The Book of Ineffable Dreams

07.12.18

A/N: There is absolutely no correlation between anything that appeared in this dream. Literally, the only thing/person that I can understand for showing up is Saeran/Ray (Mystic Messenger) and that's because I'm playing the guy's route.

Everything else was just like it was fucking thrown in at the last second. Like "Damn, she's gonna wake up. Make this dream more confusing!"

Spoilers if you don't know who Ray is, though I'm pretty sure that majority of MCs already know him. Also, is there any other MC that can't take Saeran as seriously because of all the emojis he uses when texting?

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1005 hours

[ ^^ Saeran (Ray's alter ego) ^^ ]

There were two options above the black and transparent dialogue box, words written in dull gold:

SKIP I LOG

The words whizzed by on the screen. I had only wanted to skip the dialogue that I had already read, but I kept missing the 'STOP' option since you couldn't choose an option during scene changes.

I slid my index finger across my phone screen, towards the left, so that I could rewind it.

Unfortunately, the rewinding of dialogue was just as fast as the skipping of dialogue so I could only catch glimpses of what was happening in the Story Mode.

It seemed to be Ray's Story Mode according to just how many times he showed up.

There were multiple CGs of Ray looking sad and Saeran looking mad although I could never read why. And then there was one CG where a worried Ray wearing a white suit was facing against an angry Saeran wearing a black suit.

Then, I finally reached the first scene of the Story Mode.

A dejected-looking Ray wearing a white suit stood in the middle of a room that was completely blue. Even the light that shone through the tall windows were a pale blue colour. Ray placed a closed fist over the area where his heart was, his eyes were closed as well.

Ray was standing back-to-back with a taller woman. She was wearing a long and glittery dual-blue dress and had braided, light blonde hair that fell over her right shoulder. In short, she was a more realistic but less-pretty version of Elsa from 'Frozen'; she would've been closer to a perfect replica if her skin was a little less tanned. Nonetheless, the icy theme of her clothes had fit in with the rest of the room.

She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at Ray; glowing, icy wisps hovered over the hand that she had raised close to her chest.

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I was walking in and out of a room on the second floor of a big house (almost big enough to be a mansion), trying to figure something out though I don't know what. The only thing I knew was that my parents' room was somewhere on the same floor, and my room was on the floor above, the third floor.

The walls and door were a pristine white colour. The lights that shone from above me were an equally bright white. The pale wooden floor of the house was perfectly smooth and shiny; the bright light reflected off of its surface, making the floor's light colour look even lighter.

I looked to the switch next to the door of the room that I was investigating. It was an odd switch. There were two horizontal, white switches on the white base (normal enough), but there were also additional switches on the base of what was clearly only meant to have two switches; there were four additional switches that were placed in a vertical line, right next to the horizontal switches. The placement made it difficult, almost impossible, to use one of the horizontal switches. The additional switches were blue instead of white; the blue switches looked as if it had been badly coloured in with marker.

The room that I was investigating was lacking furniture, just a few pale wooden ones near the middle of the room and a bluish mattress that had been set up in front of the door to the room. A white wall that spanned the length of the room had split the ceiling into two: one big rectangular and one small rectangular. That wall made sure that only the larger rectangular side was lit up while the smaller side was dark and shadowy. A small air conditioner had been fixed onto the wall that split the ceiling.

I went out again and saw a machine that looked similar to an air conditioner, except that the size of the machine could just barely fit across the width of the wall that it was fixed onto. The wall in question was the wall that served as a barrier between two doors: the white wood door of the investigated room and the dark wood door of the bathroom.

I continued going in and out of the room. And then it occurred to me: "Doesn't my family live here? Then... why am I alone?"

I woke up when I realised that my IRL house didn't look anything like my dream house.