Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/14/2020
By candy303
I was playing Minecraft in my friend’s world. I was playing on his computer and his younger brother was also playing, in the same world but on a different computer. I started out by looking around his world. My friend had built a cool house underneath a waterfall, and I took away the waterfall to get a better look at the house, but when I tried to put it back, it was sand instead of water. I started exploring and came across three villagers on stilts. I freaked out because in the dream when villagers are on stilts they can kill you. I started running away, but soon saw more. I asked my friend’s brother if there were any villagers that didn’t have stilts, and he said there were some on top of the mountain. I started going there but fell into a deep canyon or something and died. I immediately respawned right where I had died, and this is where the game starts to turn into more of a fantasy movie. I was behind these three mysterious figures who were walking down the mountain silently. I followed them, and can clearly remember seeing their shadows against a sunset sky. By this point there was nothing resembling Minecraft, things weren’t blocky and simple but looked just how they look in real life, with a little tingle of unreality. I followed the figures down to an area in front of a small house. My brother (he was the same person as my friend’s brother earlier in the dream, but now I recognized him as my brother) met them. He seemed to have arranged this meeting and talked of some kind of deal. One of the figures handed him a unicorn head, which he hid carefully under his jacket. By now the sun had set and it was completely dark. Suddenly I was inside the house and seeing the scene outside through the window. The room I was in was the kitchen, and a woman stood at the window, washing dishes and looking outside. She was surrounded by a cloud of red smoke that I recognized as magical. This whole scene looked like a panel from a comic book, frozen in time and drawn with thick black lines. There was a little narration box above the woman’s head that said, “The boys’ mother was a powerful witch, and she could tell when something magical was going on”. Then the dream went back to being movie-like, and now I was seeing from the mother’s perspective. I saw the three figures depart. My two sons (who were previously me and my younger brother) came inside. There was a bulge under the younger boy’s jacket, and I could see a pink glow coming from it. “Do you have something there?” I asked. “No,” he replied hastily. “Is it Merrista’s head?” Somehow I knew the unicorn whose head he was hiding was named Merrista. “No,” he said again. Even though I knew he was lying I let him go to his bedroom. Then I was myself, or at least who I had been in the dream up to that point. I went with my brother into our room— we shared both a room and a bed. I didn’t see him put the unicorn head anywhere, but he climbed into bed next to me. Then suddenly the world was Minecraft again. I was looking down from the ceiling of a very simple room made of oak planks. In the corner were two beds next to each other, and in each bed was a person sleeping. Judging from the light, it was early morning.