Dream: Afraid of American Lego
I start remembering this dream part-way through it.
We survived the fight. I'm in charge, and there are about 8 other survivors, all in some sort of military unit. Infantry. Grey uniforms marred by dirt and spiderwebs of blood spray from our fallen team members. We've been overrun, and have pulled back.
There is no sound.
We are in a personnel carrier. It is also grey. Battleship grey. And splattered with mud. It is an open-top design, armored with firing holes on each side. The rest of the soldiers are lying in the back, recovering. I can almost see the little red health bars below their feet slowly turning to yellow and then green.
We're on the move, getting out of the overrun area, and heading for another location where we'll be far enough away from the enemy to start up a new base camp. We're driving uphill in the dark and I can feel the vibrations of the truck through my boots, but I still can't hear anything, not the truck engine, nor the rest of the guys.
Then we roll out of the darkness and into the light. Seems we've driven through an open patio door out of the house and onto the porch. There's been a tragic miscalculation in scale up to this point, I notice, as our APC seems to be about the size of mouse. We are bumping our way across the wooden porch as chaos walker mechs attack us from behind.
The soundtrack finally starts.
"I'm Afraid of Americans" by David Bowie.
As the song picks up, the walkers get closer. And then the lego starts attacking us.
The lego.
Mostly red, but some black and a few other colours. Waves of lego. We have to try to drive over it to get to the ramp down off the porch, and the transport is small enough that we can only drive over up to a single layer of lego at a time, a wall two bricks tall is enough to prevent our progress. The wheels bounce up over the first few pieces and we clear them, but then we find ourselves pushing desperately against a 3-brick-tall wall of red and black lego, bouncing from side to side, as the walkers close in on us from behind. Their spider-like legs give them a superior ability to climb over the lego attacks.
I see the scene from above, the lego is moving in patterns like a mandlebrot. Waves, eddies, currents of lego. As the walkers close in, we slam across the lego waves and climb moving mathematical constructs depicted in the basic building blocks of childhood. We finally break for the ramp and the walkers are closing in.
We survived the fight. I'm in charge, and there are about 8 other survivors, all in some sort of military unit. Infantry. Grey uniforms marred by dirt and spiderwebs of blood spray from our fallen team members. We've been overrun, and have pulled back.
There is no sound.
We are in a personnel carrier. It is also grey. Battleship grey. And splattered with mud. It is an open-top design, armored with firing holes on each side. The rest of the soldiers are lying in the back, recovering. I can almost see the little red health bars below their feet slowly turning to yellow and then green.
We're on the move, getting out of the overrun area, and heading for another location where we'll be far enough away from the enemy to start up a new base camp. We're driving uphill in the dark and I can feel the vibrations of the truck through my boots, but I still can't hear anything, not the truck engine, nor the rest of the guys.
Then we roll out of the darkness and into the light. Seems we've driven through an open patio door out of the house and onto the porch. There's been a tragic miscalculation in scale up to this point, I notice, as our APC seems to be about the size of mouse. We are bumping our way across the wooden porch as chaos walker mechs attack us from behind.
The soundtrack finally starts.
"I'm Afraid of Americans" by David Bowie.
As the song picks up, the walkers get closer. And then the lego starts attacking us.
The lego.
Mostly red, but some black and a few other colours. Waves of lego. We have to try to drive over it to get to the ramp down off the porch, and the transport is small enough that we can only drive over up to a single layer of lego at a time, a wall two bricks tall is enough to prevent our progress. The wheels bounce up over the first few pieces and we clear them, but then we find ourselves pushing desperately against a 3-brick-tall wall of red and black lego, bouncing from side to side, as the walkers close in on us from behind. Their spider-like legs give them a superior ability to climb over the lego attacks.
I see the scene from above, the lego is moving in patterns like a mandlebrot. Waves, eddies, currents of lego. As the walkers close in, we slam across the lego waves and climb moving mathematical constructs depicted in the basic building blocks of childhood. We finally break for the ramp and the walkers are closing in.