Wild fragments

Date: 6/25/2022

Many fragmented dreams: I am with my parents at some event. My father is feeling sick and leaves early. I’m not worried because I know he is dead in reality, so nothing can happen to him. It’s a presentation for an exercise tracking website that is incompatible with my new software. A movie theatre has a red door that leads to a club. The bartender recognizes me, even though it’s been years since I was last there. Neither of us can remember the name of the mixed drink I would order, but I was the only one who would do do. The drink is fizzy vimto, black coffee, an orange liqueur, and a fourth ingredient. I go to pay, but my wallet only has papers from ten years ago. There is a path to follow around the club. The encounters are synced to music and customized to the individual. In the first scene I am walking with a woman in an open backed dress. She’s complaining that people keep trying to get a look at her. We pass very tall men (like 10-15 feet tall). They are in primary colours and look like they’re made of clay. Many are deformed. All wear pants but are shirtless. Two walking next to each other are connected at the side. I’m in a mystery game. There is a boat at the bottom of a green hill and three buildings at the top. There are several people in a car, and I am in love with a girl with mousy brown hair. At the top of the hill, one building is open at both ends. I look for a gift, but the owner comes back. He’s not angry. The middle building is their home. There is another discussion about my unnamed mixed drink. In a new segment, the tour around the club is ending and I’m in a movie theatre. The films are in black and white. I sit near the front. I don’t remember most, but the lady was about how flashbacks in sitcoms never work because the audience is invested in seeing parents get together so the children, the stars of the show, will be born. I leave the club and phone my mother to say I’ll be late coming home. I return to the club, but there is a sign that it has moved. There’s a lineup to get into the new location, but it’s just a cafe now. I can hover a couple inches off the ground, and show my mother how that lets me get around a track quickly. I’m walking up a dirt road hill. This is part of a game. Austin Walker, our DM, explains how a character has had a thin slice cut out, like a pat of butter, and this has transferred them to another realm. This is a fact, if we follow the rules, and cannot be debated. There are three fragments. Two cubes and a sphere, all made of black and copper wire. One cube and the sphere are half covered in a gold lattice. I’m not sure which two fragments go together. I have the two cubes in a box lined in white linen. I’m on a website from 2018, but it behaves as if it’s much older. I try to post “Hello 2018!”, but it keeps autocompleting to long, full sentences. My father sees an ad in the newspaper for the site. That’s all I can remember, but there was a lot more. Trying to lock a door in a bathroom, but none of the locks align. A plant I forgot I had. Climbing a dirt road but turning around. A river. A parking lot. It was a busy night.