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Oct. 9th, 2007 12:47 pmTired. Again. Blah.
So I dreamed something complicated and involved about having invented some gas weapon that intensified a sense of difference and identification, so you'd get people identifying as being Ford drivers, and seeing everyone else as Not-Ford. And then the bad part, which is the tendency to start trying to wipe out the Other. Because they're so veryvery other, you see. And people were running around trying to kill each other for not wearing green or something. And also wearing gasmasks made you one of the gasmask people, so all not-gasmask would try and kill you. Which was, you know, a problem.
In the dream I avoided it by flying. Waaaay up high. And then I tore someone's roof off to get somewhere to hide, only it turned out there was a family hiding in there already, so I escaped through the chicken barn and flew off over a pig farm. There was a little girl there running for her life because the pig farm people had identified smells-like-pig as Us, and therefore wouldn't eat pigs and were getting hungry. I tried to help guide the kid through to some other zone.
And then I think it was Cam from Stargate, definitely a BB, but he was all helping her on ground level and he was there to help me but I was convinced he'd hate me because like I said I invented the stuff.
Also at some point it all involved the Master and some very big bombs.
So, now I'm tired.
And I've got to move furniture if I want to plug in the new and shinier way of getting on the internet. Blah.
So I dreamed something complicated and involved about having invented some gas weapon that intensified a sense of difference and identification, so you'd get people identifying as being Ford drivers, and seeing everyone else as Not-Ford. And then the bad part, which is the tendency to start trying to wipe out the Other. Because they're so veryvery other, you see. And people were running around trying to kill each other for not wearing green or something. And also wearing gasmasks made you one of the gasmask people, so all not-gasmask would try and kill you. Which was, you know, a problem.
In the dream I avoided it by flying. Waaaay up high. And then I tore someone's roof off to get somewhere to hide, only it turned out there was a family hiding in there already, so I escaped through the chicken barn and flew off over a pig farm. There was a little girl there running for her life because the pig farm people had identified smells-like-pig as Us, and therefore wouldn't eat pigs and were getting hungry. I tried to help guide the kid through to some other zone.
And then I think it was Cam from Stargate, definitely a BB, but he was all helping her on ground level and he was there to help me but I was convinced he'd hate me because like I said I invented the stuff.
Also at some point it all involved the Master and some very big bombs.
So, now I'm tired.
And I've got to move furniture if I want to plug in the new and shinier way of getting on the internet. Blah.