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Dreams of some kind of war games, in the departments. supposedly Training, but with live ammo. No one was firing first shots, they didn't want to be responsible for starting things. I decided to use my short sword, even though I had a snub nosed .38 and a .45, because it would be silent. As long as no one else started shooting, I could probably incapacitate at least four of the military personel against whom we were supposed to fight.
Something about the Movie Theater, and the cave walls having fire play over them, telling the story, and the theater is under Dragon Con, again.
Something about me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel shopping in Target, with my sister and step-mother. There were some Professionals, trying to take over the store, bank heist style, like Target had a bunch of things they wanted to steal. They were trying to secure the perimeter, when I noticed that he guy was standing on top the clothes rack, in the middle of the Ladies' Summer Fashion section. I'd been hearing a voice from the conceptual space, underneat that area,talking ot me, and being born, from the metaphyscal centre of the earth. I leaned over to my father and said "Se the guy with the watch? That guy's about to die." My dad looked at me and asked, "Fuse?" Meaning did I wire the guy's really expensive watch to explode. I shook my head, and moved everyone a step back, as the dragon's egg errupted from the centre of the store, and the molten lava trailed an dripped off of it. The leader o the heist was scared, and tried to run, but I knew that he was going to get hit with the dragon's tail, and broken in half.
The rest of the dream was about everyone fighting the dragon and its spawn, for survival, and the dragons adapting, very quickly. I knew what the arc of their evolution was going to be, how it would end, and then I saw the third-from-final stages, in velociraptor-like dragons, with extremely high intelligence, next would come the ire-breathing, and then the wings. Smart, small, fast, strong. Deadly combinations. Trying to trap and kill them, so we could escape, withthe Dragon talking in my mind, the whole time, telling me what it was planning. Very disconcerting.
Still more writing to do. Need coffee, gotta buy concert tickets, bah. I'm going to go eat breakfast.
Dreams of some kind of war games, in the departments. supposedly Training, but with live ammo. No one was firing first shots, they didn't want to be responsible for starting things. I decided to use my short sword, even though I had a snub nosed .38 and a .45, because it would be silent. As long as no one else started shooting, I could probably incapacitate at least four of the military personel against whom we were supposed to fight.
Something about the Movie Theater, and the cave walls having fire play over them, telling the story, and the theater is under Dragon Con, again.
Something about me and
mech_angel shopping in Target, with my sister and step-mother. There were some Professionals, trying to take over the store, bank heist style, like Target had a bunch of things they wanted to steal. They were trying to secure the perimeter, when I noticed that he guy was standing on top the clothes rack, in the middle of the Ladies' Summer Fashion section. I'd been hearing a voice from the conceptual space, underneat that area,talking ot me, and being born, from the metaphyscal centre of the earth. I leaned over to my father and said "Se the guy with the watch? That guy's about to die." My dad looked at me and asked, "Fuse?" Meaning did I wire the guy's really expensive watch to explode. I shook my head, and moved everyone a step back, as the dragon's egg errupted from the centre of the store, and the molten lava trailed an dripped off of it. The leader o the heist was scared, and tried to run, but I knew that he was going to get hit with the dragon's tail, and broken in half.The rest of the dream was about everyone fighting the dragon and its spawn, for survival, and the dragons adapting, very quickly. I knew what the arc of their evolution was going to be, how it would end, and then I saw the third-from-final stages, in velociraptor-like dragons, with extremely high intelligence, next would come the ire-breathing, and then the wings. Smart, small, fast, strong. Deadly combinations. Trying to trap and kill them, so we could escape, withthe Dragon talking in my mind, the whole time, telling me what it was planning. Very disconcerting.
Still more writing to do. Need coffee, gotta buy concert tickets, bah. I'm going to go eat breakfast.
