When I remember dreams, they're usually ridiculously complex, but I haven't had a nightmare in AGES.
I had already woken up and had been doing some chemistry, adventure level designing, and then sketching, when I felt realllly groggy, so I decided to go back to bed. I woke up maybe an hour or two later after having lived at least a week in a totally immersive dreamworld from hell.
I forget where I actually began, but I soon found myself fleeing some sort of campus from security. I had taken an unconscious meat shield at one point that the better armed of the guards were hesitant to shoot at, and just barely got out of one of the buildings I had been trapped in. They chased me to this vertical gravel park os sorts, that led from the city down to some large urban economy apartments, and I thought they might give up if they didn't see me while I hid behind a tree, but I seemed to have had a large lead, because when I looked out the first time, no one was there, but when I checked a second time, all five or so of them were surveying the park from a railing at the top, and one of them spotted me and alerted the others. So I kept running and jumping down the park and jumped behind a waist high partition in the front of the apartment building (like a little wall in someone's porch) and tried to hide some more. I had an undershirt on under my green t-shirt and I was also wearing blue mesh shorts from school, which had my school's logo on them.
I ditched the t-shirt so it would be harder to spot me, and two little girls who lived in the area came out from behind a pillar and I tried to tell them that I was hiding and that they'd draw attention to me, but one came back with a new sweatshirt for me. This Hispanic family soon came out, and they took sympathy upon me and took me into their care. The mother was a large but kind woman and gave me her bed, but after a few days of laying low, they encouraged me to begin a new life and get some education. There were classes being held at some library, so there I suddenly appeared the next day.
As I walked in, I met another, younger, kid going to the same class, and when he was telling me what the class was about, I started trying to teach him about the concept of Void and the six rings (I think), as the class had something or another to do with mythology. He, however, was turned off by this, as he was too cool or too stupid to discuss philosophy, and I mused how these people love to watch movies where people break out into highly informative but random tangents, but hate it in real life. I ahd nothing to worry, however,m because a bunch of my friends from all over happened to be taking the same class, too.
I ate some Mexican buffet food there for lunch, and was on my way out. At some point I was in the apartment laundry room, completely paranoid, and trying to devise some way to escape and get back home with one of the people I had been staying with, but to no effect. Also, one day I went to some sort of colonial reinactment grounds, and while the employees were away I tried to make myself some sort of stake, but I did it incorrectly, and the head was too soft and thin, so they showed me how to make another one, and then I ahd to go below this place to fix some sort of wiring for the library. Unfortunately, this wiring lie at the top of a huge mess of pipes, which had all these labels proclaiming how open the company was about allowing people to plug thigs in.
I finally climbed to the top through a manner of ropes and fancy footwork, and when I did the wiring, I suddenly realized that no one was in the basement anymore, and something started feeling very wrong. I went down to the bottom, and the feeling of impending doom increased. As I went to each door, eventually running, it clsoed before I could get there, and I bellowed some sort of scream, and finally muscled through a door, found someone behind it, punched him, punched another guy and ran up the stairs.
There had been a rumor going around that within a few nights in the future, I would be assassinated. The night finally came, and when I was in bed, I couldn't go to sleep, as I kept watching this light I had never noticed before in the hallway through a crack in my bedroom door, just waiting for a silhouette to pass by it and come for me. The next thing I knew, however, it was in the morning, I was turned the other way, and some lady's arm was around me, and she too was awaking. Meh. I got up, went to the balcony, looked around, and thought myself safe, but not really tirumphant. I was still very paranoid.
That night, a friend and I drove down to this large casion/hotel complex downtown. We were originally going to steal an FBI car parked outside, but it turned out that I was instead in a taxi when I tried to put the pedal to the metal. As we entered the parking lot, I saw several huge enforcer fellows, and when they didnt' recognize me, they pulled out similary huge pistols and started firing, but I drove past them, jumped out, and ran into a basement exit.
Down there, there were people running around in black biohazard suits, and I felt acutely aware that if they knew who I was they might try to get me. I had to punch one out, and I reached the nearest elevator, but before it could close, this one guy in plainclothes kept trying to come in, and re-opening the door, and meanwhile int he background, the biohazard men were circling around their unconscious comrade and getting pretty angry.
I finally grabbed the guy and closed the elevator and went up to the top floor. It turned out that he was another friend of mine whom I hadn't seen in a long while and had now become very noteworthy. We were both going to the same place, and I soon found myself in a large cream colored conference room, where four parties/factions were discussing the casino management. My friend had a birthday party to go to, and I volunteered to go with him, to catch up on old times, and the party that was on his side said it would be a good idea, but just to keep an eye on his safety. As we all left, I realized that I had forgotten something back in the room, and when I went back, the other faction leader was there, and seemed to be offering me something good or another to collect information on my friend, and maybe insinuated that I shouldn't trust him.
As I was on my way to the party (which was int he same building), I began to have flashbacks of all these other people from the dream that I had vaguely known, with laser sight pistols and helicopters being shot down ,who had been assassinated under the exact same circumstances. I now realized that this is what was about to happen to me. I was on a roof, but not the highest one, and there were two men with guns in yellow, surrounded by boxes. Before they could do anything, I ran up to the one and punched him in the face, the other one I *thought* had hit an alarm, and incapactitated him and turned and hit the alarm again to turn it off, which actually turned it on. I thought I heard an apporaching helicopter, so I picked up his pistol and ran into the reception hall for the party. I met up with my friend again, and we passed the dancer girls, one of whom we both commented that we recognized, and into the actual party hall, which was just beginning to fill up but didn't have enougn people because we were early. I had changed for the occasion, and when we got punch, I began acting a little weird and suddenly realized that I had left my pistol in my other pants. Everything began to seem a lot more sinister, and I looked around and finally pciked up a knife from one of the serving tables to use to take a hostage if necessary.
I had visions of the terrorist (I think they were German) assassins coming down from the ceiling with automatics, and grabbed the nearest lady and put the knife to her neck, but I suddenly realized that a) they would probably be indiscriminant against who they shot, and b) the terrorists weren't actually there yet. So now I found myself completely paranoid in a room full of scremaing people with a knife to some chicks' neck, and apparentlty (of course) lacking my earlier pants.
This all seemed even more real than my day to day life. The moral of the story, I guess? paranoia == bad.
I had already woken up and had been doing some chemistry, adventure level designing, and then sketching, when I felt realllly groggy, so I decided to go back to bed. I woke up maybe an hour or two later after having lived at least a week in a totally immersive dreamworld from hell.
I forget where I actually began, but I soon found myself fleeing some sort of campus from security. I had taken an unconscious meat shield at one point that the better armed of the guards were hesitant to shoot at, and just barely got out of one of the buildings I had been trapped in. They chased me to this vertical gravel park os sorts, that led from the city down to some large urban economy apartments, and I thought they might give up if they didn't see me while I hid behind a tree, but I seemed to have had a large lead, because when I looked out the first time, no one was there, but when I checked a second time, all five or so of them were surveying the park from a railing at the top, and one of them spotted me and alerted the others. So I kept running and jumping down the park and jumped behind a waist high partition in the front of the apartment building (like a little wall in someone's porch) and tried to hide some more. I had an undershirt on under my green t-shirt and I was also wearing blue mesh shorts from school, which had my school's logo on them.
I ditched the t-shirt so it would be harder to spot me, and two little girls who lived in the area came out from behind a pillar and I tried to tell them that I was hiding and that they'd draw attention to me, but one came back with a new sweatshirt for me. This Hispanic family soon came out, and they took sympathy upon me and took me into their care. The mother was a large but kind woman and gave me her bed, but after a few days of laying low, they encouraged me to begin a new life and get some education. There were classes being held at some library, so there I suddenly appeared the next day.
As I walked in, I met another, younger, kid going to the same class, and when he was telling me what the class was about, I started trying to teach him about the concept of Void and the six rings (I think), as the class had something or another to do with mythology. He, however, was turned off by this, as he was too cool or too stupid to discuss philosophy, and I mused how these people love to watch movies where people break out into highly informative but random tangents, but hate it in real life. I ahd nothing to worry, however,m because a bunch of my friends from all over happened to be taking the same class, too.
I ate some Mexican buffet food there for lunch, and was on my way out. At some point I was in the apartment laundry room, completely paranoid, and trying to devise some way to escape and get back home with one of the people I had been staying with, but to no effect. Also, one day I went to some sort of colonial reinactment grounds, and while the employees were away I tried to make myself some sort of stake, but I did it incorrectly, and the head was too soft and thin, so they showed me how to make another one, and then I ahd to go below this place to fix some sort of wiring for the library. Unfortunately, this wiring lie at the top of a huge mess of pipes, which had all these labels proclaiming how open the company was about allowing people to plug thigs in.
I finally climbed to the top through a manner of ropes and fancy footwork, and when I did the wiring, I suddenly realized that no one was in the basement anymore, and something started feeling very wrong. I went down to the bottom, and the feeling of impending doom increased. As I went to each door, eventually running, it clsoed before I could get there, and I bellowed some sort of scream, and finally muscled through a door, found someone behind it, punched him, punched another guy and ran up the stairs.
There had been a rumor going around that within a few nights in the future, I would be assassinated. The night finally came, and when I was in bed, I couldn't go to sleep, as I kept watching this light I had never noticed before in the hallway through a crack in my bedroom door, just waiting for a silhouette to pass by it and come for me. The next thing I knew, however, it was in the morning, I was turned the other way, and some lady's arm was around me, and she too was awaking. Meh. I got up, went to the balcony, looked around, and thought myself safe, but not really tirumphant. I was still very paranoid.
That night, a friend and I drove down to this large casion/hotel complex downtown. We were originally going to steal an FBI car parked outside, but it turned out that I was instead in a taxi when I tried to put the pedal to the metal. As we entered the parking lot, I saw several huge enforcer fellows, and when they didnt' recognize me, they pulled out similary huge pistols and started firing, but I drove past them, jumped out, and ran into a basement exit.
Down there, there were people running around in black biohazard suits, and I felt acutely aware that if they knew who I was they might try to get me. I had to punch one out, and I reached the nearest elevator, but before it could close, this one guy in plainclothes kept trying to come in, and re-opening the door, and meanwhile int he background, the biohazard men were circling around their unconscious comrade and getting pretty angry.
I finally grabbed the guy and closed the elevator and went up to the top floor. It turned out that he was another friend of mine whom I hadn't seen in a long while and had now become very noteworthy. We were both going to the same place, and I soon found myself in a large cream colored conference room, where four parties/factions were discussing the casino management. My friend had a birthday party to go to, and I volunteered to go with him, to catch up on old times, and the party that was on his side said it would be a good idea, but just to keep an eye on his safety. As we all left, I realized that I had forgotten something back in the room, and when I went back, the other faction leader was there, and seemed to be offering me something good or another to collect information on my friend, and maybe insinuated that I shouldn't trust him.
As I was on my way to the party (which was int he same building), I began to have flashbacks of all these other people from the dream that I had vaguely known, with laser sight pistols and helicopters being shot down ,who had been assassinated under the exact same circumstances. I now realized that this is what was about to happen to me. I was on a roof, but not the highest one, and there were two men with guns in yellow, surrounded by boxes. Before they could do anything, I ran up to the one and punched him in the face, the other one I *thought* had hit an alarm, and incapactitated him and turned and hit the alarm again to turn it off, which actually turned it on. I thought I heard an apporaching helicopter, so I picked up his pistol and ran into the reception hall for the party. I met up with my friend again, and we passed the dancer girls, one of whom we both commented that we recognized, and into the actual party hall, which was just beginning to fill up but didn't have enougn people because we were early. I had changed for the occasion, and when we got punch, I began acting a little weird and suddenly realized that I had left my pistol in my other pants. Everything began to seem a lot more sinister, and I looked around and finally pciked up a knife from one of the serving tables to use to take a hostage if necessary.
I had visions of the terrorist (I think they were German) assassins coming down from the ceiling with automatics, and grabbed the nearest lady and put the knife to her neck, but I suddenly realized that a) they would probably be indiscriminant against who they shot, and b) the terrorists weren't actually there yet. So now I found myself completely paranoid in a room full of scremaing people with a knife to some chicks' neck, and apparentlty (of course) lacking my earlier pants.
This all seemed even more real than my day to day life. The moral of the story, I guess? paranoia == bad.
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