I had a dream last night that I was both playing and participating in a video-type game where you have to hide from and kill bad people and pick up ammunition along the way. I confess, i actually enjoyed games like this in my time. I think video games can be a huge waste of time and hope to never own anything other than my sweet N64 with Mario Kart, but that is probably because i would fear becoming totally addicted and living a life of lameness and shame.
So, this dream was fun because i used to like video games like that, but it was also scary because I was a real participant at the same time. Sean and i were comrades and we kept running from weird corner to weird corner, hoping to find some guns. We were in this huge warehouse-y military'ish complex/ hidden headquarters with a lot of machinery where the bad guys were and if we were spotted, we were dead. One time we ran into a wall of guns and ammo and we hurriedly tried to stock up. (I say "ran into" because at times I really felt like a computer simulation. So frustrating being a simulation, i tell you.) I grabbed a handgun and loaded it (which i somehow knew to do. I even pulled back on some lever thing.. what the what now?) and threw some grenades into Sean's backpack. I think he also grabbed some kind of mini-rocket launcher and handed it to me which i would wildly use like an idiot, immediately blasting everything but an enemy. For some reason I was always the one to shoot the weapons, covering us, or "covering us," i should say, because i sucked, while Sean worked on something vitally important and possibly tech-y.
So it felt real, but i was always struggling with my gun because the trigger was so weirdly difficult to pull, but I also had to keep reminding myself to save my game! SAVE! Why? Because Sean kept getting the ax. Usually due to my inability to aim/shoot in time. Every weapon i tried, i struggled with. And then i'd use up all my bullets right away and then Sean would get shot. I remember constantly telling myself, "Ctrl+ S! Ctrl+ S!" (how was i supposed to save? I don't know, with my mind?) (also, this dream is starting to sound familiar.) I don't recall the "game" ever starting over, but each time Sean died, we'd somehow be back at it. That's really all i can say about that. Dreams are fun. Reading about other people's is even funner.
At one point we were hidden with a 3rd person in our group (unnamed, unfaced) on the ground outside in a sort of shallow trench, but between two flaps of plastic that didn't quite come up and over us. We were underneath a wall and it was nighttime. Weird little cubby. I had my arm half over the plastic on the outside part of the wall and we held deathly still while a bad soldier man was walking by with others. At the moment i thought, "dang, i should pull in my arm" he said, "wait--check there..." and BAM! Sean's dead, and i think, "did i hit save?!?"
End of dream.
Very, very odd. But it makes sense that you know how to load a handgun. Weren't you in our prom group when we went shooting for our day activity? You totally have experience...
No, I wasn't in your group. i think I went to Nutty Putty & almost died.
If i can load one, why can't I use one??? I don't like guns at all, but I'm tired of lookin' the fool in my dreams and also letting people die.
whoops i just remembered someone died in NP. Please excuse my comment.
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