| Aug. 9th, 2009 @ 04:50 am Dreams of Space Ships |
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Just a little dream that I had.
I was part of a tour group or something. I wasn't quite clear on what exactly it was. My impressions during and immediately after was that it was some sort of class/educational sort of thing but I also hesitate to call it a field trip. Anyway, I was with this group and we all had a lot of baggage/backpacks because we were traveling around and that sort of thing. And we arrived at this tiny little place that was an airport, though it was little bigger than a bus depot. (it's appearance on the inside for seating while waiting vaguely resembled KOTOR 2's Taris spaceport, minus the aliens and droids, but with plenty of wierd, which I will get to later)
Anyway we show up and our group was met by a man in a flight suit. And he informs us that the shuttles are ready to take us up. And that this is a once in a life time opportunity. Then he turns to me and says that I can't go this time. Next time I might be able to be squeezed in. This of course was contradicting what he said about it being a once in a life time thing. The others got really excited and pretty much all forgot about me. I remember feeling really hurt because everyone else got to go to space and I didn't. (because the shuttles... were space shuttles)
Anyway I got sent off to wait in the sunken in area where the waiting area was to wait the couple of days for their return. I got some vending machine pretzels and when I opened the package there were only 4 pretzels accompanied by 4 bugs. They were like flies but disc-like in shape. They started to fly around me and I started to smack them down. I had finally gotten them under control when suddenly someone else who I remembered from my group came up with a big bag of pretzels. She sat down with me and told me how she thought it was unfair that they weren't letting me go, even though there was plenty of room. She then gave me the bag of pretzels and I opened it up. There were a lot more pretzels there, but also a lot more of those weird bugs.
So we go running out of there onto the landing field where there are six modern space shuttles in a row taking off. Two are already in the air. (They took off not in the conventional way of space shuttles, but more like planes). The woman from the group said that we should go and sneak me on one so they can't stop me from going, to which I agreed. So we started running across the air field towards the space shuttles which were way too large to be taking off from this airport. We started dodging baggage carts and refueling trucks along the way an d security began to chase us. However security soon resorted to shooting at us and we were dodging and weaving more hectically.
What happened next was wierd. I was running, striving to get away and I lost sight of the person I was running with from the group. And then suddenly I began accelerating forward so fast that everything around me blurred so I couldn't see where I was going. My feet left the ground and eventually I crashed in a residential area on a sidewalk.
Feeling just fine after my crash landing I stood up and started walking back to the airport, determined to make it on one of the space shuttles. I had gone two blocks when I encountered a group of disgustingly dressed people, two guys and one girl. They had a yard sale going on, except the yard sale was made up entirely of things that had been scorched and charred beyond recognition. A lot of it looked like scrap. One of the guys remained quiet and off to the side during the entire thing. The main guy, he stopped me and started trying to sell me this twisted piece of metal. Which I kept refusing to buy and try and get around him to continue on.
The woman who was all kinds of nasty was trying to flirt with me and get me to go out with her right in front of her boyfriend (the guy trying to make the sale). I kept refusing and kept dodging her advances until her boyfriend suddenly grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let me go saying I would buy something. He had a hold on my legs and then his girlfriend grabbed one of my arms effectively trapping me.
The last thing I remembers was spending a good bit of time yanking away from them trying to get away before suddenly being catapulted forward like I was on the airfield and when I came to a stop I woke up. |
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