Rarely, I dream about my own characters. The most surprising thing is, no matter the situation they end in, they always act in-character. I'm shamelessly using some of these as material for waking world stories.
Due to them being closely related to personal projects with different Creative Commons rules, those apply here. If you want to take inspiration you'll have to give it a few more spins.
This dream happened at my university, which felt more "magical" than usual. I had a pet rabbit, big and chocolate-colored, named "Flux". I usually use black rabbits for them, but oh well. This is why this dream, although not happening in Tooneiros or other fictional worlds, is here.
"Flux" escaped. I was looking for it, all around the school. I found other rabbits instead, and I got to pet them and see them stretch. Many of these rabbits were chocolate-colored too, but I didn't recognize them as "Flux". When I finally found them, it was different.
It was bigger than usual, had black claws, and was hairless, its skin looking like a Mutant Gnorbu. I trick to pick it up, but it growls at me. Despite being aggressive and looking so different, I know this rabbit is my "Flux". I manage to catch it, and take it to the vet in case something bad happened to it.
I got scolded by the vet because the reason it escaped was because it was bored and I wasn't giving it enough enrichment. To fix that, and please do not quote me on waking world rabbit care, I get a bigger cage and more toys, like coconut shells, and I sit next to it when I'm reading or doing homework, so I can keep it company.
This was a weird dream. At first, I thought it was about me mismanaging my projects to a point I wouldn't be able to make money out of them, but I do not care for that anymore. I asked my bf, who understands me better and can give me a second opinion when it comes to dreams, and he believes this was because this was a moment in time where I left my creative projects aside to pursue college-related projects. It's hard to learn new things and the deadlines are tight, so I often find myself straying away from my creative works from time to time. Maybe this was my subconscious trying to tell me they were being left behind.
In this dream, the Interrogang were investigating about X person for some reason, by going to a bar and asking the bartender about X: where are they, how often they came there, etc. X is never present when they go asking the bartender, or even surprises them when they are on their way to finding them, kicking their ass.
It turns out the bartender was telling X about them, too, and then I had this little crossover idea of the Interrogang having to ask Speaker & Zipper first to figure out the bartender was selling them out.
I had a dream about Flux wanting to drink a bathtub full of milk. They were arguing, to me or Rufo, I don't remember, that "it's not WATER it's MILK it's DIFFERENT it's NOT THE SAME"
This dream came with a feeling of "my current dreams being built on crushed past dreams".
A rocky beach. Flux singing a very melancholic song, like a mix of Here Comes the Rain Again by Eurythmics and Voyage Voyage by Desireless, melody-wise.
This one is wacky but it kind of makes sense?
This was like a reinterpretation (or an AU, like the kids like to call it nowadays) of Project Tooneiros as a horror/sci-fi adventure series for teens and preteens, kinda like Goosebumps.
It focused on Rufo finding and befriending a robot (Medley) and an alien (Flux), before realizing he's a psychic. All to the tune of Lemon Demon.
I like how my subconscious has interpreted my own characters here, and it gives me Earthbound vibes.
I was looking for the address of Flux's house over the internet. Keep in mind, Flux canonically doesn't have a house of their own, they just mooch off Rufo's.
After a while browsing many terrains without buildings, and buildings in ruins and decrepit sad little houses, I hear their voice in my mind, saying something along the lines of "I live in your mind, but thanks for thinking how would it be if I had a house".
I was drawing myself wearing a leather jacket and what I call "the ice cream drip": a light green t-shirt that says "Surfers" with a bunch of Memphis-style abstract shapes and pink jorts. I call it like that because once I wear these two items together, I look like a person who's advertising and giving out free samples of some cool new flavour of ice cream. In thre dream, I was deciding whether I should draw myself as a human, an animal or an object.
Another dream happening in the world of Tooneiros, this one was about a reocurring graffiti in the world, a somewhat alien grinning face. It looked like it was painted with a mix of somewhat thick paint and rust. Under it, there was a warning that damaging the graffiti would have consequences.
Cue Rufo accidentally scratching it with his nail.
The next day, he disappeared, carried away by the waves and currents of the sea. Flux and Medley were waiting at the beach for days for him to come back...
And he did reappear. Ashore. Drowned.
He was still alive, mind you, but waterlogged and unconscious. Definitely not having a good time.
His friends pull him out of the shore and onto safe ground, get the water out of him (well, mostly Medley, because Rufo is wet and Flux is afraid). After they make sure Rufo will be okay, Flux starts stomping around town, painting the cursed alien face on all the surfaces they cna find, slapping its own ears like giant paintbrushes, screaming bloody murder to try to "summon" whoever or whatever is connected to these graffitis to fight it and avenge him.
Before I start telling this dream, let me remind you that the concept of a "pet" does not exist in Tooneiros. All animals, no matter if they walk on two or four legs, are sentient and sapient, and if anything, four-legged animals tend to not talk as much as their two-legged cousins.
However, in this dream, these four-legged animals were pets, like Pluto is to Mickey, and almost everyone had one.
Now, this is something I haven't touched on much on the Worlds page, but Toons come from the Stork. It's a cartoon world and that's the cartooniest way for babies to be born. It's pretty much what you expect, a stork flying around delivering little Toon babies in a bundle they hold on their beak to their future families. That's all you need to know for now.
Back to our dream, it turns out these "pet Toons", these Plutos, came from another stork! A different stork created by the "original" Stork with the intention of lessening the work for themselves, by having another stork that could help them.
However, this stork ended up looking smaller and simplified, and thus, it could only deliver small, simplified Toons. Pet Toons.
This dream is a variant of the story my characters Speaker & Zipper are involved.
In this one, a still human Speaker had a son, and they were in a hotel during a mission of hers. She had to steal some sort of pendrive/microfilm with vital information while trying to keep her son out of her "business". However, she gets caught, dies and comes back to life as her animatronic form.
Later, she finds Zipper (as a robot, too), and it turns out that it's his son too (which, to be fair, it shouldn't be surprising at all but the dream treated it as a huge plot reveal). They tried to resume life as normal, but their son get kidnapped by the main villain. They manage to rescue him, but die "for real" in the process.
It was a mess. One of the story's "unwritten" rules is that Speaker & Zipper never had kids - one, because in their current state, they can't, and two, because back when they could, having a child would be too dangerous for their current line of work. If anything, the dream exemplifies why.
While technically a "place" dream, it is related to my creations, so it goes here.
Some of my happiest dreams are about me being able to visit or see Tooneiros from afar. It's immediately recognizable because of its checker-patterned hills, although sometimes I see more than just that.
When I wake up from these dreams I often try to draw what I saw in them, resulting in sketches that could be incomprehensible to anyone but me. One of these dreams recommended me to incorporate the square/checker pattern in a more "natural" way: "if I put squares of the same colour closer instead of an uniform "checkerboard", it'll look more natural which is something I may want for some things".
This dream involved some of my characters (including Toontown avatars and their doodles, and then some of my own) and me on a quest around the world. I think it was in Neopia because the final place was one of the lands there.
We visit the second-to-last place in our quest, which I'm gonna call "Hyperviolence Town" because well. The idea was like this place was themed around an extremely violent videogame involving a slasher butcher and a "real splatterhouse show" where he would gore the unfortunate losing players in front of the camera. It looked dingy and there were props everywhere, like racks full of paper-cut guts and whatnot. Just like the game in real life, and with fake props, right?
The thing is, there was a general feeling of unease and unsafety, and not just because you were in the Disneyland version of a slasher movie, but it was more like "we shouldn't stay here for too long". As if the more you stayed in that place, the more it would deviate from some reasonably harmless theming to actually involving people getting hurt.
Before leaving Hyperviolence Town in this narration, I would like to highlight some places inside it:
Okay, at this point, you might be asking why is this dream in "Characters" and not in "Places". You see, at the point where we were getting out of town, a killer clown ambushed my party. We were running around trying to escape him but Trini got his attention by screaming how much of a hapless lady she was, and then she let her head "drop down" from the direction her body was running and lodged herself into the mouth of the clown and exploded. It really surprises me how Trini of all things saved me in this dream.
This dream gets extra interesting because my characters, who were all Toons and thus used to violence as a normal part of their everyday lives, felt that the violence in that down was different from their usual one. In their worlds, when things get dangerous or violent, there's no significant consequences in the end and everybody ends up alright. In a place that would have made Trini hyped for the mayhem, she was instead wary and alert like I was.
This was a nap dream, the kind of dream that you're half-conscious about it happening and being a dream but light enough to not fall into a lucid dream.
In this one, I gave Flux a cardboard box, with a "door" cut on one side and several sections made of cardboard as well on the inside, as if it were a handmade mouse maze or a dollhouse. They looked at me as if asking what was this and what they were supposed to do with it.
This dream was more serious than the usual Tooneiros affair. It was about Rufo trying to talk to a frenzied Flux, who was shaped into some sort of "monster", but I can't remember the details. All I remember is that they had Rufo under a giant clawed hand, threatening to dig their nails into him.
I think he tried to call them by their name, prompting Flux to say: "Don't call me that again! Because a name is but a pitiful attempt to belong with you and the rest of them."
It was as if they fully embraced the labels those who rejected them gave them and didn't want to look back, and Rufo was trying to bring him back to normal, to let them know they are loved and accepted with him, but there was a struggle.
I was fighting some nerd at the park, all framed like a boss fight from a videogame, and for some reason the only way to defeat him was granola bars (they kinda looked more like chocolate bars in-dream but oh well). I asked Flux to retrieve them while I was fending the nerd off.
But it starts to rain, and while Flux was paralyzed by fear at first, they went to the nearest house/building to pick up one of those umbrellas people leave at the entrance. Later, when they arrived to the kitchen and found the granola bars, they immediately started to eat something else to avoid eating the granola bars - some sort of "peanut nougat".
What I really like about this nonsensical dream is 1. how accurate it was to their personality & 2. how Flux knew what was going to happen and actively did something to avoid something bad happening because of their own fault. It's like, they knew they couldn't resist eating an important plot item, and that's why they tried to fill their belly with something else instead to prevent the consequences.
This dream was like some sort of visualization of how would I arrange my cartoon shorts if I had them. It used three shorts per episode, tied together with trippy cutscenes, kinda similar to Right Now Kapow. One that sticks in particular was one that scrolled through portraits of the characters, in a vertical and horizontal line (kinda lika a Rubik's Cube), until both coincided in the center with the character the cartoon was going to be about. The fun thing was, that if it was a new character, it would be portrayed in the cutscene like an objecthead with a question mark for a head (?).
This dream was pretty ordinary, it was just me writing and trying to describe the voice of Speaker, one of my characters (no, she hasn't appeared anywhere else in this website yet, bear with me).
"Her voice was somewhat deep, but more natural sounding, with a lowkey NY accent and a sort of manner that made it seem she was on drugs a long time ago."
Overall I do believe her voice is kind of deep for a woman and newyorkian, and a bit raspy. That's... a creative way to describe "raspy".
This is the start of "Trini can get as many boyfriends/girlfriends as she wants".
This dream was about Bick & Trini being the main couple of a cheesy love story and finally reuniting together in the canyon. They promise to meet eachother again and the "film" ends sooner than usual: credits roll... the credits take longer than usual... and at the end, the only thing on screen is the sentence they said to vow to meet eachother. And Bick pops up like "HEEEEY we still gotta do that!" and the film resumes.
Bick and Trini were hosting an event on the beach, on a wooden stand, to promote several balloon-based products. Rufo was in charge of the music, I think.
At one point, Bick goes: "We took it a step further... no more water balloons... what's in vogue now is ICE BALLOONS!!". And Trini chucks a frozen water balloon to the public, and it hits someone on the head, making a loud bell noise.
"I dreamt that my goosesona was waiting outside a conference to punch the everloving shit of Bendy (from the Ink Machine) and I think that says a lot about me"
I had a dream in which Flux was in Paradise and God was telling it things about the world, humanity, etc.
There is a moment in which God throws and then picks up a bunch of trash from the sea as an example, but leaves a napkin floating; and Flux, despite fearing water, plunges into the sea to rescue that white napkin. When it comes out, it can retain most of its form except its legs, which have turned a watery-inky mermaid tail of sorts. It doesn't hurt, but it is so scared that it is like it is hurting it.
God picks it up and puts it in a more "green grass field" kind of scenery, with bushes acting as the limits, and then trees. Flux is legless (apparently it couldn't recover the ink from there) and still very traumatized, and then God thinks up of something. He begins to pick up fruit, but doesn't tell Flux why, and it wants to help so it becomes a walking basket and picks up fruit too. When God tells it that the fruit is for it, Flux eats the one on itself (by just... closing its mouth around it) and then God's. Flux recovers its legas, and finally, God hugs it.
Ok, so I used to own two human characters. They're still technically mine but I don't use them anymore. One was a gal entirely covered in freckles who was a barmaid and had a bit of an alcoholism problem. The other was essentially a humanized version of Nutty from Happy Tree Friends, same problems and all.
In this dream, I drew both characters with a speech bubble near them with a drawn depiction of their addictions. "Nutty"'s was a pile of sugar and someone on Tumblr mistook it for cocaine and i replied with that kermit pic that goes "ITS NOT FUCKING COCAINE YOU PIECE OF SHIT STONER".
I do remember another later (or earlier?) dream where they both decide to work together to get over their addictions. I hope they're in a better place now.
In this dream, me and my "persona" (you know, your physical avatar, your digital you) were separated entities, yet connected, and my persona became corrupted (hahaha oh wow this was before I started to use that as my moniker).
All my characters (not my Toons, but generic fantasy figures like wizards and centaurs) are surrounding my persona, trying to figure out something they could do. I could only peek from behind the crowd: it looked like a plague doctor, dressed in rags with crude woolen prosthetics as arms, with two claws each. My characters seize it and they all lock themselves in a room, trying to find a way to fix it. They left me behind, I guess because I'd get too involved in the process (it'd be kinda like asking a mother to perform surgery on her daughter...). Still, I needed to be there because if they do something wrong to my persona, it'd affect me as well.
Problem is, the door is locked, and I'm not the only one there. They left another figment of my imagination behind, to make me company, who was basically Darla Dimple on crack. I interact with her through a small tamagotchi-like toy, in which I make sure she's happy and all her needs are met, lest I make "the little angel" upset. She's always asking for a food I don't have in my inventory and I can't be playing minigames all the time to get money to buy whatever she fancies her because I need to focus on getting the door open AND I need to keep the "real" Little Angel in check, because while I make sure her needs are met through the tamagotchi, she's also constantly looking for knives in my physical world.
Good thing my neighbour, my cousin and 2-3 Friends To Be Met were there to help me, and that somehow involved driving me out of the place.
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