just woke up....
I'm at my brother's wedding to some Asian reporter (he had a kid from a previous marriage.). At the reception, some guest has a gun and is plink-shooting stuff in the backyard, which draws me out just in time to see a wave of flood waters washes down the street. Everybody scatters, I start running upstream to the hotel where I was staying. I start heading to higher grounds building rooftops elevated outdoor areas of restaurants, I even help a couple of people getting washed near the street near me.
At one point, I reach down, grab this guys arm, only to see another guys arm flying by, detached, across our line of sight. It makes him mention that there's a hospital nearby. We jump down an alley and bolt. It's night by now, and waters are still coming in and receding. We slip by a mansion, or through it, and I notice three guys with assault rifles moving their way through the place. I continue moving against the waters, to make it (with a small group now, including one gorgeous blond in a white dress... Marylin Monroe-style...) trying to get back to my gear, some acquaintances in the hotel, (including a sea captain) and highest ground possible.
We gather stuff from the hotel rooms, where I have a confrontation with another in our group over the blond, a guy with dreadlocks. We make it up to the roof, only to see water still rising to our level, crashing against the taller buildings... the sign of the hotel has a boat as part of it, and as the blond tries to get in, one of the sides breaks off, causing it to dangle from one strut. Then the guy with dreadlocks confesses that he took a ouija board onto the captain's fishing boat and the hotel is engulfed in the waters and I drown.
Here's where it get's weird....
------I respawn-------
Somehow now, I know more than the first time all this happened, I mention that to myself now in a monologue, I believe it's Edward Norton's voice. I might be Edward Norton in this dream, which is very weird. I move, quicker than before. I knock down the guy with the pistol before he gets a shot, and steal it for later.
I rescue the guy as before, but I think now he's a doctor, or something. What I needed him for was to heal me later.
I break into the house with the guys with assault rifles in it, and use a kitchen knife to stab one guy int he back silently, then the pistol to kill the other two, taking their weapons and distributing them to the others (Whom other than the doctor, I can only vaguely remember. I think there was a girl in a french maid-outfit in there too.. possibly actually a maid.). We've now an armed party, and we're back on the way up to the hotels.
This time, as I near the hotels, I look up. There's airline jets streaming in groups towards us, away from the flooding. Weird that I just notice it now.
We make our way up, much as before, this time I'm armed, and when the sign-boat thing detaches, I jump down to get the blond, fire may way into a window, meet a couple more people, and we make our way back up. I shoot the dreadlocks guy before that final wave, but get shot somewhere myself in the process. (But I have that doctor, remember?) - but this time, I wake up.
It was weird by the end though, I had this thought that while I was the hero of this dream/movie/game, the blond was the objective. I was supposed to do everything to get her up there and to safety, and lord knows how many iterations I'd been through between the first run-through of the dream and the last. Even the wedding I was attending, my brother's meeting his new wife while she was doing a story on his kid, was part of getting me out to that city to do my job.
At one point, I reach down, grab this guys arm, only to see another guys arm flying by, detached, across our line of sight. It makes him mention that there's a hospital nearby. We jump down an alley and bolt. It's night by now, and waters are still coming in and receding. We slip by a mansion, or through it, and I notice three guys with assault rifles moving their way through the place. I continue moving against the waters, to make it (with a small group now, including one gorgeous blond in a white dress... Marylin Monroe-style...) trying to get back to my gear, some acquaintances in the hotel, (including a sea captain) and highest ground possible.
We gather stuff from the hotel rooms, where I have a confrontation with another in our group over the blond, a guy with dreadlocks. We make it up to the roof, only to see water still rising to our level, crashing against the taller buildings... the sign of the hotel has a boat as part of it, and as the blond tries to get in, one of the sides breaks off, causing it to dangle from one strut. Then the guy with dreadlocks confesses that he took a ouija board onto the captain's fishing boat and the hotel is engulfed in the waters and I drown.
Here's where it get's weird....
------I respawn-------
Somehow now, I know more than the first time all this happened, I mention that to myself now in a monologue, I believe it's Edward Norton's voice. I might be Edward Norton in this dream, which is very weird. I move, quicker than before. I knock down the guy with the pistol before he gets a shot, and steal it for later.
I rescue the guy as before, but I think now he's a doctor, or something. What I needed him for was to heal me later.
I break into the house with the guys with assault rifles in it, and use a kitchen knife to stab one guy int he back silently, then the pistol to kill the other two, taking their weapons and distributing them to the others (Whom other than the doctor, I can only vaguely remember. I think there was a girl in a french maid-outfit in there too.. possibly actually a maid.). We've now an armed party, and we're back on the way up to the hotels.
This time, as I near the hotels, I look up. There's airline jets streaming in groups towards us, away from the flooding. Weird that I just notice it now.
We make our way up, much as before, this time I'm armed, and when the sign-boat thing detaches, I jump down to get the blond, fire may way into a window, meet a couple more people, and we make our way back up. I shoot the dreadlocks guy before that final wave, but get shot somewhere myself in the process. (But I have that doctor, remember?) - but this time, I wake up.
It was weird by the end though, I had this thought that while I was the hero of this dream/movie/game, the blond was the objective. I was supposed to do everything to get her up there and to safety, and lord knows how many iterations I'd been through between the first run-through of the dream and the last. Even the wedding I was attending, my brother's meeting his new wife while she was doing a story on his kid, was part of getting me out to that city to do my job.