Distribution: Tier-4 Clearance, Global League Remnant, Psychic Sanction Required
SUMMARY:
Alola remains the only major region without full collapse or divine silence, but it is not untouched. The Tapus maintain a psychic barrier across the islands that confines Ultra Rift incursions to localized breaches. That barrier comes at a cost. Dreams are fracturing. Visitors report mirrored moons, speech in reverse, and glimpses of Necrozma where light should dominate.
KEY EVENTS:
01:12: Melemele Island experienced a blackout. The moon remained visible but emitted no light. Tapu Koko reappeared near the ruins tied to it, sparking violently and attacking a League observation drone.
03:40: Several children across the islands reported having the same dream — a black sun humming like a flute. When interviewed separately, they all spoke the phrase:
"He is trapped in the prism of waking. Let the night come back.”
04:06: Tapu Lele was observed hovering over open ocean, motionless, encircled by salt rings rising from the sea. On approach, all electronics around failed. One assistant experienced brainwave reversal for thirteen minutes.
06:00: The Aether Foundation has flagged Dreamspeaker Syndrome among staff stationed near Ultra Rift observation posts. Symptoms include memory lapses, false awakenings, and spontaneous chanting in extinct Ultra dialects.
07:29: Flickers of Necrozma were logged in four separate locations simultaneously. In each instance, it appeared to climb some invisible structure, “ascending toward the moon.”
ANOMALOUS ZONES:
Mount Lanakila: The summit wind now emits static. Echoes fail to repeat the same phrase. One researcher tested “What protects us?” and the wind responded “What buries you.”
Poni Island, Ruins of Hope: At dawn, Tapu Fini’s waters turn black for exactly three minutes. The surface shows images of those no longer alive.
Hau’oli City: Multiple cases of sleep paralysis have been reported across nights. Victims state they felt watched from overhead by a dripping mask of light.
Dream Journal Synchrony: Twenty-one independent trainers submitted journals that describe a pale figure walking through Ultra Space, holding a lantern made of stars.
SOCIAL CONSEQUENCES:
Traditional kahunas now wield de facto leadership. Most League facilities are shut or only operate under Tapu sanction.
Shrines to the Tapus are meticulously maintained. In at least three documented cases, Tapu Rage manifested when offerings lapsed.
A movement called the Moonblind has formed. Its members refuse to venture outside after dark, citing recurring dreams of watchers behind reflected water.
RECOMMENDATIONS:
Expand dream journal networks and cross-compare entries weekly across all islands.
Avoid mirror surfaces or reflective glass after midnight.
Reduce or suspend use of Ultra Beast energy for power generation; its hum may act as a beacon.
Enforce Tapu ritual protocols without deviation. The psychic barrier only holds through faith and disciplined practice.
Theory: Characters who are directly representative of Irving and what they mean
LAYER 1: SAFE BETS
Box Guy in the Basement World
REASONING: He literally turns into Irving when you use the angler effect. I don't know if it gets any more clear-cut than that. There's also a bunch of dust bunnies around, and bunnies in general tend to be one of Irving's symbols.
MEANING INTERPRETATION: This is an area pretty tucked-away from everything else (you have to solve a moving box puzzle to get here). Could be representative of how Irving sees himself -- he's hidden himself away in some dusty corner with a bed and a desk and doesn't want to be found.
Pan Flute Player in Boiling Water World (Bestiary Entry #12)
REASONING: In the Curtain Den, if you interact with the racoon dog when you have the wendigo effect equipped, the racoon dog will rapidly switch between forms, switching to the monster at Junction Space and the Pan Flute Player before stopping alltogether. If we follow the logic that the racoon dog is trying to copy Irving, then any forms it switches to are extensions of Irving himself.
There's also the fact that when you go to Lucky's stand with the deer effect equipped, she remarks "A deer, of course..." Her unsurprised response would imply Irving has some sort of history with deer, though what exactly that isn't really the focus of this post (and is also very confusing).
MEANING INTERPRETATION: ???????????????? As previously stated, Irving's relationship with deer is very confusing!! I'll probably tackle it in its own post eventually. Maybe this means that Irving played the pan flute at some point though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The Pan Flute Player has an interesting reaction to the wendigo effect though. They stop playing music and have a shadow cast over their face.
The Monster at Junction Space (Bestiary Entry #3)
REASONING: Same as the Pan Flute Player -- the racoon dog in the Curtain Den transforms into the monster when copying Irving.
MEANING INTERPRETATION: The monster is one of the only chasers in the game, and the only one who chases you unprovoked, but the bestiary makes note of the fact that it's protecting something rather than lashing out in rage. This means that between the chaser and the skeleton key lock, Irving is subconsciously REALLY trying to keep himself away from Junction Space and whatever it represents (which, again, is extremely confusing and not really the focus of this post, though I do have a theory post about that half-drafted). The whole "Am I even in my own dream?" comment from the Bestiary might have something to do with it...
LAYER 2: PROBABLY, BUT COULD BE SOMEONE ELSE TOO
The Shadow from the Incomprehensible Event (Bestiary Entry #22)
REASONING: The incomprehensible event shows a looming figure saying some "incomprehensible words" (though most of them are either symbols of sleep or nothingness, so it's not all that incomprehensible). The person on the left dissolves when the speaking figure utters the character "无" meaning "nothing" or "negative." This resembles ending #1 of Oversomnia in a LOT of ways. The looming figure on the right bears a striking resemblance to the pillars in the Dreaming Serpents World (a resemblance that's somehow even more visually obvious in older versions of the game, as seen in the image on the far right) and the sleep-related symbols also align with the idea of a DREAMING serpent. Ending #1 also shows Irving drowning/dissolving in a green river at the very end before vanishing from reality, which would also align with the event here where the figure on the left dissolves.
MEANING INTERPRETATION: The serpents are a Lot to handle. What they want, where they came from, how real they are and their influence on reality are all questions at the core of Oversomnia's mysteries. To quote the bestiary though, whatever they want, it's probably not good. Either way -- how I see the event is that either the monster approached Irving, or Irving approached it, and the monster ended up meddling in Irving's affairs with the end result of him possibly vanishing. How real this vanishing is and how "real" ending #1 is are up for debate -- the fact you "wake up" after ending #1, get a menu theme, and can then go chat with Lucky about Irving's worries are suggests that ending #1 might just be another dream. Alternatively, maybe Irving DID vanish from reality and the rest of the game is a dream in the afterlife. Or maybe he's been dreaming this whole time and nothing was real, etc etc. Ending #1 and the serpents have a dedicated post coming later too. Anyways, the only reason I hesitate to say with 100% certainty that the dissolving figure IS Irving is because we know for a fact some of his friends are also caught up in this whole serpent business. Lucky's the obvious one given her presence beyond the gate at the very north of the Dreaming Serpents World, but the figure depicted here doesn't resemble her too much (no skirt, no coat, no clover). There's also Irving's friend in Junction Space (bestiary entry #4) who goes through a door adorned with distinctly serpentine iconography. So the dissolving figure could be Irving as seen in ending #1, or it could be one of his friends.
LAYER 3: EHH YOU COULD ARGUE THIS ONE EITHER WAY
Pallid Beings in the Emergency Room (Bestiary Entry #31)
REASONING: A lot of my logic in this is based on two assumptions. Firstly, that the monster protecting Junction Space IS in fact Irving, as I argued earlier in this post. Secondly, that the pallid creatures are sick versions of the monsters from junction space. My reasoning behind that second point is based on an earlier post I made noting that the monster and the pallid creatures have a lot of visual similarities -- primarily white in color, big heads and bodies but small legs and arms, melty, have horns (only present in some pallid creatures), and have black circles around their eyes with black rings around their necks (only present in the pallid creatures still capable of walking). Additionally, the monster at Junction Space will send you to the Emergency Room if you get caught by it.
MEANING INTERPRETATION: Irving might be sick in some way, or had some sort of serious illness before. Could also be a dream-sickness? The monsters are melty, and Irving does dissolve in ending #1. Could be representative of that. There's also this sprite in the left of Irving's bathroom that could be a pill bottle, but it could also just be his laundry detergent -- it's too small to say definitively either way.
Oversomnia does, in general though, have a decent number of "sickly"/"guarding someone" type events. There's obviously the emergency room and the nurse here, but there's also the bat creature protecting the sickly person who you get vampirism from (bestiary entry #6) as well as the monster guarding the wilting flower in the garden center basement (bestiary entry #37) so even if you don't buy this exact comparison, there is some other possible evidence for the broader Irving Illness Theory.
LAYER 4: OK NOW YOU'RE STRETCHING IT
Person on the Pink Beach (Bestiary Entry #9)
REASONING: This theory requires you to believe all the other comparisons I've made up until this point. The only way you get to the Pink Beach is through meeting the ghost in the emergency room by using the tuning fork. If the emergency room and the pallid creatures are already representative of Irving, then anything connecting to them probably is too. Additionally, the figure on the beach is wearing a bone mask, like the Pan Flute Player is, except the Pink Beach figure is covering their whole face. Additionally, both the Pink Beach and Boiling Water World are EXTREMELY pink areas with a focus on water. ALSO the Pink Beach's music is the same as the Title Screen of Oversomnia, which could indicate that the Pink Beach is more important and more broadly emblematic of Irving and his dreams than it initially lets on.
MEANING INTERPRETATION: The bestiary entry for this area reads "Hidden away in a place where it had been forgotten was a beach made of pink sand. The only person on the beach had also been forgotten…" You COULD possibly interpret "the only person on the beach" to mean Irving in this context which could indicate that his friends have forgotten about him, OR he's worried about being forgotten. 50/50 shot on that one, if you believe it at all. Alternatively, it could be representative of something Irving's forgotten about himself. This IS where you get the skeleton key effect after all, and the skeleton key is all about unlocking hidden dreams and hidden memories!!
This post ended up being way longer than I expected. Thanks for reading this far.
Okay... I think I got the freaking out from my system. It’s the 91st day, 13th... week I think. I need to kinda rely on these to tell what day it is now *chuckles*
I’m gonna move into another part of the forest now, since I can’t really go where... that guy was anymore. It’ll be a lot harder to see Evan, so I’ve been spending a lot of time with him the last couple days. He’s so cute, with how tiny he is compared to me.
when i was still conscious enough to hear the youtube videos i had queued as background noise but asleep enough to dream i had a dream that i went outside (without writing down that i left) and kinda walked around and at some point i realized i couldn't get back since the doors are locked now and just kinda continued to walk around. soon after i woke up and then properly fell asleep
I was listening to a podcast recently (I don’t remember which one) in which Julien Baker said (loosely, I don’t remember her exact words) that for a long time, she didn’t really think of herself as a person in her physical body living an embodied life, but rather thought of herself more as a concept outside of her physical existence living in her brain and her anxieties and ruminations, and how unpacking that has impacted her evolving sense of self and identity and how she perceives and is perceived. And it occurred to me that up until very recently, I’ve been doing the same thing.
It honestly feels so freeing and validating to be able to put the feeling into words because the past week or so of feeling like this has been... WILD. At times I feel like I’m just going through the motions as if nothing has changed, other times I feel like I’m drifting in and out of this weird staticky haze where I’m watching my body from the outside, and still there are times where I feel fully and uncomfortably present in my body and hyperaware of everything I do and feel from the breaths that I breathe to the clothes against my skin.
A couple of years ago, a friend asked me what my anxiety felt like. I don’t know (or don’t remember?) why he asked that but I remember telling him that it felt like a really heavy and oppressive haze of static that presses in on me and somehow simultaneously forces me to move and also paralyses me. For the record, I’ve never been formally diagnosed with anxiety, nor have I ever sought out a formal diagnosis, but I’ve felt this way for so long at this point that I’m not sure where the static ends and I begin (as I said in my last journal post). I don’t know if this is like... Anxiety anxiety (with a capital A), but it’s definitely something. And I honestly don’t know what it means to exist without this constant haze of static, because it causes me to spend so much time of my day-to-day existence just caught up in my own head. So much so that it has historically caused me to neglect my personal health and hygiene, and engage in self-harm just to get out of my head and into my body.
Sometimes I think about my anxiety and possible Anxiety and think about all the panic attacks and anxiety attacks I’ve had over the years both in public and in private, and all of the self-loathing and rage and shame, and how I used to hide the little red pencil sharpener in the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink, and how I always wore a rubber band around my wrist even though my hair was already tied up. And then I think about all of the self-discovery and introspection I’ve done in the spaces between all of that, and how it sort of forced me to grow up and be a better person to others, despite the fact that I wasn’t able to be a better person to myself. And I’m not sure how to feel about that. Should I feel grateful? Proud, even? No, not proud, I’m still working very hard to undo all of the shame that I carved into myself back then. Maybe humbled? I suppose what I’m trying to say is that even now it feels weird to treat myself with kindness and recognise that all of the self-harming and self-sabotaging behaviour that my younger self engaged in was objectively Not Good and Not Healthy, because my first instinct is to do all of these mental gymnastics to justify the way I treated and talked to myself and then try to convince myself that all that self-directed anger and destructiveness and hurt was somehow for some kind of higher purpose, or that it somehow makes me a better person than people who haven’t experienced any kind of trauma. Which is honestly kind of fucked up now that I’m typing this out. Ok, I don’t know if I actually believe that experiencing some kind of trauma is required to be capable of introspection or self-awareness. Or maybe I do? I don’t know, I have a tendency to get really pissed off by people who lack self-awareness and think they’re better than they actually are, while also being terrified of being guilty of the exact same thing myself. Simultaneously self-flagellating and self-righteous. Huh. Probably not the most healthy mindset to be inhabiting, to be honest. I really should stop being so concerned about what other people think of themselves and what other people think of me, and instead focus more on what I think of myself.
All that being said, I’d like to think that I’ve since found healthier ways of dealing with myself. I don’t know if it’s enough, but I do think I’m mentally in a better place than I was when I was 13 or 14. But I’m still figuring out what it means to exist in my body and not in my head, because the moments of hyperawareness that I feel fully present in my body are sometimes overwhelming enough to send me spiralling back into my own head. And it’s gotten me thinking more about my sexuality and gender identity, and what it means to exist within that sphere and to have these identities inherently woven into human existence, but... that’s a big bag of worms that I haven’t fully unpacked yet (and I don’t think I’m quite ready to fully unpack yet). Maybe in the next journal post.
I don’t know where I was going with this rambly word salad-y mess. What does it mean to exist? How do I exist as a physical person and not a concept in my own head? Have I actually said anything substantial in this journal post? Probably not. I don’t know, I’m still figuring this whole thing existing thing out, and maybe I’ll never fully figure it out, but I guess it’s still progress from where I was when I was 13 or 14, and maybe that’s enough. For now. Whether or not it continues to be enough is a problem for future me to handle.
I don’t feel right but I don’t know if anything’s wrong. My brain won’t let me think about my true self if I even have one. I have to have one. I’m not at the smallest matryoshka yet but the closest one I’ve got is glued shut. This is all fake though. This isn’t me I’m perfectly fine. God I’m a mess.
Taking pictures and selfies used to be such a great outlet for my creativity. I can’t remember the last time I’ve actually taken a great selfie effortlessly. I’m scared because this is the same thing that happened to me with my writing.
I don’t want to lose my camera abilities because I really DO love the art and creative aspect of it. I’m now scrolling through ig and comparing myself to others which is just depleting my self - esteem. I’m so lazy right now. Ugh I hate it.
It’s the disconnect between seeing uplifting quotes and tips but making it action for me.
