Phil (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pwtucker) wrote,@ 2004-01-10 16:09:00 |
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Interesting dream last night. Involved Paul.
We were all covert spies investigating a massive scientific/military compound - there must have been five of us. The building was truly gigantic, shaped like a vast, iron gray brick, all hard angles and sharp corners, covered with slate gray windows and fire escapes. We were attending a movie screening - that was our way in, and during the film we were planning on slipping out and exploring.
So - we line up outside, buy our tickets, are led to this movie theater inside that must have been able to seat at least 2000 people, except there were perhaps twenty five there. We sit way up at the top, and look for a way to escape but can't - we're being watched by tonnes of guards. Then some powerful dignitary makes his way in at the bottom - and during that moment I seize the opportunity to escape through a side door, leaving the others behind.
Out and into the science complex. I find myself accidentally stepping out into a courtyard of sorts which is watched by guards - they're everywhere. Door is locked behind me, and I know that I have to cross the gravel yard somehow to get to the next door. Which is impossible - or would be, if I didn't suddenly manifest this chameleon-like ability to change the surface of my body into the material I'm crossing over. So - thinking hard - I change my skin and slink out and around and up onto the landing and in through the door. Only to slip out into the far side of the courtyard again, and have to repeat the process. (sidenote: changing my skin and to a degree my body shape was very, very fun)
Into the corridors. Trying to avoid people who are walking around and in so doing end up ducking down a side corridor while being chased and then out a window and onto a fire escape and then down to the ground far below. Outside, free, but with my friends trapped within and stuck.
How to get back inside? I walk around, explore, go to the ticket booth and complain that I left my shoe or something in the movie theater. They call a Professor who asks me some questions and lets me back in. I sneak off down a side corridor and slip out once again into that courtyard. Back across, changing my skin, up and in, running and avoiding guards, dodging and hiding. End up in this secret room several levels below, where I meet some prisoners of war...
And then SHIFT
And I'm in a red caddy driven by this British friend of Mark's and we're killing time out in the countryside till this show starts and I'm in the backseat and somebody is riding shotgun. Looks like we're driving around Alabama, what with all the haystacks and pickup trucks and farms and whatnot.
Mark's friend has this cool magnet attached to his key chain that is incredibly powerful - as we drive slowly past this deserted gas tanker, he turns it on and gets all the small latches to unsnick themselves one by one. We start joyriding over some bumps, getting over five feet of air at times, and then we reach a field and I ask if I can drive over the next few bumps. Sure, he says, and I run over to check out the bumps - only to see that they're impossible to drive over, a trick in perspective, because each bump is over eight feet high, two feet long and with only a couple more feet between them. Disappointed I go back, and the dream ends.
We were all covert spies investigating a massive scientific/military compound - there must have been five of us. The building was truly gigantic, shaped like a vast, iron gray brick, all hard angles and sharp corners, covered with slate gray windows and fire escapes. We were attending a movie screening - that was our way in, and during the film we were planning on slipping out and exploring.
So - we line up outside, buy our tickets, are led to this movie theater inside that must have been able to seat at least 2000 people, except there were perhaps twenty five there. We sit way up at the top, and look for a way to escape but can't - we're being watched by tonnes of guards. Then some powerful dignitary makes his way in at the bottom - and during that moment I seize the opportunity to escape through a side door, leaving the others behind.
Out and into the science complex. I find myself accidentally stepping out into a courtyard of sorts which is watched by guards - they're everywhere. Door is locked behind me, and I know that I have to cross the gravel yard somehow to get to the next door. Which is impossible - or would be, if I didn't suddenly manifest this chameleon-like ability to change the surface of my body into the material I'm crossing over. So - thinking hard - I change my skin and slink out and around and up onto the landing and in through the door. Only to slip out into the far side of the courtyard again, and have to repeat the process. (sidenote: changing my skin and to a degree my body shape was very, very fun)
Into the corridors. Trying to avoid people who are walking around and in so doing end up ducking down a side corridor while being chased and then out a window and onto a fire escape and then down to the ground far below. Outside, free, but with my friends trapped within and stuck.
How to get back inside? I walk around, explore, go to the ticket booth and complain that I left my shoe or something in the movie theater. They call a Professor who asks me some questions and lets me back in. I sneak off down a side corridor and slip out once again into that courtyard. Back across, changing my skin, up and in, running and avoiding guards, dodging and hiding. End up in this secret room several levels below, where I meet some prisoners of war...
And then SHIFT
And I'm in a red caddy driven by this British friend of Mark's and we're killing time out in the countryside till this show starts and I'm in the backseat and somebody is riding shotgun. Looks like we're driving around Alabama, what with all the haystacks and pickup trucks and farms and whatnot.
Mark's friend has this cool magnet attached to his key chain that is incredibly powerful - as we drive slowly past this deserted gas tanker, he turns it on and gets all the small latches to unsnick themselves one by one. We start joyriding over some bumps, getting over five feet of air at times, and then we reach a field and I ask if I can drive over the next few bumps. Sure, he says, and I run over to check out the bumps - only to see that they're impossible to drive over, a trick in perspective, because each bump is over eight feet high, two feet long and with only a couple more feet between them. Disappointed I go back, and the dream ends.
