james bond dream
I wandered into a James Bond story in my dream last night. Daniel Craig was Bond, Angelina Jolie was the Bond girl, and who knows what part I was playing! I only encountered Bond and the girl once, and as the story line was supposed to follow them and not me, I had no clue of the plot or my purpose within it.
Through a course of events that I've since forgotten, I ended up in a prison cell that held a twin bed and a discarded steak knife in the corner. I quickly hid the knife under the mattress. When Bond and his girl fell into the prison cell with me, one of them dropped a cell phone and I grabbed that and hid it as well. They eventually escaped, and I was left behind with guards watching the room closely.
I decided to use the cell phone to text for help, so I'd punch in one letter at a time whenever I was near the bed and could sneak it without the guards seeing. But because this was a Bond phone, there were all sorts of strange settings and code names and whatnot -- super frustrating! I lost the message so many times without being able to send it; it took all night to get to the point where I could input a recipient for the text. I decided to send it to moneysocal, but first I had to figure out his code name in the phone. Agh!
All the while, other prisoners were walking by and loudly saying things like, "Wow, I haven't seen a cell phone for months!" or "Where did you get that?! Are you supposed to have that? A cell phone!" I would frantically try to hush them, and of course the commotion would draw the guards' attention. Sheesh.
Through a course of events that I've since forgotten, I ended up in a prison cell that held a twin bed and a discarded steak knife in the corner. I quickly hid the knife under the mattress. When Bond and his girl fell into the prison cell with me, one of them dropped a cell phone and I grabbed that and hid it as well. They eventually escaped, and I was left behind with guards watching the room closely.
I decided to use the cell phone to text for help, so I'd punch in one letter at a time whenever I was near the bed and could sneak it without the guards seeing. But because this was a Bond phone, there were all sorts of strange settings and code names and whatnot -- super frustrating! I lost the message so many times without being able to send it; it took all night to get to the point where I could input a recipient for the text. I decided to send it to moneysocal, but first I had to figure out his code name in the phone. Agh!
All the while, other prisoners were walking by and loudly saying things like, "Wow, I haven't seen a cell phone for months!" or "Where did you get that?! Are you supposed to have that? A cell phone!" I would frantically try to hush them, and of course the commotion would draw the guards' attention. Sheesh.