17 Nov 2024
Dream
Back to flying again, this time in the middle of nowhere, woods, post-apocalyptic, I believe. Everything is vibrant, but there are animals, flora and fauna, that are completely unfamiliar to me, that vaguely looks like something that would be drawn as illustrations in one of those dinosaur encyclopedias.
I land in middle of some opening thick grass sloshing about in the wind looks very very idyllic but also wild. I am accompanied by someone. I am having a conversations about whether or not we would go provoke these ‘kids’, or what *seems* like human kids playing in the glass framed building, this kindergarten-like building, or to observe from afar. The whole building looks like it was made from wooden bricks for kids basically. Maybe it's the silhouette. I'm not saying that the material itself is toy bricks.
And everything is very light-hearted as much as it is curious and cautious; It's like basically like a dare that a lot of those frat parties would do for freshmen, the kind where they would make the freshmen go to the town's spookiest place, stay there for the night, that sort of thing. That's the vibe. But then when we actually run to the window and observe the interior of the building, the kids seem a little odd. They look like kids they act like kids, they have this perfect joi-de-vivre the human kids their apparent age would have. As we realize this we slowly start to back away, and start to make a run for it. But the kids noticed too; They have broken out of the building. At this point they do not look like fully human kids. They look like some kind of a chimeric creature that mimics humanoid shape; half-aquarian, with two functional limbs. Incredible agile. But so are we; matter of fact, supernaturally so. Everything about this vibrant, peridot-colored forest seems to literally zoom past us in a blur of colors and lights, sensations and sounds, of rustling flora that we run past. It is a meandering path without a path that we run through, and they chase us through. At one point we use horses, I believe. Multiple times we almost get caught. They latch onto our limbs. We shake them off. We start running again. At one point, we come out into a small opening where I feel a presence of winged creature, that of benevolent, at least harmless, neutral interest in our chase, hovering above us. I put my faith in it. It grabs us with its talons, delivers us out of the forest. It is at this point in our flight that I discover that this place is no mere mountain, it is a steep valley/canyon, mere one small plateau on this jagged, untamed landscape, lush, full of life. The winged dinosaur carrying us, its wings are rimmed red, muted, its body grey-white. The colouring reminds me of the character Scar from the action RPG that in a post-apocalyptic I used to take interest in called The Wuthering Waves, which inspiration from the Chinese culture and fuses with futuristic solarpunk-ish technologies/aesthetics.
Higher on this slope, there is an opening again. This one grants a view of the glacial valley, the canyon, the lake from between the trees that frame the edge of the forest(the steep h. It is at this point that this winged dinosaur-like creature speaks human language, something that I can understand. On this opening, out in this opening, there is also an herbivorous dinosaur creature, one that looks like a triceratops, but if it were a little more slim and smaller in size, and a lion. As the winged creature drops me and my companion off onto the grass, they ask in a human woman's voice. They sound incredibly confident, assertive, and calm. “Lunch?” it asks the lion. The lion answers, “Already ate. Are those new hatchlings?” The winged creature answers, “Saw them getting chased by will-o'-wisps(something adjacent to this that I don’t know how to pronounce the name of; they didn’t call it this). They were about to get caught. Good thing I was there.” “Hm,” goes the lion. “You wouldn’t mind their fellow critters keeping them around, would uou?” asks the winged dinosaur. “Suit yourself. I'll go off and sleep,” says the lion after a moment of intent glance at us, and does what he said he would do: leave gracefully. The herbivore then speaks, “There will probably be more of your kind coming your way as we speak. Matter of fact, there they are,”
“Heyyy!” One of the figures emerging out of the thickets say, waving in our direction. “Are they real?” “Didn’t think I’d see more of us around here,” “Where’d you guys come from?” “Oh wow, you guys sweat real sweat. Impressive.” They all say whatever they have in mind. They all look like characters from this one game I know and like: Identity V. All the characters from this game look like Tim Burton puppets meets the 19-20th century gothic horror fashion choices and Coraline’s button-eyes. One of them who looks like Eli Clark, a Seer from the game(headcanoned by the fans as incredibly amicable, lacksidaical and easy-going) speaks. “Heard you got saved by [the name of that winged, talking dinosaur; I couldn’t remember what this was], lucky huh. …Yup, We and they(the dinosaur) are friends. Wanna go have lunch together? We’re just about done cooking the meat.” I say “Yeah, but before that, can I go to the bathroom?” They don’t seem to have the concept of bathrooms, or perhaps it is not called that. They bombard me with questions and comments: “where did you come from?” “You got chased by the [the aforementioned ‘will-o’-the-wisp’ creature I don’t know the name of]!? Yeesh, that’s tough luck!” “Yeah, they’re pretty persistent bunch, and kinda territorial.” “Worst combination, really. Their disguises are usually faulty so it never really works out for them, but still…haha!”
I sit down while answering some of them, not really knowing how much longer I can hold the pee in. Matter of fact I think I piss myself a little. The sand(somehow there is sand in the forest, yes.) gets wet. They finally understand, and quickly start delegating tasks to each other. The ‘Eli’ from earlier takes me to the ‘bathroom’, with a few comments that I believe is supposed to be reassuring(“All that relief from the adrenaline finally caught up, huh?” “I know, data leakage sucks(they seem to be some kind of a hybrid of technology and organic humanoid person; instead of digested matters they excrete data and release it to the ground via the USB charging portal.) After this introduction to their physiology I go to collect honeycomb and honey with the recluse oncologist who wears one of those basket-mask to keep the bees away. There is Mediterranean string and percussion instruments ppaying in the background along with some ambient, game music-like chords(think Assassins’ Creed Odyssey).