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I've been having nightmares, and I've been having dreams lately.
Earlier this year, I've had more nightmares than I care to count. I still remember them.
Seeing a group of men in dark shades and black suits raid a warehouse my father had entrusted to me, saying he'd been hiding something very, very wrong. they held me back and threw the tarps off whatever it was my dad had hid away, and started smashing glass panes and throwing water on them. Turns out my father had been safe-keeping hundreds and hundreds of exotic and vivid-colored butterflies, all of them human-sized, larger than life. and these men were destroying them, and I was powerless to stop them.
Being held hostage by an armed group, along with a sizable group of civilians. Despite barked orders and fool's errands, we civilians stuck together, took care of each other, made sure we were all healthy, sane, and determined to live. Heck, we even made sure our pets and children were doing alright. And then, the leader of the armed group says resources are running low, and orders all our pets be lined up in our full view, and shot point blank. There was a rabbit in there, shot point blank with a shotgun. and They made James hold down our cat Bandit so they could shoot him properly, or else they'd shoot James dead too.
I remember waking up screaming and crying to these two.
Giant man-eating bangus started chomping on the wharf I and a group of other people were on until it had successfully separated us and turned us into easy pickings for him. I was the first to go.
I find this darkly humurous.
It's been a couple of weeks since the nightmares paid a visit, though. This is a good thing.
I owe it to lots of good things happening to me -- PJ's wedding party, reconnecting with friends, the 10a Alabama craft fair, and Steam Powered Giraffe.
Recently, my dreams have been either bad-ass, awesome, funny, or a great mix of all three.
Dream 1 consists of channel-flipping through my subconscious -- After we see Renly Barratheon get tossed off a cliff to a waiting, hungry killer whale and man-eating dolphins, the channel switches to a madcap sitcom about the legalization of marijuana and how the brainier shanty-dwellers in Calcutta outsmart rich people with it. Cue a public service announcement about first-aid care for zombies.
Dream 2 was about inspecting an ancient Engyptian tomb with the SPG 'bots. It was a bit embarrassing switching The Spine on, because his head popped off and I had to hold his face to my (bounteous) chest to reach the switch on his nape. (Er, his head was kinda heavy?)
If David Michael Bennett or Bunny Bennett read this, I will never live this down.
Inspecting the tomb further, I managed to wander from the group and attract the attention of a very hungry baby T-Rex. (Uh-oh.) A different robot built like a tank Megatron was hold the dinosaur at bay. The Spine transformed into a human-sized steel greyhound, still wearing his fedora and red tie. He went for the dino's throat and snapped at its hamstrings. Rabbit's arms turned into mega-sized gattling guns, and fired away. (I have no idea how he managed to fit in all that metal. Hammer space?). The Jon helped out by causing all sorts of absurd mayhem; Pinkie Pie would've been proud.
We ended up alerting this herd of velociraptors, and soon the herd started joining the fray. We managed to get out alive with our hides and bolts in tact. I was scolded by my mother's elder brothers in the rain because I had "endangered their investments". I was happy enough to have had that crazy experience with SPG.
Hey subconscious, keep the badassery and awesomeness coming.
Earlier this year, I've had more nightmares than I care to count. I still remember them.
Seeing a group of men in dark shades and black suits raid a warehouse my father had entrusted to me, saying he'd been hiding something very, very wrong. they held me back and threw the tarps off whatever it was my dad had hid away, and started smashing glass panes and throwing water on them. Turns out my father had been safe-keeping hundreds and hundreds of exotic and vivid-colored butterflies, all of them human-sized, larger than life. and these men were destroying them, and I was powerless to stop them.
Being held hostage by an armed group, along with a sizable group of civilians. Despite barked orders and fool's errands, we civilians stuck together, took care of each other, made sure we were all healthy, sane, and determined to live. Heck, we even made sure our pets and children were doing alright. And then, the leader of the armed group says resources are running low, and orders all our pets be lined up in our full view, and shot point blank. There was a rabbit in there, shot point blank with a shotgun. and They made James hold down our cat Bandit so they could shoot him properly, or else they'd shoot James dead too.
I remember waking up screaming and crying to these two.
Giant man-eating bangus started chomping on the wharf I and a group of other people were on until it had successfully separated us and turned us into easy pickings for him. I was the first to go.
I find this darkly humurous.
It's been a couple of weeks since the nightmares paid a visit, though. This is a good thing.
I owe it to lots of good things happening to me -- PJ's wedding party, reconnecting with friends, the 10a Alabama craft fair, and Steam Powered Giraffe.
Recently, my dreams have been either bad-ass, awesome, funny, or a great mix of all three.
Dream 1 consists of channel-flipping through my subconscious -- After we see Renly Barratheon get tossed off a cliff to a waiting, hungry killer whale and man-eating dolphins, the channel switches to a madcap sitcom about the legalization of marijuana and how the brainier shanty-dwellers in Calcutta outsmart rich people with it. Cue a public service announcement about first-aid care for zombies.
Dream 2 was about inspecting an ancient Engyptian tomb with the SPG 'bots. It was a bit embarrassing switching The Spine on, because his head popped off and I had to hold his face to my (bounteous) chest to reach the switch on his nape. (Er, his head was kinda heavy?)
If David Michael Bennett or Bunny Bennett read this, I will never live this down.
Inspecting the tomb further, I managed to wander from the group and attract the attention of a very hungry baby T-Rex. (Uh-oh.) A different robot built like a tank Megatron was hold the dinosaur at bay. The Spine transformed into a human-sized steel greyhound, still wearing his fedora and red tie. He went for the dino's throat and snapped at its hamstrings. Rabbit's arms turned into mega-sized gattling guns, and fired away. (I have no idea how he managed to fit in all that metal. Hammer space?). The Jon helped out by causing all sorts of absurd mayhem; Pinkie Pie would've been proud.
We ended up alerting this herd of velociraptors, and soon the herd started joining the fray. We managed to get out alive with our hides and bolts in tact. I was scolded by my mother's elder brothers in the rain because I had "endangered their investments". I was happy enough to have had that crazy experience with SPG.
Hey subconscious, keep the badassery and awesomeness coming.