelet. I (Izzy?) noticed that we were missing some types of beads and realized that it was due to the masters of that other universe taking them like some petty little gremlin.
It turns out that they ended up being more of an annoying little pests, content to take tiny trinkets that were of little value to us.
——— Sunday 30 March 2025
“Hellion”
— I was back in university, though I was some girl who was close to being me, but not quite, I think.
This university was set up in only one rather large building. I was walking towards my next class. I didn’t seem to remember what room it was in, but a quick look at my schedule showed where it was and I waited outside the door with a couple other people.
Meanwhile, I was getting kinda annoyed at how dream-like and muddled I was feeling. I was internally complaining about how I hate feeling like that and how I’ve been feeling that way more recently. (Not going to lie — kinda hilarious in hindsight that I was complaining about how dream-like a dream felt.)
Eventually, I decided to peek into the classroom to see what was going on. The previous class was in session and it had, like, Professor Snape or somebody like him teaching a class. And by teaching a class I mean he was DJing a party, while the students were dancing and stuff.
I stared in befuddlement for a few seconds before closing the door and stepping back to wait.
One of the guys waiting there was, like, “Yep, that’s an actual class, and he’s actually teaching it.”
I just stood in shock and checked what my next class was. Calculus II, and, yep, with the same Professor.
I didn’t know what to think. That honestly kinda just broke my brain.
Some very common dream signs for me in these two dreams:
- Being at my home, but the place being completely different.
- Going back to school, whether for the first time in the dream or going back as an adult.
Overall, not terribly boring dreams, hope you enjoyed!
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