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[engnikki]

The culinary realm

Been a while. But it’s also been a while since I last had a dream of any remark.

Imagine a world, or maybe an empire if that’s what you prefer, where culinarianism is the height of society. Who controls the very engines of society, who writes the laws and directs the capital, trades, and goods, are all chefs of the highest caliber. And at the very peak of it all, the head honcho, is one chef, the best in the world, no one else even compares. The height of this society is to have this chef taste your meal, and to be judged for it. To even reach the point where he will personally taste your meal is a long and arduous competition.

In the end, 3 people made it, including myself.

However, while the other 2 competitors are actual chefs (I think one made a fish dish and the other a steak dish), I was an engineer. A culinary engineer, but still.

In order to help us prepare the best dishes we can, from the point we are accepted into the competition until the point we present our dishes, we have been placed literally above the law. You can go anywhere, and do anything, rape, murder, take and use property, all in the name of creating a most magnificent dish for the chef to enjoy.

I decided to create a gumball.

And then for some reason the other chefs and I got changed as if we were going swimming at this point in my dream (?)

And then, I set about making the gumball. And what a glorious gumball it would be. However, it would be tasteless, as taste was not what I desired for this gumball. I wanted it to be an experience. I wanted to distill the very essence of something into a gumball.

My original idea, in fact, was not a gumball, but a steak sauce. A steak sauce that tasted exactly like a salad. We literally poured a bunch of salads into a machine, grabbed a giant lever with a team of men and ran in circles grinding it down in a funnel. I decided the technology was better spent on distilling the essence of something besides salads however.

So what did I distill in the end? The very essence of youth. I enlisted the help of a gumball factory, and we carried around a non-descript machine with a horn that absorbed essence, and we used this to create two gumballs, one for testing, one for presentation.

The gumballs were black, and upon their creation were a bit together, but only the outer paint part, so the only effect was the shells looked a bit cracked. I wasn’t happy about this since it was for presentation to the head chef, but I dared not alter it in any way, else I might end up damaging what I had created.

Finally, the presentation arrived. Should we succeed, we would be head chefs, the very top of society, and dictators of policy. The two in front of me presented their dishes, I cared not for them, I don’t even know their results. I was only focused on my gumball.

The plate I used was an ordinary white plate, but in the center of the plate was a depression in the shape and size of the gumball. Obviously the gumball was inside of it.

“Chef, today, I have for  you an odd one. A gumball. However, this is my greatest work so far, it may well be my magnum opus. When you put it in your mouth, and chew, you will taste nothing. Well, you’ll taste whatever gum base tastes like. It might even be a bit bland and shitty. However, I ask that you continue to chew the gum for 45 seconds. The effects should kick in at around 25 seconds, but I just want to make sure you get the experience. I expect complete and utter quiet from everyone else for the entire duration of this.”

And so the chef took the gumball, placed it in his mouth, and chewed. No one dared to breathe. In his chair, he chewed, and then....he relaxed.

He smiled.

He slowly chewed for a while, it could have been half an hour, but no one would have cared if this had gone on for 8 hours or more, we were all transfixed, on the chef. His smile was the most relaxed smile anyone had ever seen on the man.

He finished. And spoke:

“Well, aesthetics and taste obviously get a 0. However, the experience was truly divine. It felt as if I was with my friends, having fun as kids do. Going to the beach. Relaxing by the pool. Attending school... You are obviously not a chef, but you more than pass. I am making you our Chief Engineer.”

And so it was. I became Chief Engineer, for my wonderous gumball.

[engnikki]

Flying is fun

Interesting dream. Had a dream I could fly by flapping my arms while wearing a hoodie. So that was really fun. Started off.... I don’t remember who was with me, but there was definitely a lot of people with me, in a multi-leveled building. It had 3 levels to it, and I was sleeping at the back, on the highest level. Unfortunately, some kind of crazy Pyramidhead-type killer was also there. He killed some people, and was specifically trying to get to me (hey, it’s my dream, ya know?) but for some reason he stopped to let me sleep a bit (heh, sleeping in a dream). For the record, no one was running from him, I seemed to be the only one really concerned except for like one other person who I think was the leader of the group who told me I would be fine, he probably wouldn’t come after me for a few hours. Well, at some point I woke up (in dream, mind you, I was still asleep in real life), and he was talking directly in my mind. I don’t remember what he said, but I noped the fuck out, and simply rolled over the side of the 3rd level down to the first (it had a circular design, not dissimilar to my school’s main building design, with a large open center), and started flying away. For some reason I didn’t fly very far, simply over to the next over rooftop, and fell asleep behind some blinds (what?). Why these blinds were on the outside of the house, and why I fell asleep behind them is anyone’s guess. I met someone else, but I don’t remember our interactions. After that, I had some hardcore flying to do. I was in a trailer next, and I had to sell something in order to take the money to buy some spinach for some hamsters we had. So I had to fly all the fucking way to San Francisco of all places to do so. I saw some movie while I was there, and flew back, pretty tired. I had a point where I thought “This is all real, isn’t it?”. Next I ran into a mansion-like property I encountered on the path to SF(Entered a bit later, remembered I dropped some spinach on the road and had to collect it), but this time there was people there. They were younger than me, but they shared my interest in anime, so one of them wrote down a list of communication requirements he had in ketchup on the wall, one of which was a cropped picture of myself. He also particularly liked the show Freezing, which I havent seen yet, but heard of. I’ll go download it later. As a note, I was acutely aware of the Pyramid-head guy’s schedule for some reason, and he was pretty close trying to kill me. We went to a different trailer from the one I was originally in, and my associates made me some breakfast for some reason, like, omelettes and stuff, on a stove. We were out of milk though, and I asked them about why they didn’t want to eat breakfast, and they responded their meal schedules didn’t work that way, they usually skipped breakfast. I checked the clock and it slightly surpassed Pyramidhead guy’s schedule, and then I woke up. I assume I lived due to the times between the schedule and the clock.

Sorry about the format of this post, but I’m in a rush this morning.

Edit: A few things I forgot to mention. In the multi-level open room, except the one guy who talked to me, no one was concerned about pyramidhead guy, everyone was fine being next to him, and even sleeping next to him before he slaughtered them. I vaguely remember one of them wearing pink, and another wearing black, and another wearing red, and another wearing red, amongst other colors, though black and pink are the only two I explicitly remember, and the latter two colors might be figments of my imagination. Can’t tell. Secondly, the room with the blinds on the outside did in fact have an interior, a room which I entered at some point (but never transitioned, i.e, I never went through a window, just appeared inside or outside of the room). The room was small, square, and empty of furniture, with hardwood flooring, and sunset filtering through the windows, regardless of the real time of day, slotted by the blinds. In addition, I’m not 100% sure if it was the room with the blinds I slept in like I mentioned earlier, or just a nearby room. Also not sure if I mentioned it above or not, but I was talking to other flying person near that area, and told them that I slept in the blinds, and wasn’t sure why I was an idiot and did that. These are like, those plastic blinds that you could bend and shit if you wanted. Not exactly a comfy bed. I think we also talked about the pyramidhead guy a little bit. I also remember flying over the city. It was pretty beautiful and fun. I remember at one point I had to scratch my face, so I used one arm to rub it while flapping with the other and it impacted my flight by causing me to tilt to one side, then I switched arms for the task, and I tiled to the other side. I think this is all I can remember about the dream in total, except maybe that the path to SF and back was mostly the same, or rather the neighborhood was similar looking on the way back, with the mansion house.

Edit2: I don’t exactly recall if the pyramidhead guy actually looked like pyramidhead, I can only say he gave off the same feeling as him. In addition, I felt very strangely COMPELLED to write this story down, with as much detail as possible. Very Strange.

[engnikki]

A (fun?) trip to Vegas

So, I dreamt last night that I went to Las Vegas. I know it’s a dream I’ve had before, but I don’t remember when. Anyway, I say it’s Vegas, but I don’t remember it looking at all like Vegas, or seeing any casinos or anything. It’s probably my own fault, since I think I remember thinking about casinos before I went to sleep. I can’t actually remember if it was before or after I fell asleep though, but I remember thinking that I would like to enter a casino and hear a certain casino song that I thought was from an old Sonic game, but I can’t find it anywhere, and all the ones I listened to now to try and link it didn’t fit...

Anyway, I’m getting off-topic. I was in pseudo-Vegas, and the city is apparently split into two factions, a red one, and a blue one. I don’t actually remember if they had any significant differences to them. By just going to Vegas and staying there you joined a side, depending on where you stayed. I became a spy for the blue side. I was crawling through an office building, when I heard some people moving and looking around behind me. To get away from them, I went down the stairs... and ran into a couple of cubicle guys. But then I realized this was a blue side building anyway, so they just looked at me like I was a dipshit and I left. I then decided to go to the red side to try to be useful. My method of movement was a bit weird though... Imagine, if you leaned really far back, you wouldn’t just fall on your ass, but instead you moved forward, by sliding weirdly along the ground. So I do this for a bit, until I reach a plaza, when some black guy in a yellow shirt and tie tells me to stop doing that, it makes me look weird (Well, he isn’t wrong). So I straighten up, and somehow my pants are down. I fix that, then I ask him as he’s walking away if he was one of my old teachers, since he looks vaguely familiar... He says he was a teacher in Fayatteville (a small municipality in North Carolina, kind of near where I used to live in that state, but I never really had any reason to go there), so I just say “Oh, okay, never mind then.”, and leave, and continue to red territory.

Now, since I’m already established as not very smart in this dream for some reason, I decide to go directly to the enemy headquarters, a bar where all the heads of the red guys hang out. I go in there, and they all confront me, and I don’t remember what questions they ask me. Eventually the big boss guy says I must be a blue spy who has a subscription pass to go anywhere... and I remember only this more visually, because it was like this one bit, where the lead red says that, I saw it as if it was a comic panel, closed up on his face. How bizarre.

That’s it for today. I’ve got a bit of a headache, so I’m gonna try to not do much for a bit. I already took some ibuprophen before I came here to type this, anyway.

[engnikki]

First post

So this is my dream journal. I decided to start one of these because I started dreaming, and I wanted to remember them. That’s really all there is to it.

Obviously I can’t control when/if I dream, so anyone’s guess on how often I can update, if by some odd chance someone actually reads this.

Oh right, the title is shorthand for “English Nikki”.

Anyway, to start, I’ll post about the dream I had last night, and a couple of details of small dreams I had previously that I can vaguely remember.

I should have done this earlier, when I could remember more... But what I remember is me dreaming that I killed my dog. I fucking love my dog, but I for some reason hit her over and over, but I can’t remember what I used. I want to say it was a sword, but I think I made that up after the fact when reflecting upon the dream. So, to clarify, whatever weapon I used didn’t inflict any visible physical harm onto my dog, but it was like an RPG, where she took damage, then died, and respawned. I feel like I knew she would respawn the first time, but she wouldn’t after that, and I took her out a second time anyway. I remember vividly seeing my poor fucking dog die in front of me and her head lolling as she fell, eyes open but completely black ( I don’t know why I want to say that, they weren’t completely black, they had her usual green to them, but it felt right to type that.) and she was just dead. And then, I felt so horrible, so fucking guilty, I actually woke myself up 3 hours earlier than I would normally wake up, just from pure guilt. I felt like hugging my dog and imagined in bed turning myself in and begging the judge to give me jail time and running off to become an animal rights activist who volunteers at shelters and shit like that. Sadly I couldn’t actually go hug my dog immediately, because she was asleep with someone else in my household, but fuck me that hit me hard.

I guess I’ll also talk about those vague recollections of some past dreams I had. Recently I dreamed I was at an airport, and I talked to the people at the front desk. I was late, and they were in a rush, so they decided to announce over the loudspeaker to the entire airport that I should be let through the airport security immediately, and with little hassle (Can you imagine what would happen if this happened in real life?) Anyway, I went to security, and was told to cut to the front of the line. Now, for some reason this wasn’t like normal airport security, where you go through a scanner, but just walked up to a desk and talked to a security agent instead. Well, that was later, the first guy was someone who actually is present at airports, the guy who takes your ID and matches it to your ticket, in order to verify you actually have a flight. So I walk up to him, and I remember him hassling me, and saying he didn’t care what nonsense I was talking about, I shouldn’t cut in line. So I had to tell him to call the front desk, and wait like thirty seconds for him to argue with them, before he finally lets me through. Nothing memorable happened in the second checkpoint, but then I get to the third checkpoint, and there’s a human there. (well, no shit sherlock!) By that, I mean I couldn’t tell if they were male or female. Anyway, I said to them: “Hi, I was the one they were talking about on the loudspeakers, can you please let me through here?” and they just go OFF on my ass, like: “How can you be so fucking rude, I can’t believe how disrespectful you were to me just because I’m a transdemon otherkin nethersquirrel, you people should be ashamed of how untolerant you are and...” That’s pretty much all I remember about that. I eventually got them to call the front desk, but by the time they were done successfully harassing me, I was too late for my flight. So I just floated out of line (I mean, it’s a dream right?) and left. Yep.

Only a couple of other small tidbits I can remember about some other dreams. I once dreamed about the anime “Sankarea” after not having watched or read anything about it in like a year, and my brother brought up the show out of nowhere later and it freaked me the fuck out. And I also remember one dream where I had attached a square of wooden poles and rope by rope to an airplane and stood in it while it flew off, flying behind it effectively (please don’t try this at home), and takeoff consisted of... how to say this... starting one direction, turning around about a hundred times faster than any real aircraft could do, and then the real takeoff going between a horizontal slit of buildings.... Imagine as if there was an overhand over another building, and for some reason the pilot decided flying out that way was the best idea. Well, whatever, I didn’t end up hurt at all in that dream. Actually, I think I had that dream, or a dream along that same line two nights in a row. But I can’t say for certain.

And that’s all for my first post.

I’m gonna go hug the shit out of my puppy dog now (though she’s not actually a puppy, she’s kind of like the equivalent of a 50-year old woman).