This dream started out as a multiplayer “dream game” and we all had these kickass outfits and lightweight headsets that made half-halos around our heads.
We won a level and my dream started to go a little lucid and I was trying to hop from one floating land mass to another. Sadly, I don’t remember this part too well.
What I do remember is being on a platform with who I first thought was Charlie*, but I really think it was Warren*. I’m having a bad reaction to medicine in waking life that’s messing with my mood and that started seeping into my dream. Warren looked down as well, so ran over to him.
He grabbed me in a long Warren hug – that’s when I realized it was him – he looked like a digital version of himself: same eyes, hair, and skin tone, but a wider chin and body type (more like Charlie). He held me longer than usual and whispered in my ear, “I love you.” I whispered back, “I love you, too.” He then said, “everything will be OK.” I was about to say it back, but I ended up saying, “ditto.”
Later, I went to his cabin in the dream – this one-room wooden place. He seemed nervous to let me even see in and I saw why: He was living with demons – cartoonish characters symbolizing psychological issues he has to deal with. They were off to one side of the cabin and there were maybe five or so. One was a tiny furry ball hiding, looking away in the corner symbolizing psychosis (I think); a demon who I couldn’t get a good look at because it moved from one spot to another so quickly, they appeared as a yellowish white blur; and I think I remember a cowering (or sneaky?) little devil guy who represented guilt, but the biggest one that towered confidently over everyone including Warren was this bulky guy in a leopard print wrestling leotard carrying a large wooden club. He was Depression who found joy in hitting his victims over the head and watching them suffer.
He looked at me and his eyes lit up as if he couldn’t wait to make me his next victim. Now, I wonder if it was not to hurt me just to hurt me, but to hurt me to hurt both me and Warren.
I quickly left and walked to my home in the dream – not sure, why, but it was in a place inside a tent. Partway back, I noticed Depression following me. I picked up the pace and so did he.
I got to my place and closed and locked the door (some latch type). Depression tried to get me to open the door, but I thought if I did, he’d find his way in and stay too long and maybe live there, too.
I never did look behind me, but I know there were demons living with me, too. I’m sure my Depression looks either like myself with the number 6 on her shirt or as an amorphous shape of suffocating black smoke. Sometimes, it looks like a long black dragon that likes to suffocate its victims like a boa constrictor.
Other than that, I dreamed I was designing a school building with something similar to Planet Coaster. I was having fun trying to set it all up. I’m kinda disappointed the game doesn’t exist/all my creative work never existed in a way for others to see or me to add to.