I had another color-centric dream. This one was very different from the last one, but it had the same feel to it.
#1 - Color Craze
The feel of this dream was like being in a state of the art virtual
reality. It felt like a game, but also
like I was actually acting it out. It
was in a sandbox platform, 3rd person view, rolling and expansive
like a GTA map. Instead of shooting
people and driving around as one would do in GTA, this game consisted of
shooting things with a color gun. When
you shoot something with a color gun, it turns that color. Some pieces of the map were individualized so
that you could shoot a chair or a cat or a table, etc. Other portions were area-defined, so an
entire section (about 3 yards or so) would turn that color. The point of the game is to color the map
with your color, while your opponents do the same. If you shoot over someone else’s color, that
area is yours now. Whoever has the most
of their color on the map wins. It’s
like an in-depth version of Takeover.
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| GTA game |
So you’ve got the game basics. I’m
running around shooting things and turning them my color. I’m playing with hubby and some other person
whose identity I can’t yet discern.
Hubby is definitely winning so far.
The map is so large, I don’t see my opponents except for once. Hubby is chasing me on a long outdoor balcony
like you see on the second floor of motels.
A group of 3 zombies are between him and me. He shoots them with his color gun, and they
pursue me. I turn around and shoot them
with my color gun, and then spin around to pursue hubby. This goes back and forth for a while, but
they are slowly gaining on me.
I give up on the zombie battle and hubby takes that win. Back in the expanse of the map, I continue to
color bus stops and parking lots until I find a sewer grate. I bet there’s a ton of uncolored stuff down
there that my opponents haven’t even thought about! I lift up the sewer grate and drop down below
the streets.
I realize once I’m down below that I’ve accidentally entered the final
stage of the game. I didn’t mean to go
to the finale – there was so much more stuff to color! Reluctantly, I enter a portal that will end
my participation in the game. I’ve been
competing against hubby and a dummy-PC-bot (as it turns out), and hubby has
very obviously won.
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| Half-Life game POV |
I trudge through the portal to leave the game… and end up in a different
genre of the color game that stands completely separate from the GTA-style
color game. Instead, this is a Half Life
style game. I have a first-person
limited view and am wandering in a maze of tan-colored industrial
hallways. I’ve never been a fan of FPS
games, and random opponents approaching me from different sides is incredibly
startling. I find my color’s control
base, a dimly lit area that is only slightly bigger than the tan hallways. There are monitor screens and lighted buttons
everywhere. Entering the base has
triggered a boss fight. From somewhere
out of sight, the boss keeps turning everything – the people, the screens, the
lights – to red. I color shoot them back
to my color, but as soon as I do, he’s flipped them back to being red
again. It quickly becomes apparent that
I am not skilled enough for this yet.
The game-style dreaming ends here. The color shooting theme remains, however. I find myself in a large store warehouse (like Sam’s Club or Costco). Instead of having the warehouse divided into shopping sections, though, it is as if each department is a different bit of a different house. Other parts of the warehouse look more like the jewelry and perfume counters in a department store.
In this hodge
podge warehouse I meet my color mentor.
She teaches me all about color shooting, how to get the most stuff, and
how to color things without a color gun.
She gives me my own color after the orientation. I’m yellow.
I hate yellow. I whine at her and
tell her that I want to be pink. I love
pink. Can I be pink? She informs me that someone else already has
pink. There can’t be two.
This is not
the answer I want to hear. Enraged, I
begin a color feud with my mentor. I
angrily run around and turn everything that is her color into yellow. It is mostly like a child throwing a tantrum,
though, because she simply follows behind and fixes everything quite simply.
Later, I find
myself in the warehouse with my parents.
I am teaching them how to harness colors, and use a machine to
arbitrarily give them each a color. Just
as I had, they both start complaining and asking why they got the color they
did. My mother starts fiddling around
with things and discovers that there is a little wheel you can turn on the side
of your head. Depending on where you
place the notch, you can adjust your color.
The dream
splinters off into yet another direction, and I am in a giant mansion. It is gorgeous, with more square footage than
any human being should be allowed to posses.
It is located, however, in the Matrix.
Nothing is real. Not even
me. I flit about my gargantuan home
turning everything to a shimmering gold color.
A dead
sociopath of a girl comes back to life to wreak havoc on the house. She starts plotting her revenge in a Matrix
castle where she turns all of the people into mideval looking peasants. She plans to murder my Matrix husband, as he
used to be hers.
#2 - Nostalgia
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| Murphy |
I’m outside,
but I can’t remember where. I’m sorting
through two large file cabinets and one square one, all of them at least 6 foot
high. Inside is memorabilia from my
childhood that I haven’t seen in ages. I
find a tiny, glittery Little Mermaid hat, a little gypsy costume, school
papers, toys, and other trinkets.
When I turn
around, I’m on a hiking trail with a large group of people. I’m a little girl, and I’m playing with
Murphy, the dog I grew up with. The
people wander off further, but I don’t follow.
I pick up Murphy and we play in the snow.
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