Dream
I can only remember a few fragments of the dreams from last night.
Right before I woke up at 7:45, I was dreaming of brushing my teeth-- evidently had some psychosomatic spitting going on (euch).
After I got back to sleep, things were far more interesting. I'm making some conjecture here, but it seemed like I was a defector from some kind of fighting organization. Everyone in it had a color and a rank. Apparently I was Magenta, ranked tenth. I have some dim memories of fighting a dude in a pit with some floating platforms. But the big fight I remember was against Red, rank 8. He looked like one of the dudes from Undefeatable (warning: ending is violent). I had to stop him from just madly rushing him to get him to explain his motivations. Evidently he and the previous Magenta were good friends who had somehow pulled the same kind of thing as that old joke-- you know the one where she sells her hair to buy him a watch chain, and he sells his watch to buy her a hairpin? Same deal. Only instead of trading gifts, they'd tried to kill each other. Only after Red had killed the previous Magenta did he find out that there was no reason for them to be fighting, like, at all. So now evidently my very existence was an insult because I was nowhere near as good as the other Magenta. Well, I challenged him to mortal combat anyway because otherwise the plot wouldn't move forward. He kept chasing me around a table; every so often he'd speed up. I thought I had the pattern figured out-- wait until he dashes, then turn and punch him while he's committed to his own attack. Just as I was turning around, my alarm went off.
No resolution for me, it seems.
Right before I woke up at 7:45, I was dreaming of brushing my teeth-- evidently had some psychosomatic spitting going on (euch).
After I got back to sleep, things were far more interesting. I'm making some conjecture here, but it seemed like I was a defector from some kind of fighting organization. Everyone in it had a color and a rank. Apparently I was Magenta, ranked tenth. I have some dim memories of fighting a dude in a pit with some floating platforms. But the big fight I remember was against Red, rank 8. He looked like one of the dudes from Undefeatable (warning: ending is violent). I had to stop him from just madly rushing him to get him to explain his motivations. Evidently he and the previous Magenta were good friends who had somehow pulled the same kind of thing as that old joke-- you know the one where she sells her hair to buy him a watch chain, and he sells his watch to buy her a hairpin? Same deal. Only instead of trading gifts, they'd tried to kill each other. Only after Red had killed the previous Magenta did he find out that there was no reason for them to be fighting, like, at all. So now evidently my very existence was an insult because I was nowhere near as good as the other Magenta. Well, I challenged him to mortal combat anyway because otherwise the plot wouldn't move forward. He kept chasing me around a table; every so often he'd speed up. I thought I had the pattern figured out-- wait until he dashes, then turn and punch him while he's committed to his own attack. Just as I was turning around, my alarm went off.
No resolution for me, it seems.