Tomorrow you get to become anyone in the world that you wish.
Who are you?
You can choose to be anyone alive today, or someone gone long ago.
If you decide to stay “you” share your rationale.
And this is my response:
I would choose to be a balanced and slightly modified version of myself with eidetic memory and a healing factor.
Dream
I went to bed late and I woke up very early so I only got less than two hours of sleep so I did not have much time to dream, but I do remember part of one dream that I had.
The dream took place during the day and I seemed to be in the video game Fallout 4, and I was walking down a road that passed through the wilderness.
At some point I saw a male provisioner with brownish colored skin wearing leather armor holding a 10mm pistol walking with his pack brahmin, and I remember that the temperature outside felt warm.
I started to wake up in the real world because my alarm clock went off, as I was waking up I still saw an afterimage of the dream world and I felt warm in the real world because someone had the heater on, and so for a moment it was like I was waking up from the video game Fallout 4 in the dream world to Fallout 4 in the real world.
Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
And this is my response:
One of my earliest memories is probably a memory of when I was a kid living with my parent’s in The R Trailer and I left The R Trailer during the night without my parent’s knowing that I was gone when my mom’s side of the family was having a family gathering at my grandparent’s (my grandmother DE and my grandfather CE) house, I walked over to my grandparent’s house first and I saw some of my family members there having a good time and they probably said a few things to me, and then I walked over to my aunt ME’s house next door to The R Trailer for some unknown reason(s) (maybe I got lost and confused and/or I was looking for someone); and I remember my aunt ME, my cousin ME, and several other family members being there.
I remember one of my family members asking me where my parent’s were and if they knew where I was, they probably called my parent’s or walked me home or told me to go back home, and at some point I remember returning to The R Trailer to my parent’s who were surprised to learn that I had left without them knowing it.
I have no idea why this memory stuck with me exactly, maybe because I somewhat got lost and confused because of all the noise that my family members were making as they partied and because I never did anything like that before and because it was dark, but that is my wild guess.
Dream
I did not voice record any of my dreams from last night and so I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of my last dream which was very long and very unclear, but I will type what I remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that a lot of the dream took place inside a fictional shopping mall during the day, I was inside the mall in a small narrow quiet section of a store, and there was a walkway that passed through the middle of this store that would take you through the store and into the rest of the mall.
I have no idea what I was doing there but I seemed to be waiting and/or looking for someone and/or something because I spent a lot of time looking around various aisles of the store like I was wasting time and waiting, and many things happened during this time that I can not remember.
I know that my mom and maybe some other people I know were in the dream briefly, I know that a lot of the dream was boring and realistic, and I know that some strange things happened during the dream that I can not remember.
During one part of the dream I remember finding a shelf that had some small chocolate candies covered in different colored pieces of foil, these chocolate candies had no price on them, and they seemed to be free treats for shoppers; and so I remember eating some and keeping some.
At some point in the dream it is possible that a man with a handgun entered the store, maybe there was a robbery or shooting or I and/or someone else managed to get the man to put the handgun away, but I can not remember; I just know that something strange happened, but I probably still did not leave the store because I still seemed to be waiting and/or looking for someone/something.
There is a lot more that happened in this dream before this and some things that happened after this, but that is all that I can remember at this time.
Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.
And this is my response:
Because I am about to type a dream that I had last night, I can not weave a quote into it, and so instead I will post part of a quote from the character Alice Morgan from the BBC television series LutherSeason 2 Episode 1 that I used in yesterday’s Daily Prompt:
Also I got an email from the free language learning website Duolingo today that said:
Free language education belongs to all.
Share Duolingo with 1 friend to help us make this a reality.
Dream
There was more to this dream that I can not remember now and all that I can remember of this dream now is that part of the dream took place during the day in a modern multi-story building with a lot of slightly tinted glass windows and walls, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
Another part of the dream involved my parent’s and I inside a room, there was some kind of new skin treatment/implant/medicine/procedure/whatever or something that could possibly increase your healing rate and/or several other amazing things like that, and my mom got it done to her; and this treatment was made from one explosive material, two shots (something made from gun shot material or gun shots), and maybe one other thing.
Some people who got the treatment started to complain of a side effect that caused scaring of the skin where a strange-looking scar would start to grow and get bigger, it looked a bit like Ricky Stormgren’s chest scar / whatever from the Syfy mini-series Childhood’s End (which you can watch for free from this link from the official Syfy website), and I think that part of my mom’s skin was possibly starting to scar as well.
I assumed that the scaring was a result of skin tissue being damaged by the explosive material but that was my wild guess, and I assumed that this new skin treatment/whatever had not been properly tested; and so we were going to check with the doctors and try to figure out what was going on, and how to fix this treatment to prevent this but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The next part of the dream took place inside maybe a house and maybe my brother CC and my sister-in-law JC brought their baby (who will probably be born next year in real life), and they asked me to babysit their baby while they were gone; and so I babysat my fictional baby nephew or niece while they were gone.
I remember holding and rocking the baby as I walked around, at some point the baby went to sleep and I laid it down, and at some point my brother CC and my sister-in-law JC returned and picked up their baby and they left; but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The next part of the dream started with me watching the news and they were talking about something that I can not remember where The Catholic Church was speaking out against something and trying to unite followers of Catholicism against it, and a man with whitish colored skin with short dark-colored hair was a high-level person or priest who was representing/speaking on the behalf of The Catholic Church.
After the news finished showing and talking with the high-level person or priest from The Catholic Church, I remember walking to a multi-story building, and I remember walking into an office where there was a well-dressed woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish hair wearing glasses who was a secretary; and I either asked for or was asked to talk with the high-level person or priest from The Catholic Church who I had seen on the news.
His office was in another room not far from the secretary’s desk, there was possibly some security or other workers around, and I went into his office to talk with him alone; and I we sat at a meeting table, and I remember him telling me about his situation and asking for advice.
I tried to stay neutral and mostly listen but I probably gave him some advice as well, at some point we finished our conversation and he thanked me, and then I left as he left to continue handling the situation involving The Catholic Church trying to unite their followers against something; I am not sure what position this man had in The Catholic Church but it must have been very high-level because he seemed to be handling almost everything like he was the one deciding what to do, maybe he was The Pope even though he was not old, but I am not sure and that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The last part of the dream took place on a small upper floor of a house that looked a lot like the upper floor of The E House, I walked upstairs to find my aunt GC in a small bedroom watching television on a bed as a baby slept on the bed and a very old woman with dark brownish colored skin slept on the bed, and my aunt GC asked me to watch the sleeping baby while she went to do something in the kitchen; and so I watched the baby while she was gone.
At some point the baby woke up crying so I got it from under the bed sheets, it was wrapped in another sheet that partly covered its mouth so I moved it from its mouth, and then I picked up the baby to hold and rock it back to sleep.
While I was doing this the very old woman did not wake up surprisingly but I could see that she was breathing, at some point the baby went back to sleep, and so I laid it back on the bed; and I turned off the television, but I woke up as I waited for my aunt GC to return from the kitchen.
How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear?
Would your life be better or worse than it is now?
(Thanks, Nique Lektra, for inspiring this prompt!)
And this is my response:
My life would be so much different that I can not even imagine all the many ways that it would be different, and there would be too many things to list here but here are a few: I would have dated and probably been married by now, I would have graduated from college, I would have a job, I would have my own place to live, I would have enough money to support myself and family, I would be able to afford things that I want and need, I would be able to speak another language, I would be able to play a musical instrument, I would have visited another country, I would have better fashion sense and a better wardrobe, I would be in even better physical condition, I would have better social connections with other people, I would have achieved most of my goals in life, I would be a more balanced person, I would have more skills and knowledge and experience et cetera, and much more.
My life would definitely be better in almost every way, suffering and being trapped by fear through untreated social anxiety disorder and untreated generalized anxiety disorder and shyness and all the things that have resulted from those things has/have ruined my life and still controls my life until this day and has helped make me into the failed person that I am today, and so without that my life would be much better and I would be a much better overall person compared to the shadow-catastrophe of a person who probably should have died long ago but who is still barely alive today for now.
I slept pretty well and solidly last night so unfortunately I forgot most of the dreams that I had last night except for barely part of the end of my last dream, there was a lot more to this dream that I can not remember, but I do know that it took place during a nice sunny day in a fictional city.
At the end of the dream I remember being at and outside a school or college, some of my former classmates like my former male classmate LT were there, and I remember talking to my former classmate LT and maybe some of the others; and there were news reports of a serial killer going around murdering people.
There was a large parking lot and paved walking areas around this school or college, I spent a lot of time walking around, and near the college was a small Chinese restaurant called Yum Yangs or Yim Yum Yangs or something like that which mostly sold dumplings.
At some point I went to this restaurant with my parents to eat, there were only a few other people inside the restaurant, and a male worker who was probably from China brought us our menus but I can not remember if we ordered food or not before he went into the back of the restaurant; I just remember asking him about a job opening that they had, he answered my questions about the job opening, and then he went in the back of the restaurant to either give the cooks our order or to wait for us to order.
While he was gone a man with whitish colored skin who was dressed like a doctor about to perform surgery wearing blueish colored scrubs stood up and he started cutting blackish colored foam-like material that is used to cover/insulate water pipes for your house, and I thought that this was odd; but at first I thought that he was just a doctor practicing for something.
Then I started to realize that something was not right with him and I started to suspect that he was the serial killer, I probably asked him what he was doing, and at some point he probably admitted to being the serial killer and he started talking crazy and acting crazy and he started attacking people; and I remember taking him down to the ground and holding him down, and a woman who was probably from China and a man tried to help hold him down as well.
The serial killer bit the woman on her arm and the woman started to act crazy and attack us as well, it was like the serial killer was infected with something contagious that made you go crazy and attack people or he had the ability to make people do this if he bites them, and so I had to let go of the serial killer to defend against the woman.
The other man who was still holding the serial killer down got bit as well and he started going crazy and attacking us so I had to defend against him as well, and then the serial killer pulled out a handgun to try to stop me from stopping him; and I managed to disarm him, and at some point I ended up shooting him and killing him during my struggle against him and the infected/controlled man and woman.
Immediately after he died the woman and the man returned to normal, somehow his death broke/stopped whatever was controlling or infecting them, and this confused and surprised me; but I was happy that they were okay, and then we waited for emergency services to arrive to investigate and quarantine us and the area but I woke up.
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