prismaticbleed | June 30th, 2013 (Reply)

This dream is in snippets, but it's still definitely worth recording.

My first memory is of standing in the living room, with my grandmother standing by the windows, and my mom sitting on the couch flipping through cable TV channels. She came across the anime "Puella Magi Madoka Magica," and asked me what my opinion of it was, as I'd "expressed my interest in it before." I immediately began praising the series with such ardor that I surprised myself, not only my family. By the end I was in genuine tears, and I finished with "It's a modern-day tragedy, and it's a masterpiece," before walking out of the room.
The scene switched around here, and I was with my bro in some sort of castle-esque tower, but we were apparently packing for school. At one point I tried to "jump out the window" to get to the ground, instead of taking the stairs, but I hesitated on the ledge-- we were about 10 stories up and I wasn't sure I'd be able to land safely. I remember mentally wondering if I could get my wings to work, or slow down my fall, or call someone over to catch me, but wasn't sure if any were 100% guaranteed. My brother also looked extremely worried about my jumping even with a safeguard, so I laughed nervously and stepped back inside, deciding to go down the stairs instead, surprisingly "disappointed in myself" for not being able to jump.
I think my bro and I ended up driving somewhere around here, as I have a weird "floating memory" of the two of us in a car, driving through town at night, and I think it was raining. No idea how accurate that is though.
After this, we ended up in some sort of mall-like structure, where instead of stores, there were rooms for classes? At least I assumed so, but the one I entered had a hospital bed in it, as well as a large gang of guys that looked like they walked straight out of a fighting game. There was a TV in the top-right corner of the room, and I think they were acting out dialogue/ commands from it, because I remember them looking at me at one point, expecting me to "perform the next line." I think I ad-libbed though, because they were all shocked but excited, and immediately "accepted" me as "part of their group." Weirdly, there was something with a quesadilla being delivered here, except the delivery guy just left it on the doorstep and ran, and the game-guys just stared at it expectantly instead of picking it up, as if they expected it to attack them.
The last thing I remember of this dream happened after I left that room, and it was awesome. I walked to some other area in the mall (I assume), a second-floor hallway overlooking the ground floor. There were several other people walking around-- not enough for a crowd, but not so few that it felt empty. I was walking alongside some girl I didn't know and wasn't talking to, when suddenly a brown-haired, somewhat heavyset girl ran up to us. Laughing good-naturedly, she said "look, I have other personalities too! There's happy me, sad me, and angry me! Grr!" With each "me," she'd change her face and posture, but exaggeratedly-- "happy" was in a sort of anime-esque pose, "sad" was a pout and a slouch, and for "angry" she bared her teeth and raised two fists. The girl to my left laughed nervously, as that really wasn't what "other personalities" were, as far as psychology was concerned, but didn't say anything about it. However, I then spoke up, saying something like "so you have 'other personalities' like this, then?" At that, I raised a hand and simply stated "Hi, I'm J." Then everyone else said hello. The process was crazy; after I spoke it felt as if I was standing about three feet behind myself, watching everyone else speak and move through my body, and yet feeling their actions despite the disconnect. The most shocking thing about it to me, though, was the fact that my voice was literally changing as they spoke (there was a notable pitch drop for Leon, I remember internally grinning at how amazing that was to feel/hear).
For the sake of remembering this, the switching went like this, in immediate succession:
"Hi, I'm Laurie." (Stern voice, observant glare, "formal" hand raise and slight nod to girl)
"Hi, I'm Lynne." (Calm but professional voice, smile; I think she offered to shake hands?)
"Hi, I'm Julie." (Slightly 'prissy' tone, hiding unease. Looked away at first, glared at girl)
"Hi, I'm Josephii-naa!!" (He SANG his name, playfully 'swayed' side to side, waved and grinned)
"Hi, I'm Leon.." (Looked down/away at his name, self-consciously ran hand through hair)
"Hi, I'm Nathaniel." (Very warm tone, sympathetic expression, I think he had both his arms open)
"Hi, I'm Chaos." (Shocked me, haha! Sounded very amused; one arm on hip, the other raised)
"Hi, I'm Genesis." (Slightly 'proud' tone, I forget how he posed, but he held himself confidently)
"Hi, I'm Xennie!" (It felt like I shrunk when she fronted! Excited wave, bounced on her feet a little?)
After Xennie came out I switched back with the usual disorienting jolt. I immediately grabbed my head, winced and closed my eyes, saying something about how it was "really difficult to do that" (even worse, the three outspacers couldn't anchor fully (they typically don't) so their fronting had drained me quite a bit). The heavyset girl was giving me a very strange, anxious look, though-- as was the girl who had followed me over, and a small group of people that had gathered around us. The heavyset girl said "That actually scared me a little," and walked away with the girl from before, talking to her now. I shrugged, too surprised (and rather overjoyed; that was incredible) at what happened myself to be bothered. Immediately I realized that Waldorf hadn't spoken, and knew it was because "she still wasn't good at taking via voice yet." That worried me, but I still took out a pen from my pocket and began to write "learn how to at least say "Hi, I'm Waldorf" in sign language" on my arm, laughing slightly at this. (I didn't question Infinitii's silence, as I knew full well he didn't speak in the body.)

Strangely, I'm almost positive that Jeremiah said hello during that lineup; but I can't remember when. I just have this unusually strong "memory" of him fronting momentarily, immediately pulling my shirt-sleeves down over his arms, and crossing them over his stomach. This is a very good sign, as we actually brought him (and Minty) upstairs last night, and went the extra mile to make sure he felt safe with us. So even if he only tried to come through as part of the welcoming system here, that alone does my heart good to know.