this 2d guilty gear jrpg came out in the current day which at certain points involved two robo-kys; one of them was the post-xrd bodyless no. 0 one (who was annoying and not funny cause i'm running off an educated guess) and this other one who did still have his body but didn't try to be funny and instead was just interesting and made you give a shit about whatever situation he's in.
i was in the passenger seat of a car with my mum at the wheel and my dad in the back. eventually she wouldn't respond to a green light so they switches places and drove to the nearest gas station, she needed to get lemon flavored gummy bear powder that came in packets. while purchasing incense there myself a huge group of dutch moroccans (recognizeable by their costume and haircut of course) came storming in and wreaked havoc, eventually moving into the toilet stalls while we managed to make it out with the goods.
the dream began fundamentally shifting as we drove off, my mum and dad had disappeared, "i" was in a vehicle(?) way faster than a car, on a one-way road to a small area with cliffs and luscious grass, glittering water at night. the moroccans were there but had turned into glass cups of all sorts of shapes and my perspective hung way above them, the size of a person in scale compared to the cups yet a giant in the landscape. i began throwing the cups repeatedly against cliffs yet they would only partially shatter, into a thousand little pieces all over the place that i would carefull have to remove from the floor and my mouth (the shrapnel made its way in there), a sink appeared next to me and i would try washing the pieces out. the cups were of no use so i looked at the turtles that had appeared along with the sink while i wasn't looking and noticed one with an odd shell that had a tube in it which i could use to fill with water. while doing so apparently a snail was hanging off the tap and the turtle would try and eat it. the dream faded out.
i was a tourist child in north korea, for some reason they let me participate in a school there on my last day. we all wore large jackets, first graders red, second blue, third, us, green. each had a big white number on it. we all sat around benches with tables outside and there was a decently big screen there showing the greatness of these class activities. my time was spent trying fit in and failing of course, i was writing english questioning the things being asked in the textbook (i could somehow read it), a teacher came up to me and there was a small squabble before i remembered this is north korea and just raised one hand and said that i will obey, she smiled and left. last thing that happened was lunch where everyone got a burger except me and before i knew it i instead found myself riding a bike during school hours and passing by a bunch of situations throughout the city (i suppose pyongyang), most curiously briefly observing two men trying to shoo a big cream-colored cat and two rabbits out of town. i then found myself stopping at a dead ends of suburbs that more closely resembled what we have here. there was a dad with his child and the child pointed at me and asked his dad if i was the devil or something. i knew i wasn't coming home alive, that's when i woke up.
i don't remember anything but driving a vehicle shaped like a big carl wheezer t-posing that rides around by lightly hovering over the ground with fire coming out of non-existent exhaust pipes from its feet.
i think i had three dreams again, i only remember one well enough, another one does not have enough substance to be worth trying to tell.
i was back to being a teenager and i was what i can only assume as some sort of field trip, there were these other teenagers that i read as my classmates. we were on the back seats of what might've been an entirely white train with large windows. before it departed the classmates made this rule that you're supposed to have a funny tiny hat on top of a normal hat. i didn't have one but i commented on one of theirs thinking it was very funny, one of those propellor hats. a very small one. then the vehicle departed. before i knew it we were 60 meters above this seemingly endless ocean. then i looked forward and saw we were about to make a 70-80 degree drop into a tunnel that went under the ocean. i think my (real) body was signaling that i wasn't lying down right because during the drop, besides the falling sensation it felt as if i wasn't getting enough oxygen. that's when i woke up. i remember really wanting to know what came after that tunnel, though.
i think i had three dreams, i only remember two.
the first dream it was midnight and it was like i had teleported from my mattress to one of the pathways facing the pond at the park next to my house. the atmosphere was serene. i was wrapped in my blanket the same way i fell asleep, except robo-ky was also there and joined in. i think we were both naked. nothing happened after this besides continuing to lie down and soak in the scene before it ended.
the second dream i can vaguely remember stealing things and having to move from one human-sized wooden chicken coop to the next constantly. later on this highly infectious disease that had the word "duck" in it began showing up and i think the way it worked is that your cells would gradually (and lopsidedly) be replaced with copies that are neither alive nor of the same density despite their appearance, eventually leading into the literal collapse of your body. the imagery, despite the funny name was on the same level of visual repulsiveness as seeing a harlequin baby.
i was sitting on this carpet/towel along with about 50 others in a square formation on this hot sandy looking area. we were planning to make a major trek to a more promising land, which we knew had even more heat and sand. we went into this dilapidated building and all the rooms were full of tables with stuff on them, mostly clothing. we were all deciding on what to take with us. the dream then, eventually, ended.
i was in some sort of vicinity and i think it was a kind of an aquarium/sanctuary that was on the verge of failure due to poor water conditions or something. there were details i don't remember but regardless it did fail, hereafter i decided it was time to end my life by lying down and starving/dehydrating so i got into this cab and gave the driver directions to what was either this other dilapidated institution or a grass field next to a large pond and factories. during the ride he was picking up other passengers and i was still preparing mentally. this original song that didn't exist but was using the vocals from underworld's "scribble" was playing over the radio and i was staring up into the cloudless sunny sky through the front window. visions of huge pipes (the plumbing kind) faded in and out of view up there. then the dream ended.
