I had a dream...
Jan. 12th, 2003 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terrycloth...and in my dream, the local pet store -- or possibly the local Target, it had elements of both -- was overrun with mechanical insects. There were three kinds: little mindless ones that were harmless, giant planaria warriors, and complicated and ugly queens. They mostly lived in the walls of the store, but enough of them scurried about over the floor and shelves that it wasn't safe to go inside.
I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but about halfway through I (I was a little robotic... thingie. Possibly a good insect) had a 'clicker' installed that sent out a constant IFF type signal to the metal insects that made them ignore me. Thus camoflagued, I infiltrated the store, rode their lift (which could only be operated from third person, since the mechanism was sealed and the button was on the outside), and was dropped from the ceiling into the pet section, where a small child was crying because the bugs had killed her puppy.
It turned out that her puppy was still alive, so I anesthetized it so that it looked dead and brought it to her, which did not make her any happier. Then I stole a couple other animals, and some other things including a solid gold ferret, and went home to the abusive fraternity where a bunch of people were really pissed that I'd gone on the mission, until I bought them off with the gold.
About this time I was human and first-person again (I went first-person first, so I don't know when I turned human), and the world was being destroyed by giant unnatural vortexes, that looked sort of like tornadoes rendered in 3d by a really bad artist -- they had half-transparent, half-white-opaque spirally striped cylinders, one central one that ran from the 'sky' to the 'ground' and one fatter but shorter one hovering around the center. There was a similarly inepty rendered mothership ala Independence Day hovering over the city.
A friend I used to know from work appeared, and told me we had One Last Chance to save the world -- god had agreed to intervene as long as we won the next game we played on the first try, and he had just the game! Breakout! I told him that I kind of sucked at Breakout, I'd only ever gotten to level 200 or so, and that it was really hard and long besides. Wouldn't it make more sense to pick a children's game or something else easy?
But he insisted, ridiculing me for my lack of courage, so we were stuck playing four-player breakout. I flubbed badly on level 2, and we lost. I was too ashamed at losing so quickly to say 'I told you so'.
I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but about halfway through I (I was a little robotic... thingie. Possibly a good insect) had a 'clicker' installed that sent out a constant IFF type signal to the metal insects that made them ignore me. Thus camoflagued, I infiltrated the store, rode their lift (which could only be operated from third person, since the mechanism was sealed and the button was on the outside), and was dropped from the ceiling into the pet section, where a small child was crying because the bugs had killed her puppy.
It turned out that her puppy was still alive, so I anesthetized it so that it looked dead and brought it to her, which did not make her any happier. Then I stole a couple other animals, and some other things including a solid gold ferret, and went home to the abusive fraternity where a bunch of people were really pissed that I'd gone on the mission, until I bought them off with the gold.
About this time I was human and first-person again (I went first-person first, so I don't know when I turned human), and the world was being destroyed by giant unnatural vortexes, that looked sort of like tornadoes rendered in 3d by a really bad artist -- they had half-transparent, half-white-opaque spirally striped cylinders, one central one that ran from the 'sky' to the 'ground' and one fatter but shorter one hovering around the center. There was a similarly inepty rendered mothership ala Independence Day hovering over the city.
A friend I used to know from work appeared, and told me we had One Last Chance to save the world -- god had agreed to intervene as long as we won the next game we played on the first try, and he had just the game! Breakout! I told him that I kind of sucked at Breakout, I'd only ever gotten to level 200 or so, and that it was really hard and long besides. Wouldn't it make more sense to pick a children's game or something else easy?
But he insisted, ridiculing me for my lack of courage, so we were stuck playing four-player breakout. I flubbed badly on level 2, and we lost. I was too ashamed at losing so quickly to say 'I told you so'.
