Dreamscape Garden

My dream was mostly about Tai. I don't remember most of it, but what I do remember I remember clearly. In one part the digidestined were fighting a very powerful digimon, and they lost. (I know it's an outrage!) Tai stayed back to give the others a chance to flee. Then suddenly I was someone else, I don't know who, and the group, minus Tai, stopped to rest, thinking that they were out of danger. Moments later Tai and Agumon came running with the evil digimon mere steps behind them. Most of the digimon and digidestined were hurt or killed. Tai was given the chance to begin it all anew, but he would have to bear the burdon of remembering everything. He agreed.
One other thing I remember is them fighting a digimon and Palmon couldn't remember how to digivolve. She kept saying, "Palmon digivolve to..." Agumon kept telling her Togemon, but she didn't seem to hear him.
That's about all I remember. Weird isn't it?

I think I was Tai most of the time, because I didn't see him much. I remember that all the digimon and characters were the same, but it was really different. Tai had Gatomon, Matt had Tentomon, Joe had Biyomon, Izzy had Gomamon, Mimi had Patamon, Sora had Agumon, T.k. had Palmon, and Kari had Gabumon. We couldn't fight the bad Digimon though. I think that came from the one where Myotismon finally gets destroyed.

BEWARNED! My dreams are on the lengthy side. These dreams have had time to accumalate because I'm rather shy about them. I've actually had more, including DBZ and Gundam Wing, but I figure four of my digimon dreams is enough to tell you about. I even drew pics when I'd first had the dreams, including my crest. I'm really into writing down my dreams and making sketches of the things I've seen and the layouts of the places, and I've been doing this for about five years and I think I'm getting good at it! But atleast I've always been told I have cool dreams. So, here you go.

#1: I was standing amongst the digi-destined as they discussed the matter at hand: me. I'd only known the digi-destined for a short while, and though I felt I'd proven my trust-worthiness, they were still undecided. I did have a digivice and tag, but I had no digimon what-so-ever. What I'd been doing with my time there in the digi-world was become a terroist and a sharp thorn in the side of the Dark Master that supremed in the swamps. The Dark Master's fortress was in a well gaurded and heavily armed pryamid, and my own "fortress" (better known as hideout) was within some old ruins that, because of its destructed state, made a great hiding place and easy escape (though it wasn't good against the elements).

"Don't you remember Daimon?!" Tai queried his team.

Being leader, Tai was my largest antagonist. I couldn't blame him for not trusting me; any of them for that matter. Besides, Tai was only protecting his team. I couldn't fault that.

I turned and left the room, looking back momentarily to meet the eyes of Matt. I didn't need to be there; they discussed me so openly I wasn't really there anyway.

We'd formulated a plan of attack on the Dark Master. I felt like I was really going to get somewhere that time since I had digimon to back me up. It felt like I had in my hands my own tiny militia for guerilla warfare. The plan was that I would sneak in and hack into the pryamid's mainframe from one of the terminals I'd known about. I'd always used it before when I'd play terroist, causing black outs and all sorts of sabotage. Once the pyramid's defenses were down, the digimon, along with their human counterparts, would storm the place.

And just how would I get in? A secret passage, of course!

The reason that I had to go it alone and not just simply attack with the digimon from the inside was that the pyramid's tunnels and rooms were too small for a large crowd, digivolving, or any real fighting. We also didn't want to bring the house down on ourselves, either. Izzy wanted to come with me, but it wasn't neccessary because I was familiar with the computer system, and besides, I needed him and Tentomon out front. The more the better, I thought.

I had five minutes.

I reached the terminal, a huge thing set in the sandstone wall. As I mettled with the system I encountered a new firewall, which imediately locked the key functions. A silent alarm!?

I turned to run, but the floor erupted a huge vined plant. It grew with tremendous speed, catching me around my waist, pulling me to it, lifting me up. I was afraid it was going to suffocate me, but once I was firmly imbeded within it ceased. About that time three Numemon rushed to greet their expected intruder. They taunted me a while before deciding to use me as target practice.

I prayed, closing me eyes and preparing for smelly impact.

"Blue Blaster!" The unsuspecting Nuemon fried, still in their throwing stances. Matt!

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "It's over! Get out!"

"We followed you to make sure you were okay," he retorted as Gabumon viciously attacked my entanglements. "You don't exactly have a digimon, you know!"

Gabumon shook his head of guilty failure as Matt took his turn at it, trying to pull the thick arms of the plant away from me. There just wasn't time. I repeated myself, panicking.

Matt perspired, insisting, "We can't just leave you here."

"You have to! It's over; go tell the others I failed! If you don't, they're gonna die!"

Matt motioned for Gabumon to go, and I protested to his staying.

"I can't leave you here!" he yelled, taking to the vines his pocket knife.

I smiled down at him, my heart melting like butter.

Matt and I'd been running through the pyramid's narrow, torch lit halls that streched on forever. Our former path of escape had been closed off to us when I tried pushing the terminal's buttons to see if I couldn't get something to work. It was a desperate act, and rather stupid once I thought about it.

We dodged into an empty science lab to rest a minute. It seemed as though we'd only been running in circles. The lab had it all, everything from bunsen burners to graduated cylinders. I didn't know where we were; I'd never dared stray from my secret exit or that closest terminal. And since I always used that terminal, it wasn't really a surprise that I'd get caught by that vine trap. Some help I was.

Some help, indeed. I hoped my recklessness hadn't gotten everybody killed. If it had, Matt and I were next. I didn't deserve their trust at all. "You all hate me, don't you?"

Matt didn't understand what I meant.

I shook my head. "You don't trust me, and it's not like I deserve it anyway with the mess I've gotten us all into."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is." I said, not letting him lie to me. "I don't even have a digimon. And I'm apparently like this 'Daimon' character Tai spoke of."

Matt fell silent, then. "You're not like Daimon at all-"

"Doesn't matter; you don't trust me. And why should you anyway?" I said, more to myself than to him.

"-And I don't care what Tai thinks." he continued. "You're my friend, of course I trust you."

"Really?"

He nodded. I was overcome with emotion. I couldn't help myself; I hugged him. "Thank you. I trust you too, Matt."

Suddenly from my right I saw a white glow. It came from a dead bonsai, and upon it was the ghost of a design. It was my crest; the Crest of Faith (also known as the Crest of Trust).

Renewed, we left the room, finding the Dark Master already waiting for us. He said he was surprised that I was able to extract the Crest from the bonsai. He furthered his "bad guy spiel" by telling me he had no idea that I could do it. He'd tried continously, even to the point of killing the tree. But now that it was successfully and fully extracted, he wanted it.

Of course.

Matt stood defensively ahead of me, telling me to run. He was going to hold them off. "Go!"

Numemon emerged from the small force backing the Dark Master. They took careful aim. Matt's resolve melted, saying at the sight of them, "Umm... I change my mind!"

He took my hand, pulling me with him as he ran. "C'mon!"

We sped, praying for no deadend. The Numemon missed us, but the faster digimon were just an arm's length behind us. My heart pounded viciouslyas I clenched Matt's hand so tightly my knuckles turned white.

#2:We'd gotten back to the real world, appearing at the camp whence we'd left. I had a nasty welcoming committee awaiting me. I was taken immediately to the hospital where I learned that just that day my parents' train derailed, putting them both in critical condition. I was permitted to see my mom, her condition was slightly better than my dad's, and I just stood there staring at her comatose form in horror. I didn't cry, I couldn't. You only cry for dead people, I thought, and they were both going to be just fine. Doubt challenged me, but I was resolved to be optomistic.

The doctors asked me if I had any family. I was an only child, and the only other family in Tokyo were my aunt and step-uncle. Fortunately they were in my original school district, so I didn't have to change schools. Unfortunately, they were very poor. They had a tiny, run-down apartment. There was no real furniture, save the TV that sat on the floor in front of the "couch", the kitchen table, and the twin bed my relatives somehow shared. I slept and ate on the couch, which was only a few couch cushions on the floor. The kitchen table sat only two in the claustrophobic, windowless kitchen, and they owned no other chairs, so I sat on the couch to eat, excluded from any real dinner conversation. But they did their best. It came down to, though, that I would have to either try to get a job illegally to buy my own food or make them starve. Mimi found out; it slipped out over the payphone, and she immediately decided to board me.

I had to transfer schools. Although transfering schools was a nightmare, I got to go to school with Mimi and Matt.

It was nice living with Mimi at first, but she was always dying her clothes pink. That was discerning to me, especailly when she wanted to dye mine. She pouted, and told me that if I wasn't going to let her dye them, she'd buy me some new clothes (but not pink, I said). She did take me out on a shopping spree, but the only thing I'd let her buy me were a pair of gloves fashioned in simularity to her own. I got rid of my fleece jacket, and let her put up my hair in a ponytail.

On our way home we ran into Tai and Matt. Mimi made a big deal of me to them, which was incredibly embarrasing. "Doesn't she look nice?" she asked.

"Yeah." Tai agreed, but he looked more like he didn't really understand.

Matt didn't say anything, I didn't think he really got it either.

We teamed up, Tai and Mimi taking the lead with Matt and I following quietly behind. Suddenly Mimi and Tai wanted to split up, leaving Matt and me alone. They were embarrasing to Matt and me for they said flirtacious things to us about ourselves to eachother.

I blushed. Was I really so transparent?

Matt and I talked a bit, just idly walking. I teased him about something, and he didn't take my humor too well for he dashed off suddenly, almost in tears (*Note from reality: I wish I could remember what it was I had said, but in must've been mean spirited o.O*). I chased after him, trying to tell him I was sorry, but I don't think he heard me in the crowd. I kept my eye on him as best I could, but I lost him anyway.

I realized I didn't know where I was.

I tried retracing my steps, or what I THOUGHT were my steps, but nothing looked familiar, no landmark, street sign, or store name rung a bell. Just to give you an idea of what I was up against: Tokyo is bigger than New York. Not only that, but I had no money. I also didn't know Mimi's phone number or address either. I cursed myself because just earlier that day I'd thought about writing it down and carrying it with me. 'But no,' I told myself, 'I'll be with Mimi the whole time!' HA!

Weak and frightened out of my wits I finally camped out on a bench (possibly for the night). I sat there, staring at my reflection in a store window front. I watched my image play hide and seek with me through the quick bodies of rush hour. It was sunset before I knew it, my own fear must have paralyzed me into a state of near suspended animation. I stretched my legs and paced, staring at the sight of Tokyo and its people as I fought with myself on wether or not I should start walking. On one hand, I realized I couldn't find anything if I didn't look for it, and on the other hand I realized that if Mimi was looking for me, I'd have greater chances of being found if I stayed where I was.

I decided on the latter.

It was just after dark when the streets cleared for the night crowd. I heard approaching feet. I looked up from the pavement at my feet in hopes that it was Mimi, but with the reality in mind that it was just some businesssuited stranger. That had happened so many times.

But not this time.

"Mimi!" I jumped up and ran to her. With her was Tai, and a slow moving Matt far behind, looking down at the ground when he saw me looking at him.

Mimi told me that she'd waited "forever" for me at the subway stairs that we had come up in the beggining, and, finally, she called Tai, and Tai called Matt, who was supposed to have been with me.

Matt said nothing.

I could've killed him. "What did you go and run off for!? Don't you care!?"

"I didn't know you didn't know your way around." he said defensively. Obviously he'd been chewed out once or twice already. "I didn't know!"

"Aren't you the least bit sorry?!"

He dropped his harsh tone. "Yes, I care.... I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Nothing more was said. I didn't know wether or not to forgive him. I wanted to, but was he really sorry, or would he do it again? Could I trust him to escort me places?

We walked to the subway station's stairs, one street parrallel to where I had been.

As we started down the stairs and I could see Matt's face clearly in the light, I saw in his soulful windows of blue guilt and sorrow.

'Yeah, I trust you, Matt. I do.'

#3:My uncle took me in, and I left the Tokyo area for Kyoto to the south. My uncle was a doctor, and could afford the expensive rural area. I never thought I'd miss living with Mimi.

I was incredibly lonely, my uncle was a bachelor. It was a good distance to anybody, so making neighboorly friends wouldn't be quite so easy. My uncle could prove to the government that he had a place to park his car, and he drove it to the hospital for work, but didn't have time to drop me off at school. So instead I took his bike, riding it first to the nearest train station. After I got off the train I'd walk the rest of the way to school. My travel time took roughly an hour. Since school started at 7:00, I theorically should've been up by 5:00. But my uncle insisted that it was important for me to not only attend after-school clubs and jukus, but also before-school activities. That all started at 6:00, so he woke me up at 4:00. My after-school activities and jukus left me out late, so I didn't get home until around midnight.

I sighed. Such is the life of a japanese student. "Snooze you loose", and "sleep is for the weak" were always being told to me by teachers and my parents. But I was weak.

I awoke fully then, the ceiling greeting my eyes first. I stared at it in the dim light of the early morning, looking up from my matt on the floor with the buckwheat roll pillow under my head. My uncle was very traditional; he could afford it. That was okay with me, for the tatami and shooji filled the entire house with the pleasant smell of history.

I closed my eyes, caught in the peace of the moment. I could feel the cool air toch my face and arms. The rest of my body was protected under the warmth of the blanket, and its weight on me was comforting. I listened to the silence, its only intrusion was that of my own breath.

I heard my uncle's footsteps; heard the smooth sliding of the shooji.

I protested silently, my tranquility filling with anxiety. 'No, not yet.'

"It's time to get up."

I opened my eyes to look at him, the shifting of my head making the buckwheat roar in my ear. I saw his darkened form there in the door contrasting sharply with the hurtful yellow light of the hallway.

(*Note from reality: Okay, so you might not consider this a digi-dream, but I thought it appropriate because of its root in my knowledge and experiences of the Japanese culture, which is, of course, the birth-place of anime. Although, if I get complaints about it I'll take it down.*)

#4: I was looking at a jewerly case from one of the pallets set out in the center of the mall, spying the men's silver watches. I had no intrest in those, however.

"Hey."

I stood up from my crouched position at the glass case. It was Matt, and immediately I spotted a diamond stud in his right ear.

"Hey." I greeted. I couldn't help myself; I had to ask. "So, you got your ear peirced, huh?"

He nodded. "Yep, you like it?" I took my fingers to it, causing the light to refract into my eyes. "Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"You think so?"

I smiled. "I do."

He smiled, then, "Hey, where's Amy?"

Amy. I hated that ditzy blonde- she wasn't even a digi-destined, yet she hung around, insisting in her own mind that she somehow was. She was also my major competitor for Matt. Amy was hardly the decent type, not with the way she hung all over him just to get me mad. It was her way of acting superior to me or something. And it clearly embarraced him- my heart fell for him every time; the poor thing!

I didn't understand why Matt wanted to have anything to do with that bitch. I wondered what the others thought.

Yeah, I knew about where she would be.

I shook my head. "Sorry."

"That's okay." He left.

I hoped he didn't find her.

I made my way down the mall, looking into a clothes store. There at the front were yellow T-shirts and blue T-shirts adorning colorful embroidery of a baby Matt in a blue sleeper with a bottle too big for him besides him. He looked over his shoulder; his eyes bright and gay, and he was smiling, showing his first tooth.

I looked at that and smiled, thinking, 'Yep, that's my babe!'

(*Note from reality: okay so that was weird, but dreams are, I tell ya! Sorry about the language, I didn't know how to fully express the hatred I felt for her at that time*)

This dream is not Digimon, it's Gundam Wing, but since we hope to soon add both Digimon 02 and Gundam, it'll just be posted here until we make a proper heading for the different anime. I'm writing this now because I don't want to forget about it. This isn't the first dream of Gundam Wing I've had, but I'm not going to bother you with those. Besides, it's the funniest dream I've had in a long time!

First, you need to know about this picture:

I had deep ties with the Gundam guys during the war, though I myself was not a pilot. I was more like a civilian on the Peace Millan, supporting the guys in every way I could. I became closest to Quatra and Duo, following in second with Heero and Trowa, and in a far far third was Wufei (we didn't really care too much for each other). When the war ended, we decided to meet for a reunion one year later. The peaceful year flew quickly, and during that time Heero had loosened up a little bit.

A very little bit.

It was hard to believe that there had been peace between the colonies and the earth for quite some time, but it was probably a tensed peace at best. Everyone was just too tired to fight anymore. And now it was reunion time.

We were going to meet at Wal-mart.

There in the store front, between the entrance doors and the cashregisters was a small area filled by three, silver metal picnic tables entrapped by two half-walls. One half-wall (both about 4 1/2 feet tall) was between the tables and the entrance, and the other between the tables and the row of cashregisters. Seperating the tables from the rest of the store was a clustered row of school supplies set out on rotating pallets. The deal was that Wal-mart was allowing students to come in to study (carrying books in either a clear bag or in the arms, and books had to be left at the service desk while shopping) to promote sales.

Heero, Trowa, and I came in and sat at the table in the middle. I sat with my back against the wall with Heero on my right and Trowa across from me. We'd brought our homework with us, so we had something to work on while we awaited the arrival of the rest of the guys. We started a conversation as we opened our books, and the lengthy talk eventually ended in Trowa stating how he didn't understand how Heero and I, whom started school with Trowa a few weeks after school had started, were able to catch up so quickly, given the tremendously heavy workload of all the teachers. I argued our position, but he just didn't understand. I got the impression that Trowa was a tad jealous of us, but that was okay.

I smiled at that.

Now finally for homework. I pulled out the papers I needed from my folders. I looked at the page of the text book, but the language was foreign to me and my eyes would not focus on the words. I gave up, crossed my arms across my books and rested my head on my arms. It seemed like we'd been there forever already, and no show from Quatra and Duo. It wasn't like them to be late, so I thought. I sighed.

Heero paused in whatever he was saying to Trowa, trailing off. He glanced at me a moment. Then, "You worried abour Quatra?"

Very perceptive of him. "Yeah."

"Well, don't. He'll be here."

I nodded. I did know better, but I hadn't seen him for a year and I was anxious.

I saw the blonde hair first, and then blue eyes followed. I was surprised.

"Hey, Debra." I greeted feeling a little uneasy at her coming. I never knew what to do about Debra. She was nice enough; she was friendly enough, but I knew well it was facade. Besides, I tried to reach out to her, but my efforts were for naught. I didn't know what to do with her. (*Note from reality: Debra is actually a real person, and she's not my friend because she DID turn me down. But that doesn't mean I've given up*).

She sat down near me the table over. She brought her books, intending to study. She greeted us and I proceeded to introduce her to Heero and Trowa. Being polite, I initiated conversation with her. Quiet in nature, the two guys left Debra and I to do most of the talking.

Suddenly Debra took a printed picture out of her folder, and I only got a glance at it before she handed it to Trowa. I waited excitedly to see it while Trowa examined it silently, no particular expression crossing his face. He handed it to Heero, who shared it with me.

It was a pic (simular to the one above, but with the Gundam guys), and they wore short white togas that cut just above the knee, and had on roman sandals. 'Oh hey, I've got that pic.' I thought, remembering how it was a silly, but good reminder to me of them all. Some artists had taken to drawing pictures of the space-war heros, but there weren't too many that were as close to capturing their faces as this one. But now, in the presence of Heero and Trowa, I felt silly about ever keeping such a picture. I vowed to get rid of it off my computer when I got home, and they would NEVER find out I ever had it. If they did, I knew I would die of embarrasment and never-ending ridicule.

It was a silly picture, and it was funny that they were seeing this. I bit my lip, smiling.

There was a hard silence, the only sound that of the customers in the store. Out of the corner of my eye I saw those automatic doors open and close repiticously for all kinds of people; from everyone with brunet hair to baby blonde.

Heero spotted himself, rested his pointer finger on his picture-self's face, and, after a moment, blurted out in an almost frustrated tone, "What AM I?"

I cried out laughing. Of course Mister Army Man wouldn't know! It took a second to catch my breath, and even then not entirely successfully. I was about to insult him, "I'm sorry, but umm, you're a fairy!"

I laughed my head off, and Trowa's usual stolid resolve cracked; he stared at me, unsuccessfully trying not even to chuckle.

There was a silence from Heero, and I knew then it was my time to die; Heero was gonna kill me! I said somethings then to try to get my life off-the-line, including, "Well, you know, I think the ones of you two guys look the best!" But I couldn't stop laughing. I couldn't stop to save my life!

Heero didn't reply, he just laid the page face-down over the cluster of books. Something caught my eye from behind Trowa. It was Quatra staring down at us, completely clueless!