Setting: A huge cruise ship, like Titanic but more modernized.
There was this humanoid "pixie" whom I had seen earlier. She was blonde and quite cute.
That's why, as I see her again just as the elevator doors are closing, I panic and hit lots of elevator buttons hoping to re-open the doors so that I can go out there and see her again. One of the buttons I press happens to be the "alarm" button. It causes the entire cruise ship to sound an alarm. "Oops," I shrug to the others who are in the elevator with me.
The doors of the elevator open only when it reaches the lower level. Visible and lethal green gas is already seeping into the room (apparently, it's a security response triggered by the alarm), but the elevator is now out of service. We run up the stairs towards the exit, the green gas on our tails. To complicate things, there is a narrow glass maze with timed doors that open only every 2 seconds and then clamp shut so hard as to be able to pulverize anyone unfortunate enough to be standing there (think old-school Prince of Persia with the fanged doors). Inside the maze, we are still chased by "pockets" of green gas that seep inside the maze whenever the doors open.
After traversing many such doors, I exit the glass maze and step into a large hallway with metal detectors: the ship's security gate. There are three large lines to board individual smaller ships that travel to the mainland of our vacation spot. The cruise ship never docks; it just sets anchor far away from land while the smaller ships actually travel to the mainland.
Supposedly, everyone must board these ships, because they have to sink the cruise ship for "maintenance" while the passengers of the ship are gone. However, there are still about 100 people in line waiting to board the ships when suddenly the lights in the hall dim and turn blue. The modernized gates leading to the smaller ships close with a hydraulic hiss, and I hear a soft, low "thunk" as the first ship detaches itself from the main cruise ship and sets sail. Two more thunks follow.
We realize we are trapped inside a cruise ship that is about to be put underwater for "maintenance." Oh well.
[skip some scenes]
The majority of the passengers are still on land, and we have the cruise ship all to ourselves! Somehow, the ship is fine and dandy, and we are not underwater. We approach land.
For some strange reason, we are pressed to find "riches" from land and bring them back to the ship. For another strange reason, we can't simply bring the cruise ship to the beach and dock there; we have to jump into the water with snorkeling gear and PUSH the damn cruise ship with our bare hands until it reaches shore.
And so we do, me and two of my nondescript friends. We go underwater and push at the bottom of the ship's hull. It proves to be surprisingly easy, and the ship even seems to tilt and almost tip over a couple of times.
One of my friends ask, "What if we accidentally tip the cruise ship over and it falls onto us?"
I respond, "That's pretty much impossible; even a shark ramming the cruise ship head-on wouldn't budge it even a bit."
My other friend says, "Yeah that shark would definitely just knock himself out."
But we are still bothered, because the cruise ship is so light and really DOES almost tip over a couple of times. As the three of us align the cruise ship with the shore, I marvel at how easy it is to move the cruise ship just by myself. I wonder, "Why is it so light?" We turn around and look over our shoulders.
Lo and behold, the gigantic cruise ship is hundreds of feet behind us, and has not budged a bit. In fact, what we had thought to be our cruise ship was, in actuality, nothing but a large blow-up dolphin balloon.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
So I was in bed with this guy
The test is to fly a rocket ship, launched from Earth, through a small ring barely bigger than the thickness of the rocket itself. If the rocket ship flies through the small ring without touching the edge, the captain is accepted into the elite group. If not, the captain is executed by "reapers."
As an omniscient observer I witnessed the deaths of many such captains who failed the test. They would be put inside an elevator. The elevator door would open, jump back to closed position, and re-open, in a very creepy infinite loop. During one such opening, small blue imp-like creatures, "reapers," would jump into the elevator and kill them.
So I was in bed with this guy. And I was wondering why I was here in the first place, or why this guy, who didn't seem gay, would want me in bed with him.
That's when I attained a third-person view of myself, and I realized I was a chick. I was a female captain who had failed the test, but I had made a bargain with this guy that I would have sex with him and he would see to it that I would not be executed by the reapers.
But this was a gross misunderstanding: I was only a male playing a female character! So I flung my hands up and said "Dude! Stop! I'm a man!" and hurriedly detached myself from this guy. He was confused at first, since I looked nothing like a man; I was a woman. However, he quickly realized that lots of male players choose female models for their characters in MMORPG's, so he believed me (thankfully).
Real-life connection to dream:
I have two female characters in the MMORPG Rohan, and they are both extremely attractive.
As an omniscient observer I witnessed the deaths of many such captains who failed the test. They would be put inside an elevator. The elevator door would open, jump back to closed position, and re-open, in a very creepy infinite loop. During one such opening, small blue imp-like creatures, "reapers," would jump into the elevator and kill them.
So I was in bed with this guy. And I was wondering why I was here in the first place, or why this guy, who didn't seem gay, would want me in bed with him.
That's when I attained a third-person view of myself, and I realized I was a chick. I was a female captain who had failed the test, but I had made a bargain with this guy that I would have sex with him and he would see to it that I would not be executed by the reapers.
But this was a gross misunderstanding: I was only a male playing a female character! So I flung my hands up and said "Dude! Stop! I'm a man!" and hurriedly detached myself from this guy. He was confused at first, since I looked nothing like a man; I was a woman. However, he quickly realized that lots of male players choose female models for their characters in MMORPG's, so he believed me (thankfully).
Real-life connection to dream:
I have two female characters in the MMORPG Rohan, and they are both extremely attractive.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Children with Blood
Something -- some bug or piece of dirt -- had become stuck inside the skin of my upper right arm. I had to find what it was, so I pried inside my skin folds with my left hand fingers.
Unfortunately, instead of finding what I was looking for, I accidentally dislodged an extremely important needle in my right arm that had been implanted by a surgeon months ago. As the needle disconnected from my body and became exposed to the air, it ceased to administer life-sustaining juice into my body, and I became noticeably weaker. Again and again, I tried to stick it back into my arm at various places and angles, but could not seem to find the correct vein.
Realizing that this was an emergency, I quickly phoned the doctor. He said, "Record a video showing what happened to your arm, put it on a floppy disk, and send it to me. Then I'll see what I can do."
I thought this was rather odd, since a video is much too large of a file to store in a floppy disk. Thus I ignored the doctor's request and, instead, went straight to the hospital myself.
Upon arrival, the doctor asked, "Did you record the video on a floppy disk like I asked you to?"
I said, "A video can't fit on a floppy disk."
He said, "Good, so now you know."
I realized that the sadistic doctor had wanted me to record a video, try to put it on a floppy disk, and fail. I got the uncomfortable feeling that this doctor was trying to hurt me instead of help me.
I asked, "Why did you tell me to put it on a floppy disk in the first place?"
"To teach you a lesson."
That the doctor had wanted to teach me a "lesson" before I had even done anything wrong further confirmed my suspicions that this doctor was an evil sadist.
The doctor's assistant pulled out some thick-rimmed glasses from an envelope, and handed them to me. I put them on, and they distorted my vision. I thought they were some sort of "drunk" glasses, so I stumbled around and joked, "haha, I'm drunk."
The doctor's assistant replied, "No, those are not glasses that give you drunk vision. They are actually a diagnostic tool we use to determine if someone is susceptible to a certain type of seizure. If you get a seizure in the next couple of minutes, we'll know you're one of those people."
I walked around for a bit, then gave them back to the assistant. No seizure. The evil doctor, disappointed, got bored and left the room to go work on his other evil deeds, and the assistant started explaining to me how they use the "seizure glasses" to diagnose people.
"If there is a seizure, an emergency will be announced. The course of action following a seizure begins with an announcement as such:
'This is an emergency seizure.
Some doctors will be slow, some will be of service.
Some surgeons will be slow, some will be of service....'"
He explained that during an emergency, some people cannot help having a panic attack. Reading aloud the announcement quells any anger towards certain people who panic and are "slow" to respond to emergencies, thus facilitating quicker cooperation between members of the hospital staff.
While casually listening to the assistant, I began to experience a vague headache, which throbbed and gradually grew more intense. I was feeling so sick, I nearly fell over while trying to lay down. My vision blurred, the lights on the ceiling became nondescript spinning halos. Then, all of a sudden, my body began to spasm violently, and I was experiencing a full-on seizure.
I heard a voice,
"This is an emergency seizure."
I saw, through blurred vision, some people shuffling quickly to attempt to aid me. I noted that my sadistic doctor, who had not yet returned, seemed to be one of the most remarkably "slow" staff members to respond.
"Some doctors will be slow, some will be of service."
Suddenly, I could no longer see the hospital staff. Instead, a large crowd of children were running at me, their faces and hands covered in blood. Gruesome and gory, they ran into the windowed wall, the only thing separating me from them. As they beat at the large plexi-glass windows with their fists, their horribly distorted and bloody faces screamed a silent scream. I lay there helplessly, still experiencing violent spasms. The sturdy windows became equally covered in blood, but did not break.
"Some surgeons will be slow, some will be of service..."
Unfortunately, instead of finding what I was looking for, I accidentally dislodged an extremely important needle in my right arm that had been implanted by a surgeon months ago. As the needle disconnected from my body and became exposed to the air, it ceased to administer life-sustaining juice into my body, and I became noticeably weaker. Again and again, I tried to stick it back into my arm at various places and angles, but could not seem to find the correct vein.
Realizing that this was an emergency, I quickly phoned the doctor. He said, "Record a video showing what happened to your arm, put it on a floppy disk, and send it to me. Then I'll see what I can do."
I thought this was rather odd, since a video is much too large of a file to store in a floppy disk. Thus I ignored the doctor's request and, instead, went straight to the hospital myself.
Upon arrival, the doctor asked, "Did you record the video on a floppy disk like I asked you to?"
I said, "A video can't fit on a floppy disk."
He said, "Good, so now you know."
I realized that the sadistic doctor had wanted me to record a video, try to put it on a floppy disk, and fail. I got the uncomfortable feeling that this doctor was trying to hurt me instead of help me.
I asked, "Why did you tell me to put it on a floppy disk in the first place?"
"To teach you a lesson."
That the doctor had wanted to teach me a "lesson" before I had even done anything wrong further confirmed my suspicions that this doctor was an evil sadist.
The doctor's assistant pulled out some thick-rimmed glasses from an envelope, and handed them to me. I put them on, and they distorted my vision. I thought they were some sort of "drunk" glasses, so I stumbled around and joked, "haha, I'm drunk."
The doctor's assistant replied, "No, those are not glasses that give you drunk vision. They are actually a diagnostic tool we use to determine if someone is susceptible to a certain type of seizure. If you get a seizure in the next couple of minutes, we'll know you're one of those people."
I walked around for a bit, then gave them back to the assistant. No seizure. The evil doctor, disappointed, got bored and left the room to go work on his other evil deeds, and the assistant started explaining to me how they use the "seizure glasses" to diagnose people.
"If there is a seizure, an emergency will be announced. The course of action following a seizure begins with an announcement as such:
'This is an emergency seizure.
Some doctors will be slow, some will be of service.
Some surgeons will be slow, some will be of service....'"
He explained that during an emergency, some people cannot help having a panic attack. Reading aloud the announcement quells any anger towards certain people who panic and are "slow" to respond to emergencies, thus facilitating quicker cooperation between members of the hospital staff.
While casually listening to the assistant, I began to experience a vague headache, which throbbed and gradually grew more intense. I was feeling so sick, I nearly fell over while trying to lay down. My vision blurred, the lights on the ceiling became nondescript spinning halos. Then, all of a sudden, my body began to spasm violently, and I was experiencing a full-on seizure.
I heard a voice,
"This is an emergency seizure."
I saw, through blurred vision, some people shuffling quickly to attempt to aid me. I noted that my sadistic doctor, who had not yet returned, seemed to be one of the most remarkably "slow" staff members to respond.
"Some doctors will be slow, some will be of service."
Suddenly, I could no longer see the hospital staff. Instead, a large crowd of children were running at me, their faces and hands covered in blood. Gruesome and gory, they ran into the windowed wall, the only thing separating me from them. As they beat at the large plexi-glass windows with their fists, their horribly distorted and bloody faces screamed a silent scream. I lay there helplessly, still experiencing violent spasms. The sturdy windows became equally covered in blood, but did not break.
"Some surgeons will be slow, some will be of service..."
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