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Well another night of good sleep brings another night full of dreams.
This one was a little more offbeat and storylined than the others that I normally have but just as weird if not more.
I am in space, flying down a giant causeway alongside a soon-to-be-downed spacecraft. It's tail end is starting to catch fire, the cockpit is already charred and for all I know the pilots and passengers are already dead. Halfway down the runway, the ship buckles downward and slams into the ground, it's front end crumbling into a pile of mangled metal. It flips over and continues skidding towards the huge hangar doors at the end of the runway. Sparks fly in all directions as it slows down from the friction and into the doors it goes. I slow myself and touch down to the side next to the doors, and enter through a smaller door into an even more chaotic situation.
Someone is trying to take over this station! As soon as I enter through the door, a weapon is thrown to me and my fellow crew members yell for my assistance. A few of them are holding back a door and on the other side I can hear the opposition. Shouting and trying to break through. Their weapons creating a weird buzzing sound when they hit the door. I run up to the side of the door and yell at my comrades to open it. They stare at me, confused, but that was enough. Losing their concentration the door creaked open just enough to stick my weapon through(some kind of long handled stick with the punishment deal at the end I stuck through).
I press a button and this blue flash envelopes the room, and I pull it back as the door is closed again. The force outside the door neutralized, we barricaded our side and began to relax. A bright yellow light flashed on the ceiling, and an announcement sounded stating that the self destruct sequence had been activated.
(At this point I was semi awake and thinking how cliche, you can tell because of what happens next). The countdown begins, and there is a terminal in our room, and we try to stop it. We don't get it in time, and just as the countdown reaches the end, this bright white light engulfs everything, time slows down, and moments later we are back to keeping the enemy from getting through the door.
Confused as to what just happened, I shrug and ram against the door, yelling at my compadres to forget it and get the hell out of here. I repeat my past action of sticking my weapon through the door and slaying the enemy, but this time there are more to come, and I have left myself alone to keep them out. The announcement and countdown sound off again, and I am there, leaning against the door thinking just how ******** I am. The countdown reaches 0 and I close my eyes thinking this is the end. But after 15 seconds and nothing happening, I reopen them. The resistance on the other side of the door is gone, and I walk over to the terminal again to see the countdown flashing [ 0 ]. Confused, I stand there and think that maybe someone else was able to deactivate it, but then a person come over the ship-wide intercom.
"Oops, forgot to press the "explode" button instead." and laughs.
Mindboggling. I scratched my head and asked myself "Instead?"
I opened the door and stepped through into another new environment...
A giant storehouse extended in front of me. Like those big warehouses, Costco or something of that sort. Apparently, this place was owned by a now-famous cartoonist. I walked through the isles, they were full of art supplies and I wondered what I was doing here. There was noone else around. I passed through more sections and the items finally started changing to other products. Cleaning supplies, food, toys, and other things. Then I came upon this staircase made of stacked packaged soda crates. The led up the side of the wall to a door, and I climbed them to see what was there. The door was locked, but there was a name tag that read the cartoonist's name(I don't remember who). I headed back down the steps and wondered where I should go next when I heard a loud banging noise to my left, and went to check it out. There were more people! The cartoonist was there as well, setting up some kind of stage so someone(maybe himself) could speak. There were a few others that were coming in to help. Many of these people looked homeless, and sickly. A few looked nice and respected. many were carrying weapons, but for what purpose I could not surmise. I looked to my left again, and being the weapons collector that I am, was excited to see a huge isle dedicated to guns of all kinds, and rushed over to check it out. There were shelves lined with all kinds of scopes, barrels, rails, muzzles, triggers, handles, you name it. EVERYTHING. There was another guy looking along side me and I asked him what the deal was.
"Free. You are in charge of upkeep though, no customer service, you know?"
I nodded and returned to find the best suited scope for me, since I'm more of a long range type marksmen. I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing here, but hell, i'm going to make some fun out of it while I can!
And so much for that, because I woke up to me step-dad's damn Harley outside the door *cries*
 Dreadhawk Dragontail · Mon Mar 26, 2007 @ 08:16pm · 1 Comments |
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