Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

08/24/2011
Dream (Fragment) One
All I remember is meeting the 'Chocolate Rain' dude, Tay Zonday, at a water park like Water Mania. We turned out to be pretty chill, and after the park we went back to produce a track at my place.


Dream Two
"Fencing Failure"

I was at an airshow, with some other guy and a girl. At first, we were all outside, in a field. There were a lot of children running around, and most of us were sitting on picnic blankets and pallets in the grass. One plane, in particular, was hovering nearby, firing an endless stream of machine gun fire. It looked like an older plane, but had 'jump-jet' technology, like the modern day Harriers. Some kid was sitting on a blanket in front of me was eating an ice cream cone. When he got finished with it, he chucked it away carelessly, causing some of it to land on my blanket. Annoyed by this, I flicked the cone - which still had ice cream in it - back over to him. It stopped just before him, but didn't touch him. The pre-teen escalated things by standing up, picking up the remaining scoop of ice cream and chucking it at me. Now rather pissed, I got up, grabbed a big glob of the ice cream and walked over to the kid, taking my hand and smashing the ice cream all into his face.

The kid was furious. Lol. He grabbed a fake (but sturdy) sword, from somewhere, and started attacking me with it, relentlessly. Still agitated, but finding this slightly humorous, I borrowed a fake sword from another kid, and I started deflecting this brat's attacks while he swung at me with all he had. Some of my friends were encouraging me not to egg him on, because they figured I would get in trouble for being in an altercation like this with a child. I replied that I was just playing with him, and had no plans to actually hurt him. The kid didn't feel the same way, though. Frustrated the he couldn't lay a finger on me, the boy ran to get his dad. By this time, the scenery had change, and a handful of us were now inside a classroom. The caucasian boy's dad - and unexpectedly Asian man - stepped forward. He was brandishing a very real rapier sword, and stared at me intently. Issuing me a (rather formal) challenge, he went into some bloated speech about how I'd made a huge mistake in 'dishonoring his family,' and said that he was some world-rknowned fencing extraordinaire. Possibly trying to prove this, he broke into a comical series of swipes and lunges at the air, with the sword, his complete lack of grace or technique showing that he wasn't quite the bad ass he said he was. Before this, I was about to decline his challenge (because, really, who wants to sword fight over something so juvenille?)[, but when he started trying to show off - and looking as silly as he did - I couldn't resist.

Apparently on my side, a couple of little kids walked over to me, handing me a couple of spare swords to put down in the back of my shirt...just in case. Lol. Anyone still in the room stepped back some, to give us space. Completely amused by the whole situation, I held my toy sword in a downward position, squaring off against the short, portly man. As I got ready, I noticed that my feet didn't feel planted firmly to the ground. Instead, they began to feel light and levitational, like they often do in dreams. This began to make me question the events of the dream, but the man attacked before I could reach full lucidity. Parrying his attacks came as absolutely no challenge, though. He was just kind of flailing the weapon about, with absolutely no form or experience, and I was able to knock away his attempts effortlessly, while still trying to keep my footsteps firmly on the floor.

After one more of his lunges, I launched a foot out and kicked his legs out from under him, bringing him to his knees. I'd had about enough, as it is, and reached down, grabbing his weapon and ripping it out of his hand. Immediately, I walked out of the classroom, leaving him there. Moving through the tight hallways, afterward, I finally became lucid. I had originally planned to locate the Dream World Academy, but I was actually kind of impressed by how cool this rapier was. I was also beginning to feel a little claustrophobic in this hallway, and began to suspect that the man I had just humiliated would come crashing through one of these walls, to retaliate. A little uncomfortable - and without any other immediate plan that I could remember - I decided to have a little fun and try an experiment. I attempted to wake myself up and bring the rapier into the waking world with me.

Gripping the sword tightly, I pulled my eyes open to wake up, focusing on the feeling of the sleek steel of the weapon. As if it had instantly turned to sand, I could feel the metallic rod disintegrate in my hand - a strange sensation, that I haven't felt in a while.

Then awake, I wiggled my fingers and looked at my hands to find...well...nothing, of course.