05-20-2011, 01:29 PM
Just had another crazy dream (for those that can't tell, I've been sleeping on and off in chunks...my sleep schedule has been a bit off for the past couple of days).
I wound up getting caught by the facility in my story that captures and experiments on psychics. It seems like it was my own fault though, because I actually *went* to the place of my own accord, then somehow expected not to be captured. What was I doing? Investigating? Trying to bring the place down? Trying to help a friend trapped within? I don't know, but somehow I wound up just walking out in front of everyone, and of course they all started coming after me.
It really looked like an action movie. People were running everywhere, all of them trying to catch me. There were army guys and doctors and government guys, and I was running as fast as I could, dodging their attacks, trying to outsmart them, ducking behind things. I'm pretty sure I saw Cornelius Gray, one of my main characters who is one of the psychic hunters, being one of the ones coming after me, and I guess that was pretty cool. I'm always intrigued when my characters pop up in my dreams and I get to see what they look like as real people, not drawings.
Anyway, I finally ended up running into this pile of doctors. One of them got me with a syringe and I could feel the drug hitting me. I was like *Crap! No! I've got to keep going!" and I staggered forward for a bit before I collapsed to the floor. They piled me into a chair with a guard sitting next to me and left...I guess they were going to go get their boss to see what he wanted to do about me.
The guard next to me ended up being a guy I know that I used to play cards with. He was really friendly with me even though he was there to keep me from escaping. I felt really drugged, but I muttered something about how ironic it was that we knew each other, and perhaps there was a purpose in all of it. I was crying, though, because I didn't want them to experiment on me.
After a while I realized that the sedative seemed to be wearing off quicker than it was supposed to. My thoughts started clearing up, but I pretended to still be drugged so they wouldn't inject me again. I can't remember exactly what all happened for the next bit, but I ended up suddenly escaping with another two girls who were trapped there. We managed to catch everyone by surprise and slip out of the place before they knew what was happening.
When we got outside it turns out we were in India (WTF...Confused, was this your doing? :p) We decided to hide inside a huge shopping mall that we passed. We ended up grabbing some Indian clothes to disguise ourselves and I put on this bright yellow skirt/dress and a bright pink shawl type of thing. Somehow I had a lot of money on me, so I'm not sure if we bought the clothes or just stole them.
I realized I was absolutely starving and the three of us split up to try to find some things we would need. I ran into a young Indian man I seemed to know, and he took me to the food court. I was relieved that the menus were in English, but I didn't recognize any of the dishes. The young man said "Oh, get the (insert name of Indian dish here)." so I ordered that. They gave me this really nicely arranged plate...I think there was cabbage in there because I remember something purple. Some kind of little chunks of meat, too, I think...I really had no idea what it was, exactly. There were also some kind of noodles on the side...I only mention this because I think it's the most detailed food dream I've ever had. He told me I should get yogurt at the condiment bar because it went really well with the dish. Apparently condiments there included a lot more that ketchup and mustard.
So I finally get this plate of food all set up and ready to eat, then somehow I end up dropping it onto the floor and all the food is ruined. I'm like "S#%&!", extremely frustrated because I was so hungry I wanted to cry. I started cleaning it up and I suddenly realized I knew one of the guys behind the counter. He is a guy that I work with. He said "I think I saw your picture on the TV. Aren't some people looking for you?"
I asked him if he was going to tell and he said not if I paid him. I was really disappointed in him because he is my friend and I don't think friends should blackmail each other, but I handed him the money I had. He was like "Whoa, whoa, I don't need that much! Geez!" and he handed some of it back to me. It seems that it was all for naught, though, because a man in a navy blue uniform walked into the restaurant and recognized me. I immediately started running, tearing through people. I took off the Indian clothes and somehow wound up wearing jeans and a jacket.
The guy was joined by another guy, and I kept trying to lose them. I can still remember what they look like so clearly- it was amazing. They were both young, probably in their twenties. One was white with an almost shaved head. The hair he did have was light brown and he had glasses. The other was Indian, and he had medium length curly black hair and really expressive eyes. It was like all the details were really sharp...I usually don't see people that clearly in dreams.
I ran into a dressing room in a store, hoping I could hide in there, and began trying to change clothes again. There was a room attendant- an older woman- who was kind of staring at me and it was making me nervous. Did she recognize me? Then one of the guys runs into the room. I started screaming "EEK! A boy!" and pointing at the man and the woman started yelling at him, telling him to get out, only women were allowed.
I ran out a side door and wound up in the parking lot. Both of the guys soon appeared and I was trying to run from them, but suddenly it was like my legs didn't want to work at all. I couldn't run, and I ended up doing some weird sort of gliding thing. I realized if I pushed off of the ground with one foot I would almost fly forward, though I couldn't get far off the ground. It wasn't nearly fast enough, though- these guys were running as fast as they could and they quickly caught up to me.
They backed me against an office building and I put up my fists, determined to fight to the end even though they were trained military professionals and would probably kick my arse. The white guy doubled over, trying to catch his breath, and the Indian guy looked at him and said something like "Come on! Catch your breath! You're so out of shape!" Then I woke up.
I wound up getting caught by the facility in my story that captures and experiments on psychics. It seems like it was my own fault though, because I actually *went* to the place of my own accord, then somehow expected not to be captured. What was I doing? Investigating? Trying to bring the place down? Trying to help a friend trapped within? I don't know, but somehow I wound up just walking out in front of everyone, and of course they all started coming after me.
It really looked like an action movie. People were running everywhere, all of them trying to catch me. There were army guys and doctors and government guys, and I was running as fast as I could, dodging their attacks, trying to outsmart them, ducking behind things. I'm pretty sure I saw Cornelius Gray, one of my main characters who is one of the psychic hunters, being one of the ones coming after me, and I guess that was pretty cool. I'm always intrigued when my characters pop up in my dreams and I get to see what they look like as real people, not drawings.
Anyway, I finally ended up running into this pile of doctors. One of them got me with a syringe and I could feel the drug hitting me. I was like *Crap! No! I've got to keep going!" and I staggered forward for a bit before I collapsed to the floor. They piled me into a chair with a guard sitting next to me and left...I guess they were going to go get their boss to see what he wanted to do about me.
The guard next to me ended up being a guy I know that I used to play cards with. He was really friendly with me even though he was there to keep me from escaping. I felt really drugged, but I muttered something about how ironic it was that we knew each other, and perhaps there was a purpose in all of it. I was crying, though, because I didn't want them to experiment on me.
After a while I realized that the sedative seemed to be wearing off quicker than it was supposed to. My thoughts started clearing up, but I pretended to still be drugged so they wouldn't inject me again. I can't remember exactly what all happened for the next bit, but I ended up suddenly escaping with another two girls who were trapped there. We managed to catch everyone by surprise and slip out of the place before they knew what was happening.
When we got outside it turns out we were in India (WTF...Confused, was this your doing? :p) We decided to hide inside a huge shopping mall that we passed. We ended up grabbing some Indian clothes to disguise ourselves and I put on this bright yellow skirt/dress and a bright pink shawl type of thing. Somehow I had a lot of money on me, so I'm not sure if we bought the clothes or just stole them.
I realized I was absolutely starving and the three of us split up to try to find some things we would need. I ran into a young Indian man I seemed to know, and he took me to the food court. I was relieved that the menus were in English, but I didn't recognize any of the dishes. The young man said "Oh, get the (insert name of Indian dish here)." so I ordered that. They gave me this really nicely arranged plate...I think there was cabbage in there because I remember something purple. Some kind of little chunks of meat, too, I think...I really had no idea what it was, exactly. There were also some kind of noodles on the side...I only mention this because I think it's the most detailed food dream I've ever had. He told me I should get yogurt at the condiment bar because it went really well with the dish. Apparently condiments there included a lot more that ketchup and mustard.
So I finally get this plate of food all set up and ready to eat, then somehow I end up dropping it onto the floor and all the food is ruined. I'm like "S#%&!", extremely frustrated because I was so hungry I wanted to cry. I started cleaning it up and I suddenly realized I knew one of the guys behind the counter. He is a guy that I work with. He said "I think I saw your picture on the TV. Aren't some people looking for you?"
I asked him if he was going to tell and he said not if I paid him. I was really disappointed in him because he is my friend and I don't think friends should blackmail each other, but I handed him the money I had. He was like "Whoa, whoa, I don't need that much! Geez!" and he handed some of it back to me. It seems that it was all for naught, though, because a man in a navy blue uniform walked into the restaurant and recognized me. I immediately started running, tearing through people. I took off the Indian clothes and somehow wound up wearing jeans and a jacket.
The guy was joined by another guy, and I kept trying to lose them. I can still remember what they look like so clearly- it was amazing. They were both young, probably in their twenties. One was white with an almost shaved head. The hair he did have was light brown and he had glasses. The other was Indian, and he had medium length curly black hair and really expressive eyes. It was like all the details were really sharp...I usually don't see people that clearly in dreams.
I ran into a dressing room in a store, hoping I could hide in there, and began trying to change clothes again. There was a room attendant- an older woman- who was kind of staring at me and it was making me nervous. Did she recognize me? Then one of the guys runs into the room. I started screaming "EEK! A boy!" and pointing at the man and the woman started yelling at him, telling him to get out, only women were allowed.
I ran out a side door and wound up in the parking lot. Both of the guys soon appeared and I was trying to run from them, but suddenly it was like my legs didn't want to work at all. I couldn't run, and I ended up doing some weird sort of gliding thing. I realized if I pushed off of the ground with one foot I would almost fly forward, though I couldn't get far off the ground. It wasn't nearly fast enough, though- these guys were running as fast as they could and they quickly caught up to me.
They backed me against an office building and I put up my fists, determined to fight to the end even though they were trained military professionals and would probably kick my arse. The white guy doubled over, trying to catch his breath, and the Indian guy looked at him and said something like "Come on! Catch your breath! You're so out of shape!" Then I woke up.