…I woke up, then went back to sleep, only to appear in some kind of warehouse. Well, ‘appear’ is a strong word; this part of the dream had me as a third-party viewer with no body, who could not only fly, but also spontaneously shift perspectives at will. The warehouse seemed to store a lot of strange things, most of all lots and LOTS of ceramics of various kinds, in various states of completion (this is actually a recurring theme and I’m not sure why).While I was there, I ran into some older guy with two younger kids, and while at first I had no idea who they were, when they started talking, I got the impression that they were actually Uncle Ford, Dipper, and Mabel from Gravity Falls. It was very difficult to tell outside of voice and mannerisms because the dream wasn’t in Gravity Falls’ style, AND none of them were wearing the clothes from the show.I followed them for a while, when suddenly we ran into… Aberrant. He was surprised to have been ‘found’, but showed no signs of aggression and was, in fact, very in-character. Ford and Dipper were, naturally, not too trusting of him, but Mabel broke that ice pretty quickly, being the sweet girl she is.Aberrant was also somehow aware of me, vaguely acknowledging my presence despite the other three having no idea I was there.After following them for some time, one room we entered turned out to be some kind of strange, large, very cold elevator. When it locked us all in, Ford had an idea of what might be going on, but required everyone to be on guard. He handed out notebooks, and asked everyone (but me, since for the most part he still didn’t know I was there, or at least pretended not to) to keep an eye out and take notes in order to confirm his suspicions.Unfortunately, the lights went out, but Aberrant’s eyes glowed faintly in the dark, and it was implied that he could see perfectly well, as he continued to take notes, which were very wordy and strangely eloquent, ranging from technical observations to internal monologue. However, the room started to get colder, much MUCH colder, to the point of the walls and floor beginning to legit frost up. While the humans huddled together, Aberrant stayed away from them, sitting up against the wall, his breathing slowly escalating to a somewhat panicked hyperventilation.At this point, Ford revealed that he WAS aware of me, or at least had inferred my presence from Aberrant’s behavior, and turned to me to ask, in a very concerned tone, “Hey, is the big guy okay?” But before I could answer, the lights went back on, and the doors opened.Before the three humans could exit, though, Aberrant quickly held out his arm, and did something I never expected; he spoke, simply saying “I’ll go.”His voice was strange in that it was uncannily in line with the in-game Face Monster vocalization, and wasn’t a clear-cut speech; it came across like my 'mute’ tengu rogue for Pathfinder. Her limitations came from having no tongue, so she could only speak with the back of her throat and what little tongue could interact with her mouth there… And in this case, basically, the way Aberrant spoke implied he could only verbalize consonants that can be verbalized with the very back of the throat and with an open mouth, so R, G, H, K/Q, sort-of-L, a weird sort of “ng” variation of N, and a hissy, H-esque S. Since his mentality makes for a surprisingly wordy individual, he’d rather just write instead of fight with those limitations.Back to the dream, though, is that he was surprised when he exited the building, and so was I when I followed, as we appeared in a bizarre, futuristic cityscape. All the beings who lived there, while mostly humanoid, were in varying ranges of glowy humanoid to straight up energy-beings, in very specific colors.It gave the impression of a planet where the Moon Lord’s forces had won and flourished…I woke up again…
