Hovering

Log 1030 - Goddamn Zubats and Other Assorted Stories I have a WILD/DEILD loop to note, if dim and blurry ones. Dream 1 - More WILD Trembling Scene 1 - Nothing But Spin WILD transition in bed. Minutes were spent going on and off of sleep when I tried to move, before I fell to the void properly. Several minutes in, and nothing seemed to change. So, I spun on my back (the easiest way to spin at the time). It took a few more minutes before a scene formed. Scene 2 - Tremors! The visuals were blurred. I was floating around in an unknown home, the floor and furniture made of dark wood. Yet again, my body was shrinking uncontrollably. I ran under a small table, where I hid inside a square niche cut in the wall. Just then, the area shook from the footsteps of someone approaching. I waited to see who this was, only to return to bed. Such trembling persisted until I actually woke up. Dream 2 - Goddamn Zubats Scene 1 - No So Magnificent Darkness Another WILD transition in bed, where I spun back to the void. I tried warping to the previous environment, but could not. So, I thought of TOTMs, and felt summoning a Pokemon was my best bet. I pointed to the darkness, and imagined Flygon appearing, but nothing of the sort happened. Minutes in, I heard my sister supposedly speaking nearby. Shortly after that, the song A Dark Race Becomes Magnificent from Disgaea begins playing. I got distracted thinking about how strange a name that is for a song. Sudden warp. Scene 2 - That is No Flygon! The visuals were very dim. I was in my backyard at early dawn. Once again, I try summoning <PERSON> in the same manner above, to no success. I tried again, this time by spinning in place andshouting the Pokemon's name. Just then, a whirlwind appeared before me. At its center was the silhouette of said creature, hovering in place. The winds calmed, and the Pokemon burst into smoke. Once the mist cleared, I found not a Flygon, but... a <PERSON>. Sigh. It then flew off into the twilight. I also noticed other, much larger shadows scurrying about. More <PERSON>, I was sure, but nothing I could identify. I called out for light, and things did indeed get a little brighter, enough to distinguish more color, at least. Anyway, I thought I would give another go at the task. Once again, I conjured a whirlwind, where I saw <PERSON> clearly forming within. But, like before, it poofed into another <PERSON>. Oh, joy... Transition. Scene 3 - Pitch Black Boogy No visuals. I was in the void again. <PERSON> from Streets of <PERSON> was sounding in the background. I spun on my back again. When things were not changing, I accelerated the spin. But, motion sickness forced me to stop (that is a first). Rather than fight in futility to bring visuals, I just settled on dancing to the tune in pitch darkness (if poorly; dancing is not my strong suit). I went on for minutes until the dream finally collapsed.