I dream very often, and I’ve had lots of videogame-inspired dreams in the past, but the one I had the other day was, by far, the weirdest I’ve ever had. It was even worse than that one about me in a kwama nest (kwamas are some huge termite-like creatures in The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind), wearing a chainmail and wielding a silver sword, and trying to defend the kwama queen from a group of Arx Fatalis goblins.
In the dream, I wasn’t me. Well, I was me, but I looked like a tall, quite handsome guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, and I and some other people were looking for something. Someone captured us all, though, and locked us, hanging by the wrists, in a room where we were tortured by a swarm of grey fleas as big as my little finger’s nail. I fainted, but I soon recovered and managed to escape, my body covered in tiny circular scars.
I found myself lost in a maze of white, aseptic rooms, with a rusty, big and unusually long iron wrench in my hand, defending myself from a crowd of insane, aggressive people. The weird thing was that these people existed only in the past, and that if I’d go back to the present (and a couple of times I did) the place was empty and dirty.
At some point I ended up in a big room full of people, with a huge window on the right and some stairs. Among the others, there were two dull, ugly, elderly ladies who were very kind to me. One of them was tall and had white, curly hair, while the other one was shorter than me (shorter than the “real” me, which means she was really short), with black hair and a strange hairstyle. At this point, I thought that maybe I was looking for my mother, and I found myself in the arms of a woman dressed in white wool, with the same weird hair as the other one but younger and very beautiful. And, in the dream, she was my mother. When she let me go, though, I was “me” (that is, a 1.50 m tall young woman with long brown hair and glasses) again, and the people in the room didn’t seem to like that very much. I tried to defend myself, but when I tried to hit the two ladies all I could do was touch them weakly with the wrench. So I started to swing it around, and somehow reached the door at the top of the stairs.
A weird industrial elevator brought me to a small room filled with creepy red light, with rusty metal walls and big machineries. In the next room, I rushed up some more stairs and fell on a wooden pedestal with an object that looked like a tiny volcano made of transparent plastic on it. For some reason, the door that brought to the small red room was not at the top of the stairs, and I knew that I was back in the present. I left the pedestal and opened the door. The room was now full of white light and very dusty, and instead of the machineries there were only a big armchair made of dark leather, with a crocheted round thingy on it, a big glass displayer and a gramophone with two red LED lights on it, playing some music from Bioshock (Dancers on a String, the one from Fort Frolic). The moment I heard that music, I knew that was what I’d been looking for all the time.
And then I woke up with a start, and scared my cat to death.
This dream was brought to you by Portal, Half-Life 2 and Bioshock. I should stop playing videogames, really. Now, if you will excuse me, someone’s at the door. It must be that Cthulhu guy who called me earlier.
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