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From 24th March, 2009.
I dreamt that I was staying at an aunt's, much like I did when I was a child. There was nothing particularly unusual that ocurred to me about the room I was in; it looked very much like it did when I was actually staying there: beige wallpaper, deep blue carpet, pine wardrobe in the corner; that sort of thing. My aunt, herself, was there, and handed me a strange looking hand-held gaming system.
It looked something like a glorified USB stick, with a screen, buttons and a little D-pad where the metal part would be. Though it was roughly the size of a Sega Game Gear.
Here's a little scribble of it, based on the one in my notes:
It had a lot of games built in. Most of them were things like Tetris, or assorted RPGs. Whilst cycling through the options, I found some sort of puzzle version of Wipeout. Rather than the usual, behind the vehicle angle, the game had a top-down view, and race courses were actually maps of various places, like the UK, Italy, Greenland.. things like that. They were kind of like big empty rooms, the distinct shape of the country was like the boundary of the gaming map. Gameplay involved racing around these maps at high speed, hunting for certain items and avoiding collisions with other vehicles.
It was very hard to control, your vehicle would constantly slide around as if on ice. After about 4 levels of this, it upped the difficulty by starting to throw more dangerous objects to avoid, like missiles and mines that would appear at random.
The dream eventually changed perspective, and I was now wandering through a very dark, woodland area. Strewn amongst the trees were old arcade cabinets in various states of decay. Though even at that, others were still functional, with screens lit up. There was also a bubbling swamp with skeletons in it for some reason or other.
I quickly realised I wasn't alone in this area, there were other people milling around that I don't know in real life. They were having a sort of gaming party. One of them came up to me and said I should play "Drawing on the DDR Machine".
Said machine was sitting amongst a hilly clearing in the wood, where the dark sky could be seen. It was a deep, deep purple, with a few stars twinkling. The landscape itself was pretty much a black silhouette, so I'm not entirely sure what most of it looked like. On the screen of the arcade cabinet was what looked like the Mii creation from the Wii console. The difference being that there were no face parts, just a blank oval that you were expected to draw a face on, yourself.
Apparently I managed to make lots of mistakes whilst attempting this task, and whenever I did, I was doing that "ctrl+Z" thing that us digital artists tend to do almost on auto pilot, haha. Of course, every time I tried, I realised that there was no keyboard present on the cabinet, and had to press a non-descript button instead.
The dream then changed to me being back in my aunt's room, and I was arguing with a friend over Halo. Apparently I was vehement that it was a terrible game, and he kept retaliating by saying I was taking "shotties".
I woke up after that.
Thoughts and Observations:
A very video gamey dream! ... A very... silly... video gamey dream. :D
I must have been playing them a lot around then, I guess.
I'm sure that strange handheld probably IS a dream-mangled version of my Game Gear. I used to play it all the time at my aunt's, until a cousin broke it, anyway. Fond memories.
I really don't hate Halo quite that much. Sure, I don't think it's the best example of an FPS, but I wouldn't call it an insult to gaming quite like I was in this dream! *laughs* Personally, I prefer Borderlands. :D
Hmm. I guess I don't have much to say, past this was quite entertaining to read over as I was typing. And hurrah for the random scribble in my notes. I should do that more often; it might make things a bit easier to understand when I'm typing stuff up. It would be better than me trying to describe something ridiculous, when my brain is still half asleep and the word 'sandwich' is too big for it. XD
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