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A dream journal excerpt for the heck of it
10 years ago
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If you're following me, you're probably aware that I enjoy macro/micro situations. Many of my followers are also aware that I'm really into dreaming, especially lucid dreaming (being aware of when one is dreaming, which often allows for control over the dream). To that extent, I'll present an excerpt from a non-lucid sizeshifting dream from this morning as an excuse to get the TMI Tuesday journal off of my page. I know this isn't art, but I figure it may amuse one or two people or give them some insight into my head via a semi-rare macro/micro dream.
Post-dream commentary is in italics.
I am in my family room with my parents. We are seemingly going to watch a game show in an adjacent room that can be reached by crawling through an air vent. We can easily fit through, but not because the vent is large or we are small; the entire room's dimensions seem to distort as we prepare to enter the vent. My mother passes through first, and I talk with my father a bit before heading through. Instead of ending up in a room, I end up in a large outdoor area with my parents nowhere in sight. The area is made of several small islands with tall cliffs with grassy tops overlooking a large sea below. Pink-tinged clouds showcase a beautiful sunset.
I walk around and find a large group of people. A game is about to happen, but it's completely unrelated to the game show my family was expecting. One or two participants are turned into 50' giant creatures while others are given popguns and ways to navigate around the air. The giants and flyers battle until one has taken too much "damage" (nobody is actually hurt), at which point a victor is declared. There is actually a mini game in the Sonic equivalent of Mario Party that plays similarly, although there is no flying. I watch a match take place. While the giants do win, it's clear that it was only due to mistakes on the flyers' parts; the giants should theoretically be sitting ducks.
The game's host asks who wants to play next. Having witnessed the giant team's disadvantage, nobody is willing to volunteer for it. Surprised that nobody simply wants to experience being turned into a gigantic creature for a short while, I volunteer. Moments later, I find that I've become a large version of my dracorn character. I smile, noticing that I won't be a sitting duck as the other giants were because I have wings. I waste no time taking off into the air and feeling my wings and my large mass collectively create a flying sensation I've only experienced in dreams. I can't believe I didn't put two and two together here. Shortly after takeoff, however, the other team declares something I've done to be dirty play. They won't elaborate on what it is, so I assume that they're simply mad they don't have a stationary target as they were expecting. I tell them that I simply won't play if they won't tell me what I shouldn't be doing and fly slightly away from them, observing how they fly. They hang from ropes attached to blimps that they can somehow steer. Eventually deciding not to be near them at all, I land near where I took off and lie on my back, simply taking in the scale of everything around me.
Everything after this point is decidedly non-furry and non-sizey, so I'll spare people the boring stuff. If I dream of more furry or size shenanigans, I may put it here in the future. All of you other macro/micro people should totally be lucid dreaming, by the way. More of you need to be venting your rampage urges in more than just art.
Post-dream commentary is in italics.
I am in my family room with my parents. We are seemingly going to watch a game show in an adjacent room that can be reached by crawling through an air vent. We can easily fit through, but not because the vent is large or we are small; the entire room's dimensions seem to distort as we prepare to enter the vent. My mother passes through first, and I talk with my father a bit before heading through. Instead of ending up in a room, I end up in a large outdoor area with my parents nowhere in sight. The area is made of several small islands with tall cliffs with grassy tops overlooking a large sea below. Pink-tinged clouds showcase a beautiful sunset.
I walk around and find a large group of people. A game is about to happen, but it's completely unrelated to the game show my family was expecting. One or two participants are turned into 50' giant creatures while others are given popguns and ways to navigate around the air. The giants and flyers battle until one has taken too much "damage" (nobody is actually hurt), at which point a victor is declared. There is actually a mini game in the Sonic equivalent of Mario Party that plays similarly, although there is no flying. I watch a match take place. While the giants do win, it's clear that it was only due to mistakes on the flyers' parts; the giants should theoretically be sitting ducks.
The game's host asks who wants to play next. Having witnessed the giant team's disadvantage, nobody is willing to volunteer for it. Surprised that nobody simply wants to experience being turned into a gigantic creature for a short while, I volunteer. Moments later, I find that I've become a large version of my dracorn character. I smile, noticing that I won't be a sitting duck as the other giants were because I have wings. I waste no time taking off into the air and feeling my wings and my large mass collectively create a flying sensation I've only experienced in dreams. I can't believe I didn't put two and two together here. Shortly after takeoff, however, the other team declares something I've done to be dirty play. They won't elaborate on what it is, so I assume that they're simply mad they don't have a stationary target as they were expecting. I tell them that I simply won't play if they won't tell me what I shouldn't be doing and fly slightly away from them, observing how they fly. They hang from ropes attached to blimps that they can somehow steer. Eventually deciding not to be near them at all, I land near where I took off and lie on my back, simply taking in the scale of everything around me.
Everything after this point is decidedly non-furry and non-sizey, so I'll spare people the boring stuff. If I dream of more furry or size shenanigans, I may put it here in the future. All of you other macro/micro people should totally be lucid dreaming, by the way. More of you need to be venting your rampage urges in more than just art.
Aevs
~aevsivs
This was a fun read! You dream such wonderfully vivid things, mine have, for the most part, been mostly bits and pieces of scattered little bobs, the longest one I've had recently ended in my own in-dream death, gosh! I really must go for some more lucid dreams this weekend, methinks, 'specially if they're as fun as this!
