Dreams are... weird. And Cold-Warry
Aug. 18th, 2008 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Dreamed about going back to GSU, only it was infested with Russians, 'Red Dawn' style, and the campus was... completely different. It was some kind of beach-front campus, with a girls' dorm/school off to one side, and the co-ed facilities on another. Connected by the beach. And it was snowing.
Hunter S. Thompson was my black-ops mentor, but that's because I've been reading Transmet, again, and watched Venture Bros., before bed. I had to fight my way through the Russians, with an AK-47 and, eventually, a very low-tech rocket launcher. I had to get to a certain floor and talk to a specific Russian General, becaue he understood what needed to happen. I commandeered the elevator, and forgot who I needed to see, on what floor.
Out of the elevator, inside the school buldings and classrooms, but also in a resort hotel, with my family. Open-air. Pool, in the centre. The next section of the dream was spent looking for my family's room numbers, and the keys to get in.
Wow. Apparently, I'm feeling pretty cut off, there...
Time to go put a shirt on and make the coffee. We'll see about school, if and after I hear about a job, today, and after a trip to the local food jobber.
Trying to get "Wave of Mutilation" out of my head as it has been stuck there for the past three days.
Hunter S. Thompson was my black-ops mentor, but that's because I've been reading Transmet, again, and watched Venture Bros., before bed. I had to fight my way through the Russians, with an AK-47 and, eventually, a very low-tech rocket launcher. I had to get to a certain floor and talk to a specific Russian General, becaue he understood what needed to happen. I commandeered the elevator, and forgot who I needed to see, on what floor.
Out of the elevator, inside the school buldings and classrooms, but also in a resort hotel, with my family. Open-air. Pool, in the centre. The next section of the dream was spent looking for my family's room numbers, and the keys to get in.
Wow. Apparently, I'm feeling pretty cut off, there...
Time to go put a shirt on and make the coffee. We'll see about school, if and after I hear about a job, today, and after a trip to the local food jobber.
Trying to get "Wave of Mutilation" out of my head as it has been stuck there for the past three days.
