So... I had something else I was gonna say today, but apparently fate had other plans for my postings today. You guys said if I had any weird dreams, you wanted to hear about them, right? I’m pretty sure I said I’d be sure to share if they seemed relevant in nature to the Construct so... fine... looks like I’ve got one.
I woke up from this mess at 2am last night. It was fucking burning up in here. Took a moment to jot down some notes so I wouldn’t forget anything come morning, because like hell I was booting things up to make a blog post in the middle of the damned night while I was still drowsy. Tried to cool off a bit and flopped back down into bed. Took me an hour and a half to get back to sleep... what. the. fuck.
So, how do I describe this? I was in a... place. I get this dystopian future vibe from the setting, but I can’t place it, so for all I know it’s just the run down corner of a city I’m not familiar with at night. Important to note here. Best I can tell, I’m myself in this dream... but it’s clearly established right from the get go... that I’m a Proxy. So... great. Fun times.
There’s some kind of power struggle going on and I’m basically in the middle of the conflict. Apparently there was some kind of upheaval in the ranks and now everyone’s at each other’s throat. Factions are popping up. It’s Proxy Vs Proxy and the Runners are, as usual, caught helplessly in the middle. The Construct doesn’t seem to give a shit either, because he isn’t really doing anything about it. Maybe he enjoys watching them fight. Fuck if I know.
So suddenly I’m tasked with this mission. I’ve got some kind of map wired into my brain and it’s leading me on a specified path through this ruined city-whatever-place. I’m supposed to find this artifact that’s hidden around here, some kind of book. It had a title. Think it ended in a “II” or “2” or something... suggesting there are others like it I guess? But I dunno, didn’t actually get enough of a glimpse to read and remember it. Point is, I’m supposed to be getting this book. Because supposedly it holds a secret that could destroy the “Monster.” I’d like to specifically point out it was called “the Monster” here. I’m pretty sure it was a reference to the Construct, but I want to use the exact wording I remember instead of my usual moniker to make sure we’re clear on that. In case it’s important somehow.
So I find the thing and I’m mentally presented with a choice. And I want to stop again to point out that these next lines are a direct quote, in the sense that I could SEE the words and this is how they appeared... “I realized then that I could burn the book and remain (caged) or I could take the book and be (free)” I don’t think we need to any rocket scientists to figure out what that shit might be referring to. I’m also assuming you can guess that, yeah, I took the fucking book.
But it seemed I couldn’t quite use (or perhaps couldn’t read?) the book myself. Maybe because I was a Proxy? Perception Filter? Maybe the book didn’t contain the rumored wisdom to defeat the Construct after all? Maybe this was only part of the puzzle and I needed more to complete the “weapon?” Like I said, something earlier seemed to suggest there were more of these things. In any event, nothing was happening and I seemed to be leaning towards the conclusion that I was going to need help to actually utilize the thing. Maybe a Runner?
I dunno. Seems like it ends there. It was longer than I’m making it seem. Lots of digital maps moving about and playing through my head as I wandered these apparently ancient structures of stone. Following a carefully inscribed path through the darkness of it all. Constant feeling like I was being followed. Like there were others all around, fighting amongst themselves like children. None of it really made sense. And I didn’t get a repeat when I finally got back to sleep... so there’s really not much more to add.
I don’t think it was an instance of localized Construct activity. Everything seems normal today. Seemed fine last night. Just a weird ass dream. Pretty sure I’m still safe. No worries here.
But I’m sure some of you are trying to decipher my “dream” now. That or trying to figure out if I’m just full of shit or not. Well... not much I can tell you. It was a dream. I really had it. This is the best recollection of it that I can give after a shitty night’s sleep and an early morning wake up call. In all likelihood it was nothing more than an elaborate fantasy constructed by an overactive imagination. So if you’re analyzing this seriously, then at least try and take everything with a grain of salt. And that’s it. Basically. I’m done.
....So, F&C, I’m apparently dreaming about you now. Should we start writing slashfic or is it too soon?