crazy dream.
it was almost like the cold war was still all around us, and the entire thing felt like an american version of a james bond film. mostly because i never felt that i or my the other core characters were in any real danger. but it was in richmond of all places, and we were agents for the US and there were hordes of evil russians all over the city. but they could control zombies and homeless people and all manner of unpleasant things.
most of the dream wasnt about us though, but rather peripheral characters in the dorms at vcu (these are grown people, mind you) dodging the undead who are trying to kill them. one friend of mine (who ive never met in awake-land) was very upset when we told her what was happening with all the zombies and whatnot and then ran off. she went to the dorm building, the really old one next to the theater, and went inside. each floor was one huge disaster of partying. but the party had been going for so long that the building was completely destroyed. crap all over the walls, in the halls, truly foul. my friend decides she needs a drink (suddenly i think that the girl was my ex, but im not sure because they look completely different). she finds someone she knows, who makes her these 3 vodka drinks, the absurd details of which i wont go into, and they go immediately down the hatch. fade out / and she wakes up hours later naked in bed with someone. she realizes that she shouldnt have had so much to drink because when she does she 'does crazy things'.
suddenly i am there. i know someone is coming, so i grab her and we jump under the nasty cot/bed thing. i know the evil undead guy is coming down the hall. suddenly she cant stand it and leaps out from under the bed and starts putting on her clothes. of course the zombie guy comes in. aw shit. she gets a gun somehow, it kind of falls from the corner of the ceiling, and starts unloading on him. during that moment, this crazy alien-looking-ghost-lady comes in, and i think we are dopplefokked. but when the smoke clears, we see she is after the zombie. he smiles at us. he somehow very suddenly has my friends gun, and shoots her down. he takes off after the ghost lady, jump through walls and floors all the way to the ground level. outside, he dispatches her in weird zombie/doberman form.
[more of the same - more of the same - more of the same]
we are saying our goodbyes to the other agents and we need a way to get messages across customs (in richmond?) in the future. we go to this bizarre russian supermarket and buy costume jewelry, which we assume to be safe for concealing notes -- i dont know why.
and then i woke up. and it was 1030.
and my nose is still stuffy.
it was almost like the cold war was still all around us, and the entire thing felt like an american version of a james bond film. mostly because i never felt that i or my the other core characters were in any real danger. but it was in richmond of all places, and we were agents for the US and there were hordes of evil russians all over the city. but they could control zombies and homeless people and all manner of unpleasant things.
most of the dream wasnt about us though, but rather peripheral characters in the dorms at vcu (these are grown people, mind you) dodging the undead who are trying to kill them. one friend of mine (who ive never met in awake-land) was very upset when we told her what was happening with all the zombies and whatnot and then ran off. she went to the dorm building, the really old one next to the theater, and went inside. each floor was one huge disaster of partying. but the party had been going for so long that the building was completely destroyed. crap all over the walls, in the halls, truly foul. my friend decides she needs a drink (suddenly i think that the girl was my ex, but im not sure because they look completely different). she finds someone she knows, who makes her these 3 vodka drinks, the absurd details of which i wont go into, and they go immediately down the hatch. fade out / and she wakes up hours later naked in bed with someone. she realizes that she shouldnt have had so much to drink because when she does she 'does crazy things'.
suddenly i am there. i know someone is coming, so i grab her and we jump under the nasty cot/bed thing. i know the evil undead guy is coming down the hall. suddenly she cant stand it and leaps out from under the bed and starts putting on her clothes. of course the zombie guy comes in. aw shit. she gets a gun somehow, it kind of falls from the corner of the ceiling, and starts unloading on him. during that moment, this crazy alien-looking-ghost-lady comes in, and i think we are dopplefokked. but when the smoke clears, we see she is after the zombie. he smiles at us. he somehow very suddenly has my friends gun, and shoots her down. he takes off after the ghost lady, jump through walls and floors all the way to the ground level. outside, he dispatches her in weird zombie/doberman form.
[more of the same - more of the same - more of the same]
we are saying our goodbyes to the other agents and we need a way to get messages across customs (in richmond?) in the future. we go to this bizarre russian supermarket and buy costume jewelry, which we assume to be safe for concealing notes -- i dont know why.
and then i woke up. and it was 1030.
and my nose is still stuffy.