RAW TEXT (short version): Took pix Everyone likes me Into society room hit on chick kiss good results. I leave. Days later dream breathe/run to same room sign forms for society no time commitment. Days later drink weird juice fan very cold. I dance but they say "wut u doin?" Not party. Tests. Effects subside but I know movie ends w everyone dying. Oh before that, while fan cold Mr Grantham goes out of room and doesn't let me out. Concerned admin. Ok so he's gonna make us drink another. I slowly then quietly run away. run a lot till I in field near dorm but he appear from other side We judo (he Han now) but he say if I beat him at judo he'll curse/kill me I'm like wtf.
DETAILED RECOLLECTIONS (long version):
I was with my family, and we were leaving this place to go home. Parents and sister had gone ahead, but I had taken a detour into one of many rooms in this building. It is some sort of long but informal dining room, with long tables.
I stride confidently into the room and there's a lot of dudes and a couple of chicks. They are just drinking and having a good time, and they remind me of frat/sorority people. Though no one knows me, everyone welcomes me because I am the new random guy who walked in. Somehow I also strike up a fun conversation with the one hot chick.
There is one adult about 30 years old. He takes some pictures of us. I pose with the hot chick and kiss her a bit. She playfully pretends to reject me but actually likes it.
I say gotta go and run back to rejoin my family and we leave. I realize no one has my phone number or even name. Oh well.
---stuff happens here. I think maybe I even awaken for a bit, then fall back asleep.---
I am jogging back to the dining room place (which I now know to be in UC Berkeley), because I want to get a chance to hang out with those fun people again. I arrive at the sign-up headquarters building, which is empty. The only person in the building is the 30-yr-old cameraman I saw earlier. He tells me he is the head of the organization of these people. I ask what the "time commitments" are. He tells me there are no mandatory tasks, chores, or volunteer activities, or any sort of "time commitment" other than having fun -- no strings attached other than an $80 payment per year for booze and such. So I sign up.
Next I walk into another dining hall style room. The people I met earlier are all there. We start drinking a bit. I also drink some spiked punch.
Minutes later I start to realize the air coming from the fan is very, very cold relative to the rest of the room. Since it is a regular fan with no cooling device I grow suspicious and ask people what is going on. They don't seem to care. Everyone is just sitting or talking quietly; no one is partying.
To try to relieve the tension I get up and dance in the middle of a circle. But they look at me like "what are you doing?" and it's not because of my bad dancing. I realize it is because we're not here to party. We are drinking strange drugs as an experiment for the 30-yr-old dude. Everyone is sitting around idly or talking quietly, looking serious. No smiles. No laughter. I only just realized.
I try to exit the room, but the 30-yr-old dude -- who is now my band teacher Mr. Grantham -- beats me to the door, exits the room and locks the door so I can't get out. I rattle the door handle thinking that he is not evil and will let me leave, but he just glares at me. I look outside the clear windows walls and he is talking to an investigator, apparently assuring him that nothing strange is going on inside the room.
The fan is still unnaturally cold. I know that the coldness is part of a hallucination, an effect of the drug.
The effects are subsiding but I know this dream will end with everyone dying, including me if I don't act soon. The 30-yr-old -- who is now my former Sound Art teacher -- walks back into the room and prepares a bubbly, pinkish liquid in a pot. He begins to offer the liquid to each person, all of whom voluntarily walk up and drink it. There's no way I'm going to subject myself to another, possibly deadly drug. Yet I know refusal is unacceptable and will be punished. So I rise and begin walking towards the exit, slowly at first to not appear suspicious, before breaking into a full-out dream-sprint (meaning, I am running as fast as I can as though underwater).
I successfully escape the room and run up some streets. A car rounds a corner and almost hits me. The man is still chasing me.
Suddenly as I am setting foot on a field (which resembles Duke University more than UC Berkeley) the guy -- who is now the Caucasian version of my Korean Judo Master -- appears from the OPPOSITE direction from which I was running. We judo spar a bit. He warns me that if I beat him, he will curse and/or kill me. My last thought is, "now that is very uncharacteristic of Master Han -- shouldn't he be happy if I beat him, because it means he taught me well?"
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
Pushing a Cruise Ship
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.
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.
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