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Dreamsing
I've had pieces of this dream before, but this time all at once. I never saw how they all fit together before. Unfortunately, I've forgotten most of this over the days events...d'oh.
My viewpoint often floated away from 'me' (young, maybe 10-12 year old) in this one, too.
It began in some kind of high-tech mobile military base, and I was assigned to the room of the squad of psychos. Yes, they were actually insane, and very effective. Similar to Rifts' Crazies, come to think of it. Only, once I'd moved past and was looking around the room (in a fair amount of peril from the other inhabitants) one of them started talking to the...director? Advisor? who'd assigned me here. He'd wondered if I was right for this place. The person told him not really, but it was important that I think so, I was a kind of brainwash experiment and thought I was a machine, and they'd given me a mechanical jack-o-lantern that fit over my head that helped with this illusion.
Later, I'm on a school bus, getting off in the wrong area because I'm looking for the advisor, but claiming I'm looking for my brother. (The mechanical pumpkin head is nowhere to be found.) I find the person in an apartment, dead in a bathtub. No obvious wounds. I report my find to a contact, asking if it's possible to repair him. (I apparently still have some difficulties with mechanical versus organic, or something.)
Near the end, I and two innocent bystander-children are putting on a small play in a corner of a grocery store. Using takeapart/transforming toys. Mine has a fist-sized nuke in it that can take out this town, and more than likely starting a war. I and the rest of the psycho squad are here on a suicide mission, I'm in here, the rest are outside down the block.
Eventually, the play comes to an end, and everyone is helping us find the pieces of two of the big toy robots which were scattered through the store somehow. Finally, they're both complete. Over the course of the dream I eventuall broke through some of the brainwashing enough to tell these people things: That this 'robot' here has a bomb in it, that there are people waiting outside to start shooting people if they leave, that there's no way to disarm or remove the bomb (luckily it's not on a timer or remote sequence) and that all electrical communications are being monitored and will call in the squad. Amazingly, everyone believes me. Everyone agrees we need some sort of plan. No one has any ideas.
Seems like a particularly sucky time to wake up, doesn't it?
My viewpoint often floated away from 'me' (young, maybe 10-12 year old) in this one, too.
It began in some kind of high-tech mobile military base, and I was assigned to the room of the squad of psychos. Yes, they were actually insane, and very effective. Similar to Rifts' Crazies, come to think of it. Only, once I'd moved past and was looking around the room (in a fair amount of peril from the other inhabitants) one of them started talking to the...director? Advisor? who'd assigned me here. He'd wondered if I was right for this place. The person told him not really, but it was important that I think so, I was a kind of brainwash experiment and thought I was a machine, and they'd given me a mechanical jack-o-lantern that fit over my head that helped with this illusion.
Later, I'm on a school bus, getting off in the wrong area because I'm looking for the advisor, but claiming I'm looking for my brother. (The mechanical pumpkin head is nowhere to be found.) I find the person in an apartment, dead in a bathtub. No obvious wounds. I report my find to a contact, asking if it's possible to repair him. (I apparently still have some difficulties with mechanical versus organic, or something.)
Near the end, I and two innocent bystander-children are putting on a small play in a corner of a grocery store. Using takeapart/transforming toys. Mine has a fist-sized nuke in it that can take out this town, and more than likely starting a war. I and the rest of the psycho squad are here on a suicide mission, I'm in here, the rest are outside down the block.
Eventually, the play comes to an end, and everyone is helping us find the pieces of two of the big toy robots which were scattered through the store somehow. Finally, they're both complete. Over the course of the dream I eventuall broke through some of the brainwashing enough to tell these people things: That this 'robot' here has a bomb in it, that there are people waiting outside to start shooting people if they leave, that there's no way to disarm or remove the bomb (luckily it's not on a timer or remote sequence) and that all electrical communications are being monitored and will call in the squad. Amazingly, everyone believes me. Everyone agrees we need some sort of plan. No one has any ideas.
Seems like a particularly sucky time to wake up, doesn't it?