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twistdfateangel) wrote2009-09-04 10:26 am
twistdfateangel) wrote2009-09-04 10:26 am
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I just had the oddest dream.
I don't remember exactly how it started, except that I was visiting my grandmother. She didn't look like my grandmother, in fact, my whole family was different and someone had a baby with them. The baby kept opening the bathroom door while I was trying to handle business and then there was no door, just a curtain that blew open at the worst times.
Then, I was with some friends (I can remember Chris and Kacy, but I know there were more people with us) going to some indoor sports park or something. Nobody looked at me or spoke to me, but I talked a lot. We wound up waiting for something and then I was alone in a room, crowded with sporting equipment. I started shooting hoops with a half-deflated ball, so you can imagine how successful I was, but Shaquille O'Neill was there and we were talking (he was shorter than I thought in my dream). Then people started heading up a few flights of stairs to a locker area. I was looking for Kacy and Chris, but gave up and started suiting up with everybody else. There was a helmet, a vest or jacket made out of a very stretchy, kind-of sticky, substance and shoes. I put on a vest and helmet, but not the shoes, because they looked painful to wear to me (even though they were like athletic sandals). I had a feeling I was forgetting something vital, but then they started herding us into line and showed us some quick multimedia programs (videos, slides, etc) to set up the story, and the games began.
This is where it gets REALLY weird.
I'm alone in this setup that reminds me now of when I went to the Spy Museum and the interactive spy game had an "alley" in random Mid-Eastern Country. From here on out, the lighting was dim and spooky. We turned and were in a fake school, but there were real kids and a real teacher and, for the moment, they were ignoring us, then the lights go funny and we hear a weird siren. One of the kids falls to the floor, and the teacher and kids go to check, but I tell them to keep back and stay calm, we don't know why it happened. A video screen turns on and starts asking us random history questions that I don't know the answer to. But, I'm with Simon Pegg, star of the Big Screen, and he knows the answers. We get them right, but we only get 85 points out of billions possible (or maybe that's the body count so far). The teacher tells us there's a "multigun" (whatever that is) in a duffle bag behind us. Simon grabs it and fiddles with it. I ask for it, since I've apparently neglected to bring a weapon, but it's a little heavy and a clumsy old BFG out of an MiB movie, so he takes it back and loans me his sidearm, telling me he'll want it back later.
Now, some guy comes in, dazed and glazed, and I react like he's a zombie. But the gun I have isn't working, and I don't want to pistol whip the guy, because in my heart of hearts, I know he, like the kids and the teacher, is an actor. I feel something pinch my leg sharply, which may have been the cat trying to wake me. He tells us a little of what happened to him, but I can't remember it. Then another screen comes out, and we watch another video. I think the guy was supposed to be important, like the President, but he just looked sinister and it wasn't a formal address or anything. He was talking about a big war and a plague.
That's when I woke up.
I think it was symbolic somehow, but I don't want to overanalyze. At first, I thought, "is this like Underglass? Is this a story I need to write?", but it makes less sense than Underglass' dream, and anyway, I don't think I could do it justice. I hate writing stories where there's no hope and the whole point of that kind of zombie fiction is, there is no hope.
I don't remember exactly how it started, except that I was visiting my grandmother. She didn't look like my grandmother, in fact, my whole family was different and someone had a baby with them. The baby kept opening the bathroom door while I was trying to handle business and then there was no door, just a curtain that blew open at the worst times.
Then, I was with some friends (I can remember Chris and Kacy, but I know there were more people with us) going to some indoor sports park or something. Nobody looked at me or spoke to me, but I talked a lot. We wound up waiting for something and then I was alone in a room, crowded with sporting equipment. I started shooting hoops with a half-deflated ball, so you can imagine how successful I was, but Shaquille O'Neill was there and we were talking (he was shorter than I thought in my dream). Then people started heading up a few flights of stairs to a locker area. I was looking for Kacy and Chris, but gave up and started suiting up with everybody else. There was a helmet, a vest or jacket made out of a very stretchy, kind-of sticky, substance and shoes. I put on a vest and helmet, but not the shoes, because they looked painful to wear to me (even though they were like athletic sandals). I had a feeling I was forgetting something vital, but then they started herding us into line and showed us some quick multimedia programs (videos, slides, etc) to set up the story, and the games began.
This is where it gets REALLY weird.
I'm alone in this setup that reminds me now of when I went to the Spy Museum and the interactive spy game had an "alley" in random Mid-Eastern Country. From here on out, the lighting was dim and spooky. We turned and were in a fake school, but there were real kids and a real teacher and, for the moment, they were ignoring us, then the lights go funny and we hear a weird siren. One of the kids falls to the floor, and the teacher and kids go to check, but I tell them to keep back and stay calm, we don't know why it happened. A video screen turns on and starts asking us random history questions that I don't know the answer to. But, I'm with Simon Pegg, star of the Big Screen, and he knows the answers. We get them right, but we only get 85 points out of billions possible (or maybe that's the body count so far). The teacher tells us there's a "multigun" (whatever that is) in a duffle bag behind us. Simon grabs it and fiddles with it. I ask for it, since I've apparently neglected to bring a weapon, but it's a little heavy and a clumsy old BFG out of an MiB movie, so he takes it back and loans me his sidearm, telling me he'll want it back later.
Now, some guy comes in, dazed and glazed, and I react like he's a zombie. But the gun I have isn't working, and I don't want to pistol whip the guy, because in my heart of hearts, I know he, like the kids and the teacher, is an actor. I feel something pinch my leg sharply, which may have been the cat trying to wake me. He tells us a little of what happened to him, but I can't remember it. Then another screen comes out, and we watch another video. I think the guy was supposed to be important, like the President, but he just looked sinister and it wasn't a formal address or anything. He was talking about a big war and a plague.
That's when I woke up.
I think it was symbolic somehow, but I don't want to overanalyze. At first, I thought, "is this like Underglass? Is this a story I need to write?", but it makes less sense than Underglass' dream, and anyway, I don't think I could do it justice. I hate writing stories where there's no hope and the whole point of that kind of zombie fiction is, there is no hope.