Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/20/2019
By Marbot457
How to even begin. Baisically I think that I was in Hell, but it was so strange because there were New York esque city blocks covered in vibrant colors and kinetic sand and moving parts. The devil was strange in the fact that he was a heavily tormented soul who lost his wife or something. It rained alot in Hell. Apperantly that signified the day his wife died and the Devil could never escape the memory of her. He was huge and monstrous and had large wings that were porportionate to his body yet also large enough to span half of the hell city scape. I was in Hell and there was this part that took place in a large, but open to the city, room that had a massive trampoline in it. There was colorful kinetic sand everywhere and it highly contrasted the dreary colors of the foundations of Hell. I partied and saw these stuffed beanie baby heads of various minecraft things like Steve, a Pig, and a Zombie. After that I was in this grocery store kind of place but the thing is is that there was only the self checkout and no groceries. Also, it connected to the trampoline area. I was leaving, just passing the self checkout area, when the the Devil arrived. Pepple were screaming and running and I was somehow trampled by one skinny guy who didnt even give me a passing glance. Oh and I forgot to mention that we had these ... Semi-Wings. They were like made of lint and sludge and melted candle wax and they were ugly as sin, but they worked. I stood up from being trampled and the Devil looked over to me, and I was hopelessly frozen. For a split second I was filled with fire and ice and the daunting, drowning, presence of rain. I could feel the rain sinking to my feet, rooting me amongst the tar and orange kinetic sand swirling around me. The Devil with his massive wings towering behind him began to lumber towards me. As soon as he moved, the rain in my legs dissipated and my soot stained wings moved of their own accord. I took to the sky, or as it seemed to me, I took to the starless void above me, beating my sludge wings against the torrents of heavy rain that seemingly fell from nowhere. I flew and flew and I tried to find a place that looked familiar to me, but the Devil was a step ahead. He used his power and formed the Ground to his will and suddenly, everything was different. Yet I, like a dove about to be gunned down, flapped my wings slower and slower until I was simply falling. I thought "A fallen angel who sits in the colored wasteland, is better than one who flys willingly into a tar trap." (Whatever the FUCK that means), and then I fell. I dont know much of what happened after that except that I fell into an abandoned theatre, but there was no kinetic sand here, only the soft echoes of yellow and orange lights flickering below the surface of sludge. I lay on the stage for only a minute, surrounded by the broken pieces of wood from the roof and I looked up to the void. The rain was gone and somehow I knew that I was safe, at least for now. I stood up again and took flight and as dreams often do, the last thing I remember before the Change was Flying high into the sky, skirting the coastline of a colored paradise, searching for a hollow Devil. Next is the dream about the DnD misadventures. Its not long as I dont remember much but heres what I do recall. I was alone travleing in this land that was seemingly created solely by warehouse crates and metal walls. Like a neverending warehouse of empty metal storage units. Like that one map in Halo 4. Anyways I traveled, I met people, I skirted the law, and boy was that difficult as the people who ruled this rusted place were bad, like the kind of people who killed for no reason bad and wiped memories willy nilly bad. I was walking when suddenly I encountered said horrible people, but they were engaged in combat with others. The only thing I recall about these rebellious fighters were that they were suited up in your typical adventurers armour and that one of them was of a green dispositoon and the other was like the personification of pink circular chewing gum. The pink one was very tough and she held a warhammer with both of her hands as she crashed down on the stupid law people. Anyways the dream skipped a little and I discovered that I fell under the classification of Halfling Rouge and I had a dagger, which I used to fight back against the bad bitches. The dream skipped forward a fair bit because I had somehow teamed up with two typical Palading Tanks named Hitchcock and Scully (Yep B99 makes a cameo in my dream). They were super kind and also I think married? Anyways, I have a distinct memory of meeting them at a quasi-rebellion gathering and jovially greeting the with "Lethe Rowans, Rouge, nice to meet'cha!" and shaking their hands. We travelled together for a bit after that when we were trying to steal precious metals like big slabs of silver and gold from the bad boys. Unfortunately our plans went awry. We found a lonesome band of baddies and made quick work of them and were opening their precious cargo holders when suddenly we are encountered from behind. It was a daze what happened after that but the bubblegum warhammer hero from earlier had joined us in fighting them however it was all for naught. They had us surrounded and I was out of spell slots (which apperantly in my dream meant I couldnt even summon my daggar to my hand, much less use the magic missiles I had been using previously.) The got us in the end by utilizing the skillset of one of their warriors which was poison blowdarts. They got us into this highly weakened state and we were a little past dazed when a fog grenade hit us full impact. The last thing I remember was laying on the ground trying to stay awake as a foggy face made its way towards my own. The voice of one of the evil people we were fighting, female (hot, like I got big gay vibes from this voice alone) came from a couple feet above my face and I heard, "Gotcha Lethe." and I could hear the smirk in it as I passed out. These dreams were cool asf but wild from start to finish, also they were pretty muddled so.. Idek.