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digitaldisciplineSo, last night, there were two that I recall out of probably a dozen.
... and before the peanut gallery chimes in, NO CHEESE WAS CONSUMED AT ALL YESTERDAY. Dinner was a can of healthy request chicken noodle soup, jazzed up with some Crystal hot sauce.
First: Floating down a suburban street that had become (or always been) a river or a canal, with a combination of curbs and grassy banks. I was five or ten feet upstream from a couple of young girls (probably eight or ten years old) who had those inflatable horse floaties. I was concerned about alligators, and kept looking for them, but was unable to see through the murky water.
The river emptied into a swimming pool inside of a mall, or the jumbo atrium of a cruise ship. I swam a couple of laps and splashed around and saw the girls meet up with their parents, and then I began to swim upstream, freestyle, though not trying to go particularly fast. In this direction, the water was so clear it was like swimming in air, and I felt like I was elevated six feet above where the water should have cascaded over the sides - i could look over (and down) and see an older asian guy in a striped shirt and khaki shorts, sitting on a lawnchair. I ended up swimming to a beach, then leaving the water (dry), and walking up a wooden staircase which led into a wooden pier, heading inland.
Second: This was obviously influenced by playing Battlefield 2, though I haven't touched it since Saturday afternoon.
A huge, highly-organized paintball game - the field was a forest, with dirt roads, and shacks, and bunkers, and was probably a mile square. on my team were the buddies i normally game with (and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mighty_man was talking about the squad we were up against, which was apparently exceedingly good, by reputation), along with a celebrity i might recognize as the second-in-command, and christian bale as our leader.
early on, i advanced down the right flank, going partway by four-wheeled ATV, and partway, near the end, on foot. coming around a large tree into a clearing of maybe twenty by fifty yards, I sawhellsop and several members of the other team, but all of us, after firing a short initial burst (none of which seemed to hit the mark, or if it did, the paintballs didn't burst) tried to throw, or mash by hand, the paintball pellets onto one another before reinforcements in buggies and small helicopters arrived and everyone scattered. i rode back to base in a buggy to get a working gun, and when i went to my bunk to do so, there was a black CD case, autographed by whoever christian bale was, with a note to meet him in the helicopter hangar, as i was supposed to man the pilot-side gatling gun.
when i arrived at the hangar, he was nowhere to be seen, and before he showed up, we were under assault by ATV-riding opposition, so I ended up jumping into the gunner's seat of one of the tiny copters, which was more like an expanded cabin of an MR2 or Fiero, and piloted by the #2 guy. we took off, but i had no idea how to operate the gun, and after the assault, Bale leaned into the cockpit, #2 said he didn't want to give up flying, and CB told him he was just going to show me how to use the different firing modes (one was a relatively uncontrolled spray of gatling fire, one had an illuminated, semi-locked target, and then there were rockets). thus clued up, we went on the offensive, and made good headway (including shooting our regular guns out the front of the cockpit, as there were no windows).
after breaking through the front lines, we ended up inside of a convoluted mansion which, in my dream, i knew belonged to george steinbrenner. after circling a spiral staircase and hovering up to a locked wooden door, we dropped back down into a high-celinged livingroom, where i shot up some ugly paintings, a bookshelf, and popped a mylar balloon with the number 200 on it, which had been carrying a four-tiered birthday cake, and which fell partially onto a girl who looked like the young native american girl from The Prophecy, and partially on the right arm of the ornate wing chair she was sitting in.
I got nothin'. I have no bloody damn idea what the hell those are supposed to mean.
... and before the peanut gallery chimes in, NO CHEESE WAS CONSUMED AT ALL YESTERDAY. Dinner was a can of healthy request chicken noodle soup, jazzed up with some Crystal hot sauce.
First: Floating down a suburban street that had become (or always been) a river or a canal, with a combination of curbs and grassy banks. I was five or ten feet upstream from a couple of young girls (probably eight or ten years old) who had those inflatable horse floaties. I was concerned about alligators, and kept looking for them, but was unable to see through the murky water.
The river emptied into a swimming pool inside of a mall, or the jumbo atrium of a cruise ship. I swam a couple of laps and splashed around and saw the girls meet up with their parents, and then I began to swim upstream, freestyle, though not trying to go particularly fast. In this direction, the water was so clear it was like swimming in air, and I felt like I was elevated six feet above where the water should have cascaded over the sides - i could look over (and down) and see an older asian guy in a striped shirt and khaki shorts, sitting on a lawnchair. I ended up swimming to a beach, then leaving the water (dry), and walking up a wooden staircase which led into a wooden pier, heading inland.
Second: This was obviously influenced by playing Battlefield 2, though I haven't touched it since Saturday afternoon.
A huge, highly-organized paintball game - the field was a forest, with dirt roads, and shacks, and bunkers, and was probably a mile square. on my team were the buddies i normally game with (and
mighty_man was talking about the squad we were up against, which was apparently exceedingly good, by reputation), along with a celebrity i might recognize as the second-in-command, and christian bale as our leader.early on, i advanced down the right flank, going partway by four-wheeled ATV, and partway, near the end, on foot. coming around a large tree into a clearing of maybe twenty by fifty yards, I saw
hellsop and several members of the other team, but all of us, after firing a short initial burst (none of which seemed to hit the mark, or if it did, the paintballs didn't burst) tried to throw, or mash by hand, the paintball pellets onto one another before reinforcements in buggies and small helicopters arrived and everyone scattered. i rode back to base in a buggy to get a working gun, and when i went to my bunk to do so, there was a black CD case, autographed by whoever christian bale was, with a note to meet him in the helicopter hangar, as i was supposed to man the pilot-side gatling gun. when i arrived at the hangar, he was nowhere to be seen, and before he showed up, we were under assault by ATV-riding opposition, so I ended up jumping into the gunner's seat of one of the tiny copters, which was more like an expanded cabin of an MR2 or Fiero, and piloted by the #2 guy. we took off, but i had no idea how to operate the gun, and after the assault, Bale leaned into the cockpit, #2 said he didn't want to give up flying, and CB told him he was just going to show me how to use the different firing modes (one was a relatively uncontrolled spray of gatling fire, one had an illuminated, semi-locked target, and then there were rockets). thus clued up, we went on the offensive, and made good headway (including shooting our regular guns out the front of the cockpit, as there were no windows).
after breaking through the front lines, we ended up inside of a convoluted mansion which, in my dream, i knew belonged to george steinbrenner. after circling a spiral staircase and hovering up to a locked wooden door, we dropped back down into a high-celinged livingroom, where i shot up some ugly paintings, a bookshelf, and popped a mylar balloon with the number 200 on it, which had been carrying a four-tiered birthday cake, and which fell partially onto a girl who looked like the young native american girl from The Prophecy, and partially on the right arm of the ornate wing chair she was sitting in.
I got nothin'. I have no bloody damn idea what the hell those are supposed to mean.
