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Spring Yard Zone (HyperX)

Spring Yard Zone (HyperX)

I had a dream of a world similar to a place that is near Angel Island.  This island is also a very natural place where animals roam freely.  Despite this, there are some locations of high technology, though given the few larger, anthropomorphic animals that reside there, it is entirely possible that it was built by them.  I find it more likely, however, that they were built by another civilization that has long since died out, but is currently being maintained, likely by the aforementioned woodland creatures with opposable thumbs.  I base this upon the notion that a great many ruins are to be found, but are in top condition.  Some of the places also utilized large amounts of artificial energy, much as we use electricity.

In my dream, this world was very similar, but the coloration was completely different.  There may have been places in which the actual configuration was different, but there was a definite change in color, and it was absolute.  In most places, such as the marble ruins, the underwater labyrinth, the space station, and the factory, the new look was unremarkable.  It was different and pleasant, but nothing that really struck me.  The other two main zones, however, were certainly noteworthy, one of which is a place known as Spring Yard.

In both realities, Spring Yard is like the inside of a giant pinball machine that resides in a city built around a number of casinos.  Many strips of bright, flashing lights are found in the skies, and a vast city sprawls out in the distance.  Most of the ground is cast in a light blue material – likely some sort of stone – with dark blue, ring-like patterns all over it.  There is a red metal mesh found in certain areas, though I cannot discern its purpose.  Red nuts – the kind that complement a bolt – sit on the ground, affixing blue posts with layered ring designs at their zeniths.  They appear to be lamp posts, but emit no light whatsoever, though they could be some sort of power generators.  Hexagonal prisms sit on the ground, their tops and bottoms cast in red, while the centers are of a blue, translucent material, and a spinning light sits within.  The shadowy figures of tall buildings lurk in the distance amidst a purple sky that lays a shade over them.  Odd ziggurat-like structures sit on some of the rooftops, and large mountains rise in the distance, as though this area sits in some sort of large canyon.  The skies above are dotted with pale yellow clouds, that form a nice pink gradient against the sky.

I headed into the city, eventually reaching the entrance to an indoor area.  The gates slide up and down dark blue metal slots with red studs upon them.  Inside, the walls are also of a dark blue, and have hemispheres carved out of them.  This is likely to be some sort of decorative pattern, but a very avant-garde one, should that be the case.  Hexagonal pillars with red lateral stripes support the structures; they use a hemispherical – more like half of an oblate spheroid – crown to touch the ceilings.  More of those hexagonal boxes with spinning lights are found inside, and some even have springs attached to them; the yellow springs aren’t quite as strong as the red ones, but both will propel you forward at breakneck speed.  There were also dangerous traps made of spiked spheres, some of which floated, while others swung like a chain.

Finally emerging from one such area, I encountered large blocks made of smaller ones.  They are bordered at the tops and bottoms with a light red – almost pink – metal with rivets, while the rest of them is a very light blue.  These seemed to move rhythmically up and down as some sort of slow, dangerous elevator system.  Despite being ahead of us in many ways, this civilization was behind in many others.

I reached the top of a building, admiring the scenery for a bit.  Beneath the skies was the city, as usual, but closer than that was a large forest of crimson trees.  There appeared to be some sort of scarlet grass that was closer still, but it was too far away to properly identify.  Back on the rooftop with me were several flashing lights within some sort of lavender floating rings.  As I progressed, the levitating blocks were found in different configurations, such as stairs that rocked back and forth, as though they were some form of primitive, dangerous bridge.  Perhaps this was the design of some arrogant engineer, who felt that conventional – not to mention practical – engineering was beneath him or her.  At the end of the area, there was a very flimsy-looking bridge of the same blue, ringed stone of which most of the area was comprised.  The bridge was nothing more than several blocks fused together, and while it was stable enough for me to cross it, it seemed like it wouldn’t take much for it to break.

It’s one thing to see something in real life when adventuring and wonder its purpose.  It’s another thing entirely to see it in a dream and know for certain that it has none.  There are those who would argue that dreams can be interpreted, but I find that conclusion to be tenuous at best.  To interpret a dream, one has to understand the mind that conjured it, so only the dreamer can do such a thing.  In addition, many dreams have no meaning whatsoever; they are merely your mind unwinding and flexing its proverbial muscles.  They may draw from memories or they may be wholly original compositions.  Whatever their nature, I’d rather not spend my time trying to understand them, but rather to enjoy them as they are.

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