Dream: Terminators, Playing Dead
I have to get this dream out of my head before I forget it. It is now late Friday night, the 20th, but I've backdated this post to the day of my dream, Sunday, the 15th. So lets begin where my recollection starts.
I am running away from something. I have someone with me, and I'm running away for my life. People around me are dying quickly. I realize my limits and that I can't overcome the enemy encroaching. I do the most logical thing. A shot is fired over me and I fall to the ground, feigning my death. The grass I fall into has grown tall and turned golden in the season, like a field of wheat ready to harvest, but very short in height. I liken this moment to an episode of The X-Files, which I have recently watch, where Mulder dives over a young boy and into tall grass as a parade of motorcycles ride through and around them; and I liken it to the wheat fields from the afterlife in Gladiator.
I fall down into the tall (but not wheat field tall) golden grass and play dead. A girl comes up to me and attempts to coax me to stop playing dead, but I know that playing dead will save me. Why? Now and army of T-800 series terminator robots march over the ground all around me scanning for life and exterminating the non-compliant. Strangely, my feigning death works, but doesn't work. The terminators know I am alive, but believe me to be unresponsive. They drag me off while I continue to pretend that I'm not coherent or responsive.
The area I'm dragged from makes up a couple buildings in the shape close to "L-", my position being between the corner of the "L" and the "-" sign. I am brought into the "L"-shaped building to a mid-floor, and into a large cafeteria-looking room filled with cots and lots of people. The women who was with me still tries to coax me to respond, but every time they let go of me, I bring myself back to the floor and act dead. I'm dragged through the throng of cots and people to the back of the room and put onto a cot in the back right corner of the room. Surprisingly, the terminators in this room are friendlies. Somehow they've been re-wired to be on the side of these rebels and defend them against enemy terminators.
Realizing this, I began to loosen by guard and converse with the people in the room. I got up and moved around to observe the people and the terminators among them appearing to be in synergy.
However, there were some here who would prefer that all the terminators be eliminated and the friendly terminators heard this outcry. There were people threatening to prevent the terminators from re-charging because the power was needed for other important things. Instead of ignoring the comments, the terminators lapsed into a barbaric state of preservation. Realizing that their power source was threatened, their minds took over with the concern that they would be cut off from their source of life, and they began to lash out against the people. Seeing this, I grouped together with a number of the people and we cut off our cellular communications to prevent the terminators from tracking us. We fended off the terminators and escaped the room. We moved up to the top floor of the building with some plan of escape that I don't quite recall.
But this plan was of no use. I failed to disable the wi-fi signal from my second hand-held device and the terminators were able to track it. As I pulled the device out of my pocket, already the terminators had taken over the device and the screen displayed a live feed of F-class fighter jets armed with rockets which were then targeted and launched at our position.
There was no time to warn anyone with me. The rockets were hot and headed directly toward the building, and I could see every moment of our doom being fed to my device directly. Having no way to save people, I pulled people down the stairs with me and into the lower portion of the building just in time as the entire top floor of the building was blown clean off. There was no chance for anyone I didn't shove down the stairs with me.
I discarded the newly formed tracking device and pulled out skateboards. We rushed out the building and hopped on to our skateboards and escaped into the sunset down a hill that was wedded on both sides with long, tall flat hills. It was like we were descending down a paved road into a tunnel with no roof. Others followed behind on skateboards as well.
In that moment of escape, as impractical as it seemed, even though we felt sure of our escape. The thought in my mind was not about getting away from the terminators or feeling good about our prognosis, but that we were finally giving up our technology to enter into a mysterious world of survival.
And then I woke up with the sun in my eyes, both in leaving my dream, but waking up on the sunny side of the house.
I am running away from something. I have someone with me, and I'm running away for my life. People around me are dying quickly. I realize my limits and that I can't overcome the enemy encroaching. I do the most logical thing. A shot is fired over me and I fall to the ground, feigning my death. The grass I fall into has grown tall and turned golden in the season, like a field of wheat ready to harvest, but very short in height. I liken this moment to an episode of The X-Files, which I have recently watch, where Mulder dives over a young boy and into tall grass as a parade of motorcycles ride through and around them; and I liken it to the wheat fields from the afterlife in Gladiator.
I fall down into the tall (but not wheat field tall) golden grass and play dead. A girl comes up to me and attempts to coax me to stop playing dead, but I know that playing dead will save me. Why? Now and army of T-800 series terminator robots march over the ground all around me scanning for life and exterminating the non-compliant. Strangely, my feigning death works, but doesn't work. The terminators know I am alive, but believe me to be unresponsive. They drag me off while I continue to pretend that I'm not coherent or responsive.
The area I'm dragged from makes up a couple buildings in the shape close to "L-", my position being between the corner of the "L" and the "-" sign. I am brought into the "L"-shaped building to a mid-floor, and into a large cafeteria-looking room filled with cots and lots of people. The women who was with me still tries to coax me to respond, but every time they let go of me, I bring myself back to the floor and act dead. I'm dragged through the throng of cots and people to the back of the room and put onto a cot in the back right corner of the room. Surprisingly, the terminators in this room are friendlies. Somehow they've been re-wired to be on the side of these rebels and defend them against enemy terminators.
Realizing this, I began to loosen by guard and converse with the people in the room. I got up and moved around to observe the people and the terminators among them appearing to be in synergy.
However, there were some here who would prefer that all the terminators be eliminated and the friendly terminators heard this outcry. There were people threatening to prevent the terminators from re-charging because the power was needed for other important things. Instead of ignoring the comments, the terminators lapsed into a barbaric state of preservation. Realizing that their power source was threatened, their minds took over with the concern that they would be cut off from their source of life, and they began to lash out against the people. Seeing this, I grouped together with a number of the people and we cut off our cellular communications to prevent the terminators from tracking us. We fended off the terminators and escaped the room. We moved up to the top floor of the building with some plan of escape that I don't quite recall.
But this plan was of no use. I failed to disable the wi-fi signal from my second hand-held device and the terminators were able to track it. As I pulled the device out of my pocket, already the terminators had taken over the device and the screen displayed a live feed of F-class fighter jets armed with rockets which were then targeted and launched at our position.
There was no time to warn anyone with me. The rockets were hot and headed directly toward the building, and I could see every moment of our doom being fed to my device directly. Having no way to save people, I pulled people down the stairs with me and into the lower portion of the building just in time as the entire top floor of the building was blown clean off. There was no chance for anyone I didn't shove down the stairs with me.
I discarded the newly formed tracking device and pulled out skateboards. We rushed out the building and hopped on to our skateboards and escaped into the sunset down a hill that was wedded on both sides with long, tall flat hills. It was like we were descending down a paved road into a tunnel with no roof. Others followed behind on skateboards as well.
In that moment of escape, as impractical as it seemed, even though we felt sure of our escape. The thought in my mind was not about getting away from the terminators or feeling good about our prognosis, but that we were finally giving up our technology to enter into a mysterious world of survival.
And then I woke up with the sun in my eyes, both in leaving my dream, but waking up on the sunny side of the house.