Hamtens?
The players in my dream last night were myself, Cary (Critical Friend, from New Hampshire), Mr. Suprin, and my middle school band teacher Ms. Walton.
Basically, what happened was Ms. Walton was training a class of students on how to survive in space, specifically on a space station. We got to go through all these cool jungle gyms and shit. Then we were told that we were going to help endangered animals that were kept on the space station to keep them safe from harm. Mr. Suprin headed that department and he brought us up. The animals we were taking care of looked like a mix between kittens and hamsters. Funky little things. But really awesome, I wanted to bring it home with me.
The cool thing about the dream is how they sent us all back to Earth. They'd put a plastic bag over our head and then kick us out the door of the space station and we'd go shooting back down to Earth like meteors. Hit the ground. And get up and go home.
Friggin' awesome!! Squee!!
Basically, what happened was Ms. Walton was training a class of students on how to survive in space, specifically on a space station. We got to go through all these cool jungle gyms and shit. Then we were told that we were going to help endangered animals that were kept on the space station to keep them safe from harm. Mr. Suprin headed that department and he brought us up. The animals we were taking care of looked like a mix between kittens and hamsters. Funky little things. But really awesome, I wanted to bring it home with me.
The cool thing about the dream is how they sent us all back to Earth. They'd put a plastic bag over our head and then kick us out the door of the space station and we'd go shooting back down to Earth like meteors. Hit the ground. And get up and go home.
Friggin' awesome!! Squee!!