Dream from October 3rd
Dream 10/3/2025
[Transcribed from journal]
I just woke up from a crazy dream. It was set in Minecraft and this girl Mary had control over everything. She had everyone trapped. But I escaped and I found a flute and a piccolo and ran off. I figured out how to use commands so I put myself in creative mode and flew far away, then I teleported myself to the coordinate origin, which was a flat, green plain [11/7 insert: in Minecraft this is known as a āflat worldā or āsuperflatā] with a tall obsidian wall in the distance. But because I had touched the ground again after running away, I got this weird effect that slowly killed me. It finished me off in an ice cave. [11/7 insert: I think I fell through the ground into the ice cave but Iām not sure. Also I lost the flute and piccolo because I died.] But then the dream kind of changed and there were some parallel realities. There was the normal one, there was a space one, and there were more. I remember the normal one being jungle-like, and someone found me a plant thing that looked like a piccolo [11/7 insert: It was bulbous, tubular, and black] so I bit holes in it and tried to play and it did play a few notes. There was a large gravel path that split into two many times. We were running down the path to get away from something I think but there were some weird hostile predator creatures that chased us back up. I decided to climb a tree. There were two very bushy trees and then one interesting one where the leaves hung around it in a cube with no top or bottom. I sat on a bushy tree but it was too low to the ground so I climbed onto the box tree (which had the color pattern of the German flag) and waited. The boxtree was next to a house so I went in the house (there wasnāt a roof) and somebody started feeding me potions they were testing out, which didnāt work but made me nauseous. And eventually I went into the space reality, there wasnāt much so people needed resources. There were some glowing blocks but I know I loved the space reality. I canāt remember much of this dream anymore which is sad because I wanna write a story based off this dream. [11/7 insert: When I said āI canāt remember much of this dream anymoreā I was referring to everything else that had happened in the dream. The sentence is mildly ironic because clearly I did remember a lot.]











