I has strange dreams...
I was the son of some eccentric movie producer from a sci-fi series not to be named. Said producer was dying and left me his mansion. By mansion, I should say "semi-industrial complex and living quarters on a distant mountaintop" with a complete almost closed system nuclear/disaster shelter underneath it.
Oh, and the fact that--since the mid '70's, there have been people living in said shelter who think of him as a god. He was dying and it was mine.
Yeah, so part of it was being the first person in about 10 years to go down there. Essentially, it was like a very high tech, small town with a lot of red-heads and a few albinos. They were happy down there.
Smart, well-educated, not wanting to leave, and many of them younger and born there. The movie producer hadn't even entered since the complex was finished. I think he had a penchant for someone down there that he couldn't--in good concience--be with. They were total isolates. So, I decide to get to know them and then to bring them access to outside information.
Like many of my dreams, this one sorts of flashes forward a few years.
I put the people in the complex to work. The "mansion" now included a factory under one part of the house and extending out. There were regular workers from outside and they (nor anyone else) knew about the people underground. Some would work in the house with me, but most ran things behind the scenes and designed prototype ideas for me.
The money both paid for the factory and the expansion of the original complex.
Now for the weirdest part of the dream. It was like some family get together of mine and everyone I've ever considered family or related was coming there (I guess money does that). The ages--even between siblings--were wrong though. Some were still young as now, others were older, and it was a little confusing.
At the same time, on the road in, someone was shot. A government inspector of the factory. Only, it wasn't with a gun, it was a golf-ball thrower. (Why you would want to chuck golf balls at that high of velocity, I don't know.)
I went to locate it and it was one of the prototype products made there and it was set up in a location that shouldn't have cameras pointed at it but had a lot of traffic. Another government rep suggested it would seriously cost me when investigated.
I played along, but wheeled the device to where I could store it and have it looked at. (Essentially by the town under the house). After I stashed it in a storage room accessible by them... Which was really cool to get to because most of the whole place was secret doors and secret access walls and... yeah. After I stored it, I knew the people under in the complex actually had the sensors to tell me who did it.
Anyway, I woke up then, but it was a really cool idea. Too long for FaceBook. *grin*
It's now something like 15 years later.
Oh, and the fact that--since the mid '70's, there have been people living in said shelter who think of him as a god. He was dying and it was mine.
Yeah, so part of it was being the first person in about 10 years to go down there. Essentially, it was like a very high tech, small town with a lot of red-heads and a few albinos. They were happy down there.
Smart, well-educated, not wanting to leave, and many of them younger and born there. The movie producer hadn't even entered since the complex was finished. I think he had a penchant for someone down there that he couldn't--in good concience--be with. They were total isolates. So, I decide to get to know them and then to bring them access to outside information.
Like many of my dreams, this one sorts of flashes forward a few years.
I put the people in the complex to work. The "mansion" now included a factory under one part of the house and extending out. There were regular workers from outside and they (nor anyone else) knew about the people underground. Some would work in the house with me, but most ran things behind the scenes and designed prototype ideas for me.
The money both paid for the factory and the expansion of the original complex.
Now for the weirdest part of the dream. It was like some family get together of mine and everyone I've ever considered family or related was coming there (I guess money does that). The ages--even between siblings--were wrong though. Some were still young as now, others were older, and it was a little confusing.
At the same time, on the road in, someone was shot. A government inspector of the factory. Only, it wasn't with a gun, it was a golf-ball thrower. (Why you would want to chuck golf balls at that high of velocity, I don't know.)
I went to locate it and it was one of the prototype products made there and it was set up in a location that shouldn't have cameras pointed at it but had a lot of traffic. Another government rep suggested it would seriously cost me when investigated.
I played along, but wheeled the device to where I could store it and have it looked at. (Essentially by the town under the house). After I stashed it in a storage room accessible by them... Which was really cool to get to because most of the whole place was secret doors and secret access walls and... yeah. After I stored it, I knew the people under in the complex actually had the sensors to tell me who did it.
Anyway, I woke up then, but it was a really cool idea. Too long for FaceBook. *grin*
It's now something like 15 years later.