| Jul. 16th, 2009 @ 11:46 am Dreamscapes |
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Current Mood:  complacent
Well, it’s been a while since I had a dream that was weird enough to write about. This morning, however, it seems that the Gods smiled upon me and let loose into my brain one helluva strange one.
Okay, like many dreams I’ve had of late, I was in college again. In fact, I think I had moved back in with an old roommate. But this isn’t the important thing. The important is that while I’m at college, we hear word that an alien invasion is about to happen. And when the time comes, a swarm of these alien ships, which look like spider-y versions of the 1950’s War of the World’s spaceships, gather in the skies over my college. A squad of army helicopters gather to meet them. Myself and several hundred other people are gathered in the parking lot of my dorm looking up at what is sure to be an epic battle. The leader of the army helicopters starts shouting at the alien ships over loudspeakers on his copter, saying such wonderfully jingoist things as “FUCK WITH AMERICA AND YOU DIE!” Also, considering I watched The Howling II that night, he may have punctuated it with one of those patented Reb Brown “YEEEEEEEAAARGH”’s. And so the fighting begins, a massive dogfights. Lasers, explosions and god what else fills the cloudy night sky, yet at no point does myself or anyone else try to hide.
Then, suddenly, a huge face appears out of the clouds overhead. I hear someone shout “IT’s JESUS CHRIST!” and everyone rejoiced and the day was saved etc. etc. Then we got to looking at that face and it hits us that this was not, in fact, Jesus Christ coming to save us from alien invaders but…Will Wheaton?
Then, suddenly, a weird laser light show comes on and writes some message in the sky, I can’t remember the exact words but the gist of it was that this whole alien invasion was just some elaborate publicity stunt to promote a new DVD release for every single Star Trek series ever. We in the crowds below were surprisingly not annoyed by this.
So, we quite returned to the dorm, where I stopped at the vending machine. I attempted to get a soda from it, but it wouldn’t accept any of the dollar bills I fed it because…they were covered in scotch tape. (What?) So, I headed back to my dorm, possibly to get my hands on some not covered in scotch tape money and, like many dreams I’ve had about college, got lost. And strangely, like many dreams I’ve had about college, wound up in the bathroom. Which was gigantic.
And then I woke up…and really needed to pee. |
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