Metaphorical Blissbubbles

This dream is actually from two days ago, but it’s been lingering in my mind for long enough that I should really have written it down by now!

It all starts off at a convention like Dragon*Con or something. I think it might have been an anime convention, though, because the cosplayers I remember were all cosplaying anime characters. I was even cosplaying a Sailor Scout—Sailor Mars, I think. I was there with two or three friends—one of my old old friends whom I no longer speak with was there (I’ll call her Lilly), cosplaying… Sailor Neptune, maybe? The cosplay wasn’t quite right, so maybe not.

ANYWAY a cosplay contest was underway and went into a break and they advertised that if anyone still wanted to join in, they could. So I signed up. I was really nervous waiting for it to start back up because I knew most people went into character when they were presented for the contest and I wasn’t sure what to do or say.

But suddenly I noticed my friends weren’t with me anymore. I was especially worried that Lilly wasn’t with me because she was supposed to be in the contest too. I leave the little line of contestants and start looking around and they are nowhere in the big convention room. Not in the audience at all like I expected. So I left the room and started going down a side hallway to look for them.

This is where things get a little hazy in the dream. I don’t really remember what happened next—I have a faint memory of people running away and screaming? But then all of a sudden the place is under attack from these… large black and red demons. They’re almost humanoid in shape, but they’re taller and bigger than us, and they’re predominately black in color but they have a red strip down their back and arms and legs.

Everyone in the convention was huddled into the one big room in hopes of keeping them safe, but I decided to make a break for it for some ungodly reason and took off. I climbed to the roof of the building and start roof-hopping to get away, but two or three of them are after me. The convention is in what looks like the downtown of a city and I’m trying to scramble across these old roofs to get away.

And then suddenly everything changed and I wasn’t running away from the demons, I was one of the demons. It was like things had fast-forwarded and perspectives had changed. I was getting into a huge bathtub with another one of the demons who was a sibling of mine. We’re all siblings. Anyway, I climb in and several of our other siblings hop in after us and there’s just this… strangely adorable family moment between demon siblings scrubbing each others’ backs and chatting about things (I don’t remember what we talked about; only that we did talk).

SCENE CHANGE AGAIN and this time the story is totally different. I’m in some huge factory-like building—as myself again, no longer a demon—with Lilly and it’s… almost like an amusement park? Most of this part of the dream falls apart, but I remember seeing a lot of different “attractions” in the building—a huge swing, for instance—before we got to a roller coaster that very closely intertwined with two other roller coasters in the building. We climbed in—at least I think Lilly went with me? Maybe it was just me—and I remember that when the coaster went down the first hill the safety bar hadn’t been secured over me so I nearly flew out of the seat before I had time to slam it down. The ride was really fun but terrifying because it swung so close to the other coasters. I think, while we were there, we were also looking for my parents? I think so.

That’s all I recall. I just had to write it down because the details of the first large chunk with the demons is still so vivid in my mind and it won’t fade.

I had a dream that I was in Florida with my friend Cassie and her parents and I don’t know WHERE we were exactly, but we were walking in some kind of market and we stumbled upon a man selling tiny baby chicks. I was a fool over them and picked up one tiny yellow puffball because it was SO FRIGGIN CUTE and cooed over it for a good minute before I reluctantly put it away and carried on walking through the market with Cassie. Later we were walking by again and I stopped by and the only chick left was the yellow one I’d picked up and it had grown a little bigger in the time we were gone? I picked it up again because I loved it so much and played with it a bit before we left.

Later Cassie informed me that she bought the chick for me behind my back and it would be shipped to my house. I somehow could already check the shipping on it and it had entirely the WRONG address on it, like the person who had typed up the shipping label was just drunk. But later in some kind of theater where we watched a show (I don’t remember the show) we ran into the guy who sold the chicks and he hadn’t shipped mine yet so I asked him to just give it to me and I’d take it home myself. For some reason the poor dear was put inside a large cool whip container for travel. D: But he seemed okay?? So I just left him in that after putting air holes in it.

Scene shifts and I’m trying to catch a train home, but the train doors close before I can get on. I chase after it and hop up toward the middle space between cars and grab some railing and pull myself up. The people inside the train just stare at me like I’m insane as I tell them to open the bloody door. Nobody would open it until I fished out my train ticket and showed it to them. I sat down beside a woman and her young daughter, who was showing me… something? I don’t remember what. But as she was talking I pulled the cool whip container out of my backpack to check on my chick (he was fine).

That’s all I remember.

I waited too long to write this up so most of it is gone now.

I remember being in a huge, complicated building and I was running from something with a friend—possibly my friend Cassie. I think there was some powerful group or man after us? I remember it being human, but I can’t remember if it was one person or a group. We got to one area though and were dashing past, but we ran into some… crippled guy? He was in a wheelchair and he wanted to go upstairs to run away, but he couldn’t because stairs. I was desperate to run and my friend was insistent that we just leave him but I couldn’t do that. So I hauled him up out of the wheelchair and my friend took his wheelchair and we ran up the stairs as quickly as we could, then deposited him back into the wheelchair at the top. He thanked us profusely and held onto my hand and didn’t want us to go but we had to go, so we left him there. Dashed back down the steps and out a door and into BLINDING bright sunlight? That’s all I remember.

It starts off with my dad saying that he wants to own another german shepherd. We already have one and a basset hound, but he wanted another dog. So I ordered one online and time kinda skipped forward and I found a huge dog crate outside by the mailbox and it was the german shepherd! I brought him inside and showed my dad and my dad was kinda like “oh wow uh I was just kidding earlier,” which sucks because WELL TOO LATE NOW.

Then the setting drastically changed, and I was inside my house with some huge, scary man trying to break into the house. I knew if he got inside that he’d beat me up horribly because he came by a lot. Every time he went to the door I hid, and he kept trying to break the door down but I would barricade it as best I could. At some point he finally started succeeding in breaking the door down so I escaped through a window and fled. He was chasing after me, and I was about to be caught because he ran much faster than me. So I leapt over a fence into someone else’s yard and started playing fetch with their dog—which looked a lot like the german shepherd from earlier in the dream—and for some reason this meant he couldn’t catch me? I don’t know, maybe because I was in the public eye of the people who owned the dog. But I was safe for at least a little while.

It was quite scary, really.

I can’t exactly recall the context of what was going on, but I was with friends (I know they were friends but I don’t remember their faces) and we kept hearing loud noises in the house (?) we were in. At first we thought it was just someone else who lived there, but for some reason we started to suspect it wasn’t.

So we opened this door and saw a thief digging through some of our things, intending to steal stuff. My friend hid but I yelled at him and told him to leave. He kinda sarcastically said he’d leave, then started heading toward us. I told my friends to barricade the door and keep him in there while I ran to my room. I pulled out my Glock from under my nightstand and threw a loaded clip in it and ran back to the door. He managed to shove it open, but came face to face with my pistol. I was scarily calm about the whole thing and told him if he so much as flinched I’d put three or four bullets into his skull. I held him there while someone called the police, and soon he was taken away.

And that’s all.