Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/29/2016
By Cela08
the last of the really old dream writeups, and probably my favorite on account of how interesting it was and how much i managed to remember. Interesting things about the dream - it was cartoony and brightly colored, with cel shading in too many mismatching colors and an abundance of sea-green/blue and orange. It was really cohesive for some reason. It also was in third-person, but that's normal for my dreams. My dream started with two dogs resting in a calm white bedroom. It was a little bland - the walls were a plain white with some shiny gray trimming, and there was little else in the room other than a window and two paisley patterned dog beds. There was a brown door on one wall. Somehow, the dogs were meant to be me and my sister. I was a great dane who looked kind of like Scooby Doo, but with lighter fur and no spots. My nose was an aquamarine type blue-green. My sister was a light orange dane, though smaller and clearly younger. Her nose was black. All of a sudden, a bright light filled the room. Some sort of angelic being - I can't for the life of me recall what she looked like, but she emitted a lot of light and for some reason when I looked at her the fairy godmother from the Disney version of Cinderella was brought to mind. She looked at me and my sister with deep seriousness, clenching a wand that was more like a regular stick with a wireframe star attached. "You two are so lucky, do you realize? You are the next Heirs of Color! Isn't that such a hoot?" Her voice was low-pitched and mature as she spoke, a grave tone to her voice even as she used the phrasing "such a hoot". We nodded in understanding, even though neither of us had a clue what a Heir of Color was. Almost as if she sensed that, she continued. "As the 6th and 7th Heirs of Color, your very life will be tied to our light spectrum. You will represent the colors blue-green and orange. If you die, the color will cease to exist until we appoint a new one." Then, she shuddered, and we suddenly saw a vision. There was a gloomy and very, very cartoony witch's house on the distance, complete with glowing green windows and crooked construction. The path paving away from it was a simple dark gray, and for some reason empty cauldrons dotted the rotting black grass around it. A brunette child in a blue t-shirt along with her dachshund were running for their life from a gnarled witch who looked like the textbook Halloween witch, though her fingers were too long and her dress seemed to be her actual body. Thunder seemed to strike the ground closer and closer to the children, and the vision went dark just as we heard a scream that was most certainly the dog and child. As if nothing happened, the angel began speaking. "As you may tell, being a Heir of Color is not without danger. There are witches that are dead-set on destroying you and you must not let them do that. We don't know why they want to kill you. They just do. So, for the sake of our colors, stay alive!" With that, she opened the door and flew out of the room, looking down at a silky white borzoi who was laying down on a baby blue couch in a room which was basically my living room, but the couch was blue. Somehow, this character was also me, as in this was the one that actually represented "me" in the dream. For some reason, EVERYBODY referred to this dog as Scooby Doo. Including herself. Even though Scooby Doo wasn't a white borzoi. "And you, Scooby Doo… You will be the most important Heir of Color of all. You will represent white light. If you die, light itself will cease to exist. You absolutely cannot be replaced if you die before we appoint a new one. It was a stroke of luck that we realized our previous Heir of White was going to die before it actually happened." the angel explained. Also, suddenly the orange and blue-green siblings were out of the room, the orange one lounging on the couch and the blue-green one standing by the door. She spoke once more. "Check your chests, now." On the chest of each dog was a strange tattoo-like thing - a rectangle of small dots surrounding a number, 4 for Scooby, 6 for Blue-Green, and 7 for Orange. (Blue-Green and Orange aren't their real names, but they didn't actually get named in the dream.) Also, I was now wearing 3D glasses, except colored in blue-green and orange. "If i'm light itself, shouldn't that be 1?" I asked. In my voice, and clearly not Scooby Doo's voice. The angel shook her head. "1, 2, and 3, are reserved for the primary colors. It was only after we realized we still couldn't see anything that we appointed a Heir of White." It was a stupid explanation, but I didn't bring up the topic again. "Hey! Scooby Doo! We better hurry or we're gonna miss the train to school!" Orange called. I nodded and we hurried out the door, running towards an unbelievably close bus stop. Other than the bus stop and train tracks, the general area looked a whole lot like my actual neighborhood, though it was snowing. When the train arrived, we three clambered on, but not long after we settled into their seats we heard a siren blaring. All of a sudden, the bus just started exploding! Panic broke out in the bus, especially once the metal above us was ripped open to show a vaguely humanoid machine covered in guns and weapons. When we looked at it, I recognized it as a Terminator, even though it looked nothing like one and I had never even watched a Terminator movie. Aiming at us, we ran out of the way as fast as we could, a cartoony huge explosion behind us. I collapsed onto the ground, and what came next I can't really remember - maybe I just fell unconscious. When I woke up, I was in one of those children's rooms painted to look like the outside, with neon green flooring, bright blue walls, and a smiling sun painted on that resembled a child's drawing more than anything. There was nothing but a gray door - which I presumed was locked, a pink bed, and two empty food bowls in the room. I threw my 3D glasses onto the floor in disgust (and also because they were uncomfortable) Suddenly, a strange man opened the door. This man kind of brought to mind Hercule from DBZ, though he was taller, more hunched over, wore a blue shirt patterned with pink fish, and he had a short beard that pointed forward. His eyes seemed more tired and serious, yet he gazed down at me with adoration. "You're my new dog now! Make yourself at home." He left the gray door open as he left the room. When I walked out, I was greeted with a bland pink-and-gray room, and a 3DS was on the floor, plugged into the wall. With nothing better to do, I played it, though I can't remember what I played. At one point, I called through the only window in the room that I wanted my sisters back. A voice that was clearly not the man's (it sounded like a mocking, otherworldly child's voice) displayed an image of a poodle that was colored a hideous greenish blue on a screen right beyond the window, and said "Is THIS your sister?" I said no, and then the screen displayed another discolored poodle and asked the same question, to another "No, it's NOT my sister!" This went on for a while, until I decided not to bother - the moment I looked away, it started laughing at me in that horrible voice. The man yelled from behind the door and told me that it would really be better if I didn't bother with the window. Then about ten minutes later, I jumped up with a start as the wall shattered down. Blue-Green and Orange (who were my sisters, even though Blue-Green was also supposed to represent me) were there, along with… Shaggy, from Scooby Doo. I was ecstatic to see them, though they said we couldn't go back out the wall because then the Terminator would find us faster. So we dashed through the door the man was presumably beyond, to find a weird miniature golf course. There was some sort of horrible facsimile of me plugged into a wall - it was clearly a puppet-like thing with little beady eyes, and for some reason it was inside a cat tower/scratching post, staring directly at us. A plug came out of the scratching post, connected to the wall. The man, seeing us, stumbled backwards in shock. "Now you just put that Heir of White back in the safe room right now, and we'll all be fine!!" he yelled, though Shaggy knocked him out of the way with incredible strength. Now that the man was unconscious, we checked out the machine built to resemble me. It stared in silence for a few moments, until its neck extended and it began screeching. "Like, let's get outta here, Scoob!" Shaggy screamed, as we dashed out of the building. We ran through a long, dark corridor, until eventually we found ourselves on city streets. We let out a sigh of relief, but there wasn't much time to rest - the Terminator had caught up to us! It started blowing up the streets, and in a panic, we hopped into the Mystery Machine, which was apparently there the whole time. We drove in a panic, trying to get away from the mechanical killing machine. Imagine a typical Scooby Doo chase scene, but with more explosions, three dogs, and it's heart-stoppingly terrifying because our lives are actually at stake. Eventually, we drove into an "oil field" as we called it. The pavement was completely covered in oil, and there were stacks of tires everywhere. We rammed into some, and they somehow flew into the air and hit the Terminator, knocking it to the ground. Three of them fell, trapping the Terminator's arms to its body in typical Scooby Doo style. We cheered, having stopped it, and Orange walked up to it and smashed it to bits with a hammer. A regular work hammer, not a mallet. But while the others were celebrating, I had snuck off, because I wanted to find the angel again and ask her to give the Heir title to someone else. I stumbled across a food stand in the middle of an alleyway, and oddly enough it was ran by the robot replica of me back at the man's miniature golf course. I stumbled back, a little shocked, but it just gazed on with those little beady puppet eyes. It wasn't in the cat tower anymore, revealing it had a long, thin and generally oddly proportioned body. Silvery tubes of unidentified liquid seemed to weave into a pattern on her underbelly, as though her furry exterior was just poorly glued onto a robot body. "Don't be scared. I'm just a friendly food vendor. Do you want something to eat?" she asked. Her voice was calm, feminine, mechanical, and high-pitched. Despite my gut feeling, I agreed, and she began whipping up increasingly ridiculous food combinations, until it became clear she was just grabbing stuff from the little food bins in the stall and dumping them in a bowl. In typical Scooby Doo fashion, I ate them all up without a complaint. While making her last dish, she seemed about to put some weird, unidentified liquid on, but she looked as hesitant as a weird puppet could look, and put it away, simply pushing the bowl towards me. While I was eating the last bowl of food, she turned away from me. Her voice seemed tired as she spoke. "You'd just come by and trust me, just like that. There are a lot of horrible things in this world, and you knew I was built by the man who held you hostage, so… why?" I paused in my eating for a moment to answer her. "I dunno. I just did, I guess. You looked lonely." "You… you're way more honest and kind than i'll ever be." In distress, the puppet hopped out of the food stand and ran off, leaving me to finish my meal in silence. Back in the city, the entire Mystery Inc. gang and my sisters were looking for me, calling my name and walking around the city. Orange saw a poster on a wooden pole and pointed it out to the gang. Fred read it out loud to the others. "MISSING: An incredibly intelligent dog. The dog is of the Great Dane species. She is capable of human speech." "Jinkies! That sounds like Scooby!" Velma said, and then Fred continued reading. "While it is preferred that the dog is returned to me alive, returned dead is better than nothing, especially if she turns hostile. She is a threat that cannot be allowed in these streets. Do not try to tempt her with treats, she does not respond to them." "Well, that can't be Scoob. She'd never turn down a free treat, and she'd never turn hostile!" Shaggy interjected. He then pointed to the photo on the poster. "That doesn't look like Scooby anyway. That looks like the freaky robot monster we saw in that building they kept Scoob in!" Velma nodded. "You're right, whoever put this poster up must be looking for that robot dog instead. But that would mean it got out of the building!" Shaggy gasped, looking around in a panic. "It's out?! ZOINKS!" Up in the air, the man who had held me hostage rode on a jetpack, gazing down at the city streets, sighing. He looked at some old crotchety rich man, showing off his own robot dog creation to an attentive crowd. "Behold, the most glorious thing you have ever seen! It can walk, it can talk, it can act like a real dog! But with none of the mess, none of the fuss. It's the perfect pet!" he announced. The man in the sky glared. "He's even still calling them an 'it'. That guy thinks he can get away with stealing my ultimate work and using it for… marketing?! People like him make me sick…" He then looked over to an alleyway, his eyes widening. "And there's…! What's she sulking about? What got her so depressed after the Heir of White escaped?" Down in the alley, the robot dog was sobbing, tears coming out of her bead eyes. "I'm a flaw. A failure. I'll never be as pure-hearted as Scooby Doo. We will never be one… to think, I planned on poisoning her and stealing her body, replacing her… i'm not good enough to be her replacement. I actually tried to MURDER her. I don't deserve to exist…" Looking up to the sky, she spotted the man with the jetpack, and she screamed up to him. "What are you here to do?! Stick me back on the golf course and hope Scooby's imprint just LEAVES me?! You have no idea what you did to me!" But before the man could respond, a rocket barreled into his side, leaving him crashing into a building bleeding profusely. The robot gasped, horrified. Up in the sky, the Terminator had rebuilt itself. And there were more, too. "Well gang, looks like we're screwed." Fred mumbled, as Shaggy looked for the nearest place to hide and the two sisters ran with him. And then I woke up.