A weird dream I had
I just got up from an afternoon nap that had a very odd dream, which I'm writing down now before I forget it.
It started off with me in Asia, outside a large building in the middle of nowhere, hidden in a niche between some very large rocks. I was Solid Snake, ace spy, and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I had spent the last six months (though this was only a memory which I acquired, I didn't actually have to put up through this whole terrible affair) hiding in a single shadowed corner from guards. When they approached, I would hide behind this one very specific rock and lean to the left if they came from the right and lean to the right if they came from the left. I discussed all this with one guard as I was hiding for him and told him I thought this was kind of silly, and he agreed. Nonetheless I kept hiding, until abruptly the guard on the left spotted me, despite my being behind a rock, because he saw my Ghurka cap. I'm not sure what the Ghurka's are, but I think they're a real organization of special forces for some european country or another - I'm pretty sure a 'ghurka cap' only existed in the dream, and was a code name for my wild english rockstar hair, which is, in the real world, in desperate need of a haircut.
So, you know, he shot me in the skull, and I said 'ow', and was taken prisoner by a very strange man. I was told that the last six months of hiding behind the rock had been a hallucination, and he showed me what I had actually been doing, which apparently was 'shit myself while being very incoherent in a padded room'. I was shown the proof of this immediately after he took me in to a very unnerving room with six very disturbing torture devices, only one of which I remember clearly: My video-journal from my time in the padded room was mounted in an automatic reader which had a very, very awkward interface. (I had to step on the LEFT pedal to turn to the next page on the RIGHT, and on top of that, stepping on the pedal caused it to lurch violently in to the air.) Anyhow, on the video, I was talking about world domination or somesuch, but I had a very wild, scraggly beard - plus, there were two horizontal stripes on that beard of bright blue-yellow hair. I immediately recognized that I was possessed by an alien entity, and that those stripes were in fact the antennae of this entity.
In fact, then another man came in, who was clearly ALSO possessed by a similar entity but seemed okay with it - in fact, really, the alien entity seemed more pissed than he was, though not about being attached to him.
There was a transition period here in my dream in which the rules changed. Perspective slipped to a flashback of me in the 'wild' (by which I mean leaping across very simply videogame grasslands, catching watermelons to prevent me from running out of my food meter, and going through 'basic training' by doing such things as opening bags of bread without being bitten by the spider inside or running in tight circles around square-foot panes of glass without breaking the glass or being bitten by the tiny whirlwind. This perspective continued forward until long after I should have caught up with the 'present', but everything was different. The previous Metal-Gear-Solid present was discarded and forgotten, as far as I can tell, and this is what was true next:
I was infected by a very strange meme, one which I could spread like any normal disease - if people inhaled any air I coughed out, for example. This meme was given to me when I was on the run in the wild and forced to bite a wild spider to death in my own defense. It was created by a man trying to create a better future for humanity by reducing human resource consumption. The first draft removed the urge to mate and was scratched because it was making people unhappy. This second version, the one I had, removed the urge to own things. (I was also feeling a bit elitist and rather smug about myself for having this disease which was the future of humanity, although watching other people speed-huffing it was kind of disconcerting.) I relayed all this information to a pair of girls as I walked through a church, a subway, and into a hospital, infecting others all the while. They left me at the hospital, disgusted with my behavior, possibly starting to be affected by the virus.
Then I saw this girl in orange clothes with wild orange-dyed hair. I tried to get close to her but she would vanish. The second time I saw her was right outside the hospital - keep in mind this 'hospital' was basically a small intersection in what looked like an apartment building, I opened a door and there she was, below the balcony I was standing on. I could walk down some stairs to reach her or leap off the balcony, but I knew if I walked down the stairs she'd vanish by the time I got there. So I leapt.
As I was falling, she looked up to me, and spoke. "Do you really think we'll let you have the book this soon?" Then she exploded in to white light, with an image of a worm-eaten book the color of shoeleather erupting in to my mind's eye, and I 'woke up' - it had all been a dream within a dream. But I kept clinging to my pillow, desperate to fall back in to the dream, still infected with the meme, and I could feel her hand pressing gently on the side of my head as I struggled for somnescence.
Shortly, I woke up for real, blinked a few times at how sweaty I was (it didn't really seem like a cold-sweat sort of dream) then got over and started writing this.
Weird dream!
It started off with me in Asia, outside a large building in the middle of nowhere, hidden in a niche between some very large rocks. I was Solid Snake, ace spy, and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I had spent the last six months (though this was only a memory which I acquired, I didn't actually have to put up through this whole terrible affair) hiding in a single shadowed corner from guards. When they approached, I would hide behind this one very specific rock and lean to the left if they came from the right and lean to the right if they came from the left. I discussed all this with one guard as I was hiding for him and told him I thought this was kind of silly, and he agreed. Nonetheless I kept hiding, until abruptly the guard on the left spotted me, despite my being behind a rock, because he saw my Ghurka cap. I'm not sure what the Ghurka's are, but I think they're a real organization of special forces for some european country or another - I'm pretty sure a 'ghurka cap' only existed in the dream, and was a code name for my wild english rockstar hair, which is, in the real world, in desperate need of a haircut.
So, you know, he shot me in the skull, and I said 'ow', and was taken prisoner by a very strange man. I was told that the last six months of hiding behind the rock had been a hallucination, and he showed me what I had actually been doing, which apparently was 'shit myself while being very incoherent in a padded room'. I was shown the proof of this immediately after he took me in to a very unnerving room with six very disturbing torture devices, only one of which I remember clearly: My video-journal from my time in the padded room was mounted in an automatic reader which had a very, very awkward interface. (I had to step on the LEFT pedal to turn to the next page on the RIGHT, and on top of that, stepping on the pedal caused it to lurch violently in to the air.) Anyhow, on the video, I was talking about world domination or somesuch, but I had a very wild, scraggly beard - plus, there were two horizontal stripes on that beard of bright blue-yellow hair. I immediately recognized that I was possessed by an alien entity, and that those stripes were in fact the antennae of this entity.
In fact, then another man came in, who was clearly ALSO possessed by a similar entity but seemed okay with it - in fact, really, the alien entity seemed more pissed than he was, though not about being attached to him.
There was a transition period here in my dream in which the rules changed. Perspective slipped to a flashback of me in the 'wild' (by which I mean leaping across very simply videogame grasslands, catching watermelons to prevent me from running out of my food meter, and going through 'basic training' by doing such things as opening bags of bread without being bitten by the spider inside or running in tight circles around square-foot panes of glass without breaking the glass or being bitten by the tiny whirlwind. This perspective continued forward until long after I should have caught up with the 'present', but everything was different. The previous Metal-Gear-Solid present was discarded and forgotten, as far as I can tell, and this is what was true next:
I was infected by a very strange meme, one which I could spread like any normal disease - if people inhaled any air I coughed out, for example. This meme was given to me when I was on the run in the wild and forced to bite a wild spider to death in my own defense. It was created by a man trying to create a better future for humanity by reducing human resource consumption. The first draft removed the urge to mate and was scratched because it was making people unhappy. This second version, the one I had, removed the urge to own things. (I was also feeling a bit elitist and rather smug about myself for having this disease which was the future of humanity, although watching other people speed-huffing it was kind of disconcerting.) I relayed all this information to a pair of girls as I walked through a church, a subway, and into a hospital, infecting others all the while. They left me at the hospital, disgusted with my behavior, possibly starting to be affected by the virus.
Then I saw this girl in orange clothes with wild orange-dyed hair. I tried to get close to her but she would vanish. The second time I saw her was right outside the hospital - keep in mind this 'hospital' was basically a small intersection in what looked like an apartment building, I opened a door and there she was, below the balcony I was standing on. I could walk down some stairs to reach her or leap off the balcony, but I knew if I walked down the stairs she'd vanish by the time I got there. So I leapt.
As I was falling, she looked up to me, and spoke. "Do you really think we'll let you have the book this soon?" Then she exploded in to white light, with an image of a worm-eaten book the color of shoeleather erupting in to my mind's eye, and I 'woke up' - it had all been a dream within a dream. But I kept clinging to my pillow, desperate to fall back in to the dream, still infected with the meme, and I could feel her hand pressing gently on the side of my head as I struggled for somnescence.
Shortly, I woke up for real, blinked a few times at how sweaty I was (it didn't really seem like a cold-sweat sort of dream) then got over and started writing this.
Weird dream!