I dream of... evil.
Aug. 19th, 2004 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothThe part of the dream that I remember started with me, my parents, and a friend (who might have been a robot) standing on the shore of a river or lake, across from an evil castle. "Let's glide over," the robot suggested, so we did -- leaping into the air and morphing our bodies into large paper-airplane-like gliders, relying on the distance fog (we went way high up) to hide us from enemy lookouts.
So we landed at the docks of the evil castle, and quickly ran to the roller-coaster-like elevator (or elevator-like roller coaster, depending on how you look at it) which took us down to the living quarters, where all the slaves lived.
The living quarters resembled nothing so much as a hospital (actually, the group health clinic), except that instead of hospital rooms you had large apartment suites. We found the people we'd snuck in to visit, and they took us inside.
It turned out that the evil castle was a prison/research facility where they were breeding or engineering (or both) people with superpowers, like us. In fact, we'd all escaped from the facility a long time ago, long enough that we were pretty sure they weren't looking for us specifically anymore. So we chatted with the older members of the family, while their young kids ran around being precocious, and basically just hung out.
Then a boat full of assault-rifle wielding thugs pulled up to the balcony, and I was really nervous, but just kept telling myself 'act casual, don't run'. And indeed, they weren't looking for us. They had a list of people they were there to collect, a couple of whom *did* live in the apartment -- they were two of the smallest kids. Apparently, they'd been sold to an outside buyer.
The kids were handed over without incident, but the mood turned darker after that. I think my parents were trying to convince the people to take their remaining kids and flee, but they couldn't morph into gliders like we could, and we didn't really have a way to get them off the island anyway.
Then the REALLY nasty minions of the evil overlord stopped by, looking for intruders -- namely, me. I morphed into a big flat sheet and hid under the rug while they searched... but my parents thought that I might have gone ethereal (apparently, I had the ability to go ethereal, but not the ability to STOP being ethereal) and that I was 'lost' again.
I snuck out as soon as I thought it was safe to reassure them, before they started a dangerous ethereal rescue operation like the one they'd originally used to find me. I guess I wasn't their real kid after all.
So we landed at the docks of the evil castle, and quickly ran to the roller-coaster-like elevator (or elevator-like roller coaster, depending on how you look at it) which took us down to the living quarters, where all the slaves lived.
The living quarters resembled nothing so much as a hospital (actually, the group health clinic), except that instead of hospital rooms you had large apartment suites. We found the people we'd snuck in to visit, and they took us inside.
It turned out that the evil castle was a prison/research facility where they were breeding or engineering (or both) people with superpowers, like us. In fact, we'd all escaped from the facility a long time ago, long enough that we were pretty sure they weren't looking for us specifically anymore. So we chatted with the older members of the family, while their young kids ran around being precocious, and basically just hung out.
Then a boat full of assault-rifle wielding thugs pulled up to the balcony, and I was really nervous, but just kept telling myself 'act casual, don't run'. And indeed, they weren't looking for us. They had a list of people they were there to collect, a couple of whom *did* live in the apartment -- they were two of the smallest kids. Apparently, they'd been sold to an outside buyer.
The kids were handed over without incident, but the mood turned darker after that. I think my parents were trying to convince the people to take their remaining kids and flee, but they couldn't morph into gliders like we could, and we didn't really have a way to get them off the island anyway.
Then the REALLY nasty minions of the evil overlord stopped by, looking for intruders -- namely, me. I morphed into a big flat sheet and hid under the rug while they searched... but my parents thought that I might have gone ethereal (apparently, I had the ability to go ethereal, but not the ability to STOP being ethereal) and that I was 'lost' again.
I snuck out as soon as I thought it was safe to reassure them, before they started a dangerous ethereal rescue operation like the one they'd originally used to find me. I guess I wasn't their real kid after all.
