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Dreams are a strange place for me. As a rule, they're remembered fragmentally, with only the strangest parts recalled and magnified.
This being said, I'm not sure what to make of these recent ones. First came one in which I was with my father, either at an anime convention or on Halloween, watching a young woman getting into a costume. I gathered that it was of The Fury, since she had the helmet and jet pack, and under further contemplation, I suspect that the woman was Yumi Kikuchi, a very meta thing on my part to dream. My father then asked me about the Cobras; where they died, specifically, as if he wanted to retrieve the remains to give them proper burials. So I methodically went through the list, remarking on things like how there probably wouldn't even be bones left of The End, since he was so old and decrepit.
Then I had a sudden realisation and said: "But no, wait, they all blew up, so there aren't any remains after all."
I love my thought process.
Last night came another fragmental one. The bulk of the dream, I was an amnesiac 30-something Raiden, post MGS4. I don't know why I wasn't a cyborg ninja or why I had no memories of Rose, the child, Snake, etc., but there I was, Raiden with amnesia, lying on my side on the sunbleached deck of a ship. Later parts of that same sequence saw me following Amelia and Suzannah, two of my RL friends, around a low-ceilinged, dimly lit shopping center full of "authentic" Mexican restaurants, either in search of my lost memories or a decent meal.
Finally came a short sequence where I was no longer Raiden. I wasn't myself, either. All I can remember, in fact, was that I was in posession of a very thick, bristly mustache. I still have a vivid sensation in my mind of it. It was... extremely pleasant and gratifying. So now awake, I long for a mustache that I never had in the first place. I don't even like mustaches.
This being said, I'm not sure what to make of these recent ones. First came one in which I was with my father, either at an anime convention or on Halloween, watching a young woman getting into a costume. I gathered that it was of The Fury, since she had the helmet and jet pack, and under further contemplation, I suspect that the woman was Yumi Kikuchi, a very meta thing on my part to dream. My father then asked me about the Cobras; where they died, specifically, as if he wanted to retrieve the remains to give them proper burials. So I methodically went through the list, remarking on things like how there probably wouldn't even be bones left of The End, since he was so old and decrepit.
Then I had a sudden realisation and said: "But no, wait, they all blew up, so there aren't any remains after all."
I love my thought process.
Last night came another fragmental one. The bulk of the dream, I was an amnesiac 30-something Raiden, post MGS4. I don't know why I wasn't a cyborg ninja or why I had no memories of Rose, the child, Snake, etc., but there I was, Raiden with amnesia, lying on my side on the sunbleached deck of a ship. Later parts of that same sequence saw me following Amelia and Suzannah, two of my RL friends, around a low-ceilinged, dimly lit shopping center full of "authentic" Mexican restaurants, either in search of my lost memories or a decent meal.
Finally came a short sequence where I was no longer Raiden. I wasn't myself, either. All I can remember, in fact, was that I was in posession of a very thick, bristly mustache. I still have a vivid sensation in my mind of it. It was... extremely pleasant and gratifying. So now awake, I long for a mustache that I never had in the first place. I don't even like mustaches.