please don't eat me
Oog. I'm in a weird state right now. I just had a very strange but very powerful dream, and my mind is still kind of stuck in that mental mood space.
It started in some kind of busy future metropolis, with John taking me and another person or two out to all these fancy restaurants and bars. I remember feeling bad that he was shelling out so much cash so we could all have a good time. One of the bar owners didn't seem to want to leave me alone, though, even though he knew I was with John. Then one day John won some kind of lottery and we and a friend got to stay in a super fancy hotel suite for a while. I wandered around the high priced area of the hotel a little bit, and looked into some rich guy's room. There was some kind of hovercraft machine there, and I sat on it and tried to make it work. It was difficult at first, and I kept falling off the narrow seat, because to make it go I had to tilt my feet forward on the pedals. But I got used to it and I remember telling that pesky bar owner to step aside, I saw going out for a ride on my new found machine, and I went speeding out across the city. But there must have been something strange about that machine, because it changed into something different and got inside of me somehow, and it changed me into some kind of organic machine woman. It kind of reminds me of one of my many characters I like to make up, that has a colony of nanomachines in a capsule at the base of her brain. She can release them at will into her body and they maker her stronger, faster, able to heal faster - you know, all that superhero stuff. Except in the dream, I couldn't control it like that. I was still me but I was also part this machine that had gotten inside me. I went back to the hotel and snuck around in some famous guy's room, and began to haphazardly destroy things. I found I could also hide in plain sight, I must have had some kind of camoflauge ability. Then I went to the control center of the hotel, which in this futuristic setting was kind of like the bridge of a space ship with all these computer interfaces that controlled everything going on in the hotel. I found that I could sort of turn my arms into these tentacle like things and insert them into the computers and control them, and I made of mess of the whole hotel. I could even engulf and consume parts of the computers and assimilate them into myself. People there screamed and became afraid of me. This whole time I was in a sort of distracted daze, like I could only half control myself. A young woman found me, some kind of revolutionary, and she helped me escape from the hotel and became my friend. I remember she wore a very futuristic looking pink and black body suit, that must have had some kind of machine elements to it like the ones that were inside me now. She was the only one who wasn't afraid of me anymore. She wanted us to work together, her with her suit and me with the machines inside of me, to hijack some of the city's main controls. I don't remember if or how we actually got to the city's control center, but at one point we were sitting in a shallow bowl-shaped depression in the floor, sitting close to each other, touching, so her suit and my body could work together, while I inserted my tentacles into the computers in the floor. Or I tried to. But I couldn't completely control myself, and my whole body became a mass of machine tentacles, and they surrounded my new friend. I began to consume her suit the way I could consume computer parts but I was taking her with it. I remember her screaming, begging, "Please, don't eat me!" but it was too late and she was gone. I was so devastated I went on a rampage, and ended up breaking into an apartment building. I palpably remember throwing things, grabbing cups and bowls and throwing them as hard as I could onto the ground, I remember sticking my arm through a glass door and the feel of the glass slicing my hand. I burst through into another apartment and ran up the stairs, and found myself face to face with a little girl. I could hear and sense police coming after me, especially some woman who must have been a special agent of some kind, I remember her saying "Jesus she's with a kid up there!!" and her getting closer and closer, climbing the stairs with some kind of weapon that I knew could kill me. I stared at the little girl for a moment longer, then snatched some first aid kit I saw and dashed into some kind of tiny storage closet; I folded myself up into the tiny space and shut the door just as the woman burst into the room.
That's when my alarm went off.
My mind is caught up in the feeling of that moment where I consumed the woman in the pink and black suit. She struggled as I engulfed her. Her screams were muffled but she begged, she pleaded. Please don't eat me.
It started in some kind of busy future metropolis, with John taking me and another person or two out to all these fancy restaurants and bars. I remember feeling bad that he was shelling out so much cash so we could all have a good time. One of the bar owners didn't seem to want to leave me alone, though, even though he knew I was with John. Then one day John won some kind of lottery and we and a friend got to stay in a super fancy hotel suite for a while. I wandered around the high priced area of the hotel a little bit, and looked into some rich guy's room. There was some kind of hovercraft machine there, and I sat on it and tried to make it work. It was difficult at first, and I kept falling off the narrow seat, because to make it go I had to tilt my feet forward on the pedals. But I got used to it and I remember telling that pesky bar owner to step aside, I saw going out for a ride on my new found machine, and I went speeding out across the city. But there must have been something strange about that machine, because it changed into something different and got inside of me somehow, and it changed me into some kind of organic machine woman. It kind of reminds me of one of my many characters I like to make up, that has a colony of nanomachines in a capsule at the base of her brain. She can release them at will into her body and they maker her stronger, faster, able to heal faster - you know, all that superhero stuff. Except in the dream, I couldn't control it like that. I was still me but I was also part this machine that had gotten inside me. I went back to the hotel and snuck around in some famous guy's room, and began to haphazardly destroy things. I found I could also hide in plain sight, I must have had some kind of camoflauge ability. Then I went to the control center of the hotel, which in this futuristic setting was kind of like the bridge of a space ship with all these computer interfaces that controlled everything going on in the hotel. I found that I could sort of turn my arms into these tentacle like things and insert them into the computers and control them, and I made of mess of the whole hotel. I could even engulf and consume parts of the computers and assimilate them into myself. People there screamed and became afraid of me. This whole time I was in a sort of distracted daze, like I could only half control myself. A young woman found me, some kind of revolutionary, and she helped me escape from the hotel and became my friend. I remember she wore a very futuristic looking pink and black body suit, that must have had some kind of machine elements to it like the ones that were inside me now. She was the only one who wasn't afraid of me anymore. She wanted us to work together, her with her suit and me with the machines inside of me, to hijack some of the city's main controls. I don't remember if or how we actually got to the city's control center, but at one point we were sitting in a shallow bowl-shaped depression in the floor, sitting close to each other, touching, so her suit and my body could work together, while I inserted my tentacles into the computers in the floor. Or I tried to. But I couldn't completely control myself, and my whole body became a mass of machine tentacles, and they surrounded my new friend. I began to consume her suit the way I could consume computer parts but I was taking her with it. I remember her screaming, begging, "Please, don't eat me!" but it was too late and she was gone. I was so devastated I went on a rampage, and ended up breaking into an apartment building. I palpably remember throwing things, grabbing cups and bowls and throwing them as hard as I could onto the ground, I remember sticking my arm through a glass door and the feel of the glass slicing my hand. I burst through into another apartment and ran up the stairs, and found myself face to face with a little girl. I could hear and sense police coming after me, especially some woman who must have been a special agent of some kind, I remember her saying "Jesus she's with a kid up there!!" and her getting closer and closer, climbing the stairs with some kind of weapon that I knew could kill me. I stared at the little girl for a moment longer, then snatched some first aid kit I saw and dashed into some kind of tiny storage closet; I folded myself up into the tiny space and shut the door just as the woman burst into the room.
That's when my alarm went off.
My mind is caught up in the feeling of that moment where I consumed the woman in the pink and black suit. She struggled as I engulfed her. Her screams were muffled but she begged, she pleaded. Please don't eat me.