I had a long dream just now... or maybe it was just involved? It's so hard to tell the time... I slept for almost 12 hours. (~11:45-11:00).
In the dream, I think I could manipulate ice. Some people wanted me to do something, I'm not sure what, so they took me and dunked my head in water until I agreed (I directly attribute this scene from my reading "The King of Attolia" the day before). I coughed and spluttered, naturally, and I agreed... but then the dream shifted for a bit.
I was in a house of sorts, although it seems more like a shell of one, like you might find in an amusement park. But the house was built inside the mouth of a large fish with little limbs. It was probably fake. Anyway, there was the entrance from the mouth, then a think archway with a door (also arched with a small barred window - it made me think of an oven. But it was also shaped like a monster mouth) to the left. Straight (right of the over door, there was a small hallway where the design changed to that of a Silent Hill game. When I looked at the arched door or that area, the whole thing looked like an Atari game, with poor yellow-on-black graphics. To go through the door without "dying", I had to click (like with a computer mouse) on the yellow skull that peeked through the window first to make it disappear. Once inside, if I wanted to go back, I had to click a yellow sheet of some sort - paper, maybe? A small slip of fabric? - first.
I couldn't go through the arched doorway right away, so I went to the Silent Hill area. There were many rooms - here the dream format was like a video walkthrough. This time it was James (from SH2), armed with my favorite, the lead pipe, who was walking around. First there were a numbar of rooms, one with some filing cabinets (with a Lying Figure hiding behind a gap in the far left corner from the camera), a room with a green sewer, complete with grates in the walls, to one side, and empty clothing racks with hangers - this room had two Lying Figures, although one hung onto James's neck, though I'm not sure how without arms. There were other rooms, one more spacious... Anyway, there was one long hallway which alternated with right angles, the walls colored a sort of Otherworld flesh red and with detritus. Well, it was normal for Silent Hill - there were more empty racks with hangers (although I get the feeling that it was for a sports' store, like with the glomping Lying Figure room), and many dead bodies, although most of them were unusual and large, like a Slurper. Some of them were covered in sheets, a couple of them groaned when I (James) walked near. The goal of the room was to transverse it before time ran out (I have no idea how long that was) and check the clocks within the room - mostly held by the corpses. Since this was in the manner of a video walkthrough, James ran to every pile to "activate" everything (the groans, etc.) The clocks were very visible, sometimes comically large. Like one big Slurper was sitting and holding out a huge (1.5 foot diameter) pocketwatch like how the Cynthia dummy in SH4 was holding out the token, only without blood. At some point, the watches and James himself got surrounded with clocks and started glowing yellow, but this was exactly like when you use a Speed Charm in the first set of .hack games - //Infection, //Mutation, //Outbreak, and //Quarantine (or //IMOQ for short =D)
Anyway, after I finished that segment, I went back to the arched doorway and clicked the skull and went through. There were some guys, the same ones who had dunked me, surrounding a girl who was hanging from a rope from the ceiling by her wrists. She looked tired and defeated. Somehow, we (whatever avatar was at the moment) to get her out.
This part repeated a number of times, I might have been half-awake. I was in my bed, but I was too weak to get up or wake up properly. My bed, in addition to the two comforters it normally has, was also protected by ice. It was arranged in large square sheets, but turned into diamond shapes and layered like scales. There might have been some other designs on the edges, but that was the majority. I think I was convalescing from my order of being dunked. I felt... sleepy. But I needed to stay awake, I needed to get up, because I needed to talk to the girl. The girl was also surrounded by ice, but she was up and about... sort of. She was shielded from everything, scared of much. There was... something I had to tell her, something which I forgot while writing this down. Started with a "C", sounded crunchy. Was it a nonsense word, like her name? Her name had many consonants, but pronounced in an odd manner. Something like "Valeupvl"... I needed to get up, and tell her that she shouldn't worry about what happened, that I was also dunked by those guys, that she wasn't alone. But I couldn't tell her anything, because I couldn't get up from my bed. I told a boy that, and he said something similar to the girl for me.
I remember my mind wandered, thinking, of all things, of sewing underwear, how I knew were some thread and my needle was, figuring out how to do a cross stitch, and there were a pair of scissors hidden between a tiny plastic chest of drawer on top of my sister's dresser and the bookshelf. I don't know about that.
The girl, she had to know that she could use her ice powers and float, to use that to break free somehow, even while sheathed in ice. In my hypothetical floating, I was glowing blue, like a magic boost status in the more recent .hack games, //GU. The girl switched in, and she looked a bit like Freya from Chobits - not the hair (it was long, but not in that style) or the "ears", but the cast of her eyes, that faraway liquid serious look, and a floaty sundress. Still, I was cocooned on my bed, within my own ice. Still, I felt the need to get out and reach out to the girl.
Then, she could interact with the rest of the world, but I couldn't, because I was still confined. There was something else in the dream thaat I feel like I'm forgetting, a feeling probably derived from the fact that my actual body (outside of the dream) had slid down the pillows and my feet were slightly squished against the bottom board. I did feel like the girl was supposed to do something because I couldn't.
My mom woke me up after some repetitions. I was disoriented for a bit, since I was dreaming of being in the same place, of being immobile. My mom took it as me being sleepy and unwilling to get up and joked about it. My top comforter had come off partially, from the top of my bed, and I half-expected to be enclosed by my ice. The scissors also weren't there. So, here I am, writing my dream before I forgot it.
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