Dream a little dream (or two)
Aug. 4th, 2004 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothTwo nights ago, I had a dream based on the They Might Be Giants song 'Prevenge', and on the Futurama comic books. Basically, I dreamed that a bunch of people (including me) started randomly shifting back in time, a few years at a time -- and after some initial shock and weirdness (the technology level kept going UP as we went back in time, because people from the future had gone even further back in time by then) the main activity that everyone was engaging in was getting revenge on people for things they hadn't done yet. 'Pre-venge'.
It turned out that that was what *started* people sliding back in time, when someone got prevenge on them.
I have no idea if that's what prevenge actually means in the TMBG song, but the song was playing constantly in the dream. And not in real life. That happens to me sometimes.
Last night, I instead dreamed about a combination of work, terrorism, and Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy. I was at work, doing my job in my office, but noticing that everyone else in the group seemed to be using this software tool that my lead wrote, that did something not entirely clear to me in the dream, which was why I wasn't using it.
On my lunch break, I went to see where everyone else had disappeared to, and they were all in this massive concrete bunker (located on a point near a beach, a scene that I didn't realize at the time was out of Sphinx) where the humongous generators that powered the tool were located.
Then terrorists attacked -- the tools real purpose was to build a giant intercontinental ballistic missile, which was parked outside, but I hadn't noticed until the terrorists started firing RPGs at it. "Run away!" everyone shouted, fleeing the concrete bunker and heading for a nearby flimsy-looking warehouse.
But that was what the terrorists wanted, because they weren't *destroying* the missile, they were *stealing* it, to give to the Indian government. Which didn't really strike me as a particularly horrifying scenario.
After they left, the texan anti-terrorism patrol arrived to 'save the day' meaning 'force us all down onto the ground at their feet and then proceed to glorify their manliness and insult us'. After a few hours of that, they went out to try to actually find the terrorists, but they were long gone -- and to make matters worst, the sniper rifles they'd pre-installed on every building roof and in every open space (so that they could more quickly start shooting terrorists, if they showed up) had been taken over by packs of velociraptors, who were firing wildly at anyone that moved.
There was some philosophical debate over whether the raptors were intelligent enough that they were actually trying to kill us, or if they were just firing randomly on some instinct, while we were pinned down by their crossfire.
It turned out that that was what *started* people sliding back in time, when someone got prevenge on them.
I have no idea if that's what prevenge actually means in the TMBG song, but the song was playing constantly in the dream. And not in real life. That happens to me sometimes.
Last night, I instead dreamed about a combination of work, terrorism, and Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy. I was at work, doing my job in my office, but noticing that everyone else in the group seemed to be using this software tool that my lead wrote, that did something not entirely clear to me in the dream, which was why I wasn't using it.
On my lunch break, I went to see where everyone else had disappeared to, and they were all in this massive concrete bunker (located on a point near a beach, a scene that I didn't realize at the time was out of Sphinx) where the humongous generators that powered the tool were located.
Then terrorists attacked -- the tools real purpose was to build a giant intercontinental ballistic missile, which was parked outside, but I hadn't noticed until the terrorists started firing RPGs at it. "Run away!" everyone shouted, fleeing the concrete bunker and heading for a nearby flimsy-looking warehouse.
But that was what the terrorists wanted, because they weren't *destroying* the missile, they were *stealing* it, to give to the Indian government. Which didn't really strike me as a particularly horrifying scenario.
After they left, the texan anti-terrorism patrol arrived to 'save the day' meaning 'force us all down onto the ground at their feet and then proceed to glorify their manliness and insult us'. After a few hours of that, they went out to try to actually find the terrorists, but they were long gone -- and to make matters worst, the sniper rifles they'd pre-installed on every building roof and in every open space (so that they could more quickly start shooting terrorists, if they showed up) had been taken over by packs of velociraptors, who were firing wildly at anyone that moved.
There was some philosophical debate over whether the raptors were intelligent enough that they were actually trying to kill us, or if they were just firing randomly on some instinct, while we were pinned down by their crossfire.
