A little fuzzy sans the end portions, but I guess this is the first time this community showed up in a dream.
I dreamt I was in a mansion that contained this entire wiki's community. Everyone was there, though since I'm new here... I reasonably didn't recognize many people. There were a few I knew, but I'm a bit fuzzy on WHO they were now. Anyhow, I was just reading... of all things, the Homestar Runner Wiki, because I had supposedly unearthed a legal case involving the Mario franchise, and in the court case, a VHS tape was presented. On the VHS was a bit of an animation explaining the situation, and for some reason, Homestar Runner and Strong Bad were shown on it. Bear in mind, this was in 2000, yet they resembled how they appeared in modern toons, or at least caricatures of them. I watched a bit of it, and while I can't tell you what happened, I can tell you what popped up next.
After that, it cut to... Sonic 06. But not actual Sonic 06. It was a somehow-WORSE Sonic 06. On top of being broken as heck, the game was... on-rails? It's hard to describe it. You could leap from adjacent rails, but Sonic ran automatically. You were collecting bottlecaps of differing colors that were, supposedly, rings. 1 ring caps were yellow, 3 ring caps were green, 5 ring caps were red, and 10 ring caps were blue. ProtonJon was providing commentary on how miserable it was.
It then cut to a Deadly Rooms of Death hold of sorts, in a volcanic setting. Oddly, despite using assets from after Architect's Edition, such as mud and black doors, it seemed to be Architect's Edition. I was being provided with commentary, though by who, I can't tell, and it was about... the end of the real-world human civilization, as after a nuclear war, only hundreds of humans remained, and they were driven to despair, didn't reproduce, and drove a long-dominant species to its draw. It then oddly decided to declare this was a REVIEW of the hold, and rate it a 5/5.
Cut back to the mansion. I was looking at... an image of a book someone made? It wasn't anyone here. Anyhow, it was coated in Arial Bold 28 point font, with WAY over 500,000 characters. The entire image spanned about 786,000 pixels vertically, and only like 700 horizontally. Understandably, everyone was upset, though nobody was specified to make it, though it was certainly someone. Yet, for some odd reason, when I shrank it down to the reasonable 700x700, people got upset at me. I was mocked, ridiculed, and someone told me to retreat to my little "safe space."
I went to unplug a seemingly unremarkable air freshener, or I think it was an air freshener, it was something, but when it happened, a darkness sprawled among the floor, making me seemingly invisible to others except anybody I wished to see. I was safe there, and I felt safe there, for some reason. What's weird is that it wasn't just me feeling safe there, and I was in some other perspective. I felt physically comforted and safe. Nobody who wanted to harm me could see me, and if I wanted someone, I could bring them in. It felt like the world shrank, as if nothing really happened; the world was on pause, with me as the only one not frozen.
I stayed there until I woke up, and it was 4AM... I couldn't be bothered to fall asleep again, so I just stayed up.