woke up today at 2pm after some weird dreams.
the first (that i remember) was some thing where i was in a large, open room with like an open wall or something, maybe a garage door. me and others were sitting around a big folding banquet table, like the ones in school cafeterias. somebody busts in with a Thompson and starts mowing us down. some of us ducked under the table, but the gangster guy (who looks like Peter Grant in that scene from The Song Remains the Same) just kneels down and starts mowing under the table too. i’m hunched over the bench with my ass sticking out into the open space under the table, trying to squeeze my lil’ sweet tush in as far as possible so i don’t get blown to shreds. probably looked like i was waitin’ for my man or something. anyway, somehow, i didn’t take a single slug, and got out and took off running around the neighborhood trying to get a cop or some help. i passed by the front of the place (the open part), and some guy (a friend of mine, though i can’t remember who) was starting to move a little. his stomache was torn up pretty bad, and i lifted him over my shoulder and took off to get him some help. i was surprised at how easy it was to lift and carry him. i don’t remember what happened after that.
somewhere along the line, or maybe this was a seperate dream altogether, i’m in a live-action remote-control video game with a miniature city, surrounded by fields and mountains and everything. the fields came up to my waist. cars came up to my thigh. the point was dealing with these giant destructive robots that were running amok.
i left the city and took the street out into the farmlands. i could fit into any of the cars that i could capture and control, which was odd: i could actually climb into a tiny little quarter-scale vehicle and be standing next to it with an R/C box in my hands at the same time.
so i took this road out of town, under an overpass, and took a left about a mile outside of town. robots everywhere. mostly two-legged things with no upper limbs but plenty of arms, if you get my meaning. like something out of Battletech. but the really disturbing ones were these silver humanoid ones with rounded features who were like big terminators; relentlessly stalking their prey until there was nothing left.
i saw one of these fuckers going down the road i had just turned off of, going my direction. i took the next left, back towards town. at this point i realised that a friend was there, and in trouble. up ahead was an armoured bus that came up to my chest. i took control of it and kept screaming at my friend to jump the fuck in, but he was too busy being overwhelmed to be able to multitask his way into the bus, or maybe to have understood my words in the first place.
but that fucker, that big metal Goliath had spotted us by then.
i crammed on the gas pedal and yelled at my friend to jump in – right fuckin’ quicklike… i realised that it could get hopeless real soon, as the bus, weighed down with tons of heavy armour, could only travel as fast as the boss bot could walk (but the machine at least always kept a constant speed)… finally, with the boss right on our tail and in fact grabbing, punching, shaking, and knocking at the bus, my friend jumped on board and entered the bus, Dukes-style. but i was already gunning it as fast as it would go, and the metallic behemoth was getting pretty good grabs and hits on us, being next to us, just past the rear bumper. and somehow it seemed to actually be gaining speed; just a little, but enough to spell certain doom for us, unless we could get back in town fast enough and run the beast past a bank of automated cannons, or a friendly tank. then, we just might have a chance of making it out of the situation alive…
[wake]
