Post Apocalyptic Dream
I haven't had one of my awesome vivid dreams in a while, and this one was fun!
It started out with me being an actor on a TV show about a group of people in a small underground compound after some kind of disaster above-ground. Nuclear fallout was alluded to, but never specifically discussed. I recall certain scenes in my dream where I knew the audience had been waiting a while for it, however, as the dream progressed, it became a real thing rather than a TV show (though an RPG element crept into it a little later).
It started out with me knocking down a guard and taking his massive assault rifle-thingie. Really big, powerful gun. There had been an enemy within the compound, and they had seized control! But we had had enough and it was time to fight back. I walked slowly through the compound, taking out all the guards - people were screaming and running. Guards poured out of a door towards me and I gunned them all down.
I should mention that this gun was big enough that it had a strap I put around my shoulder to help steady it. Those that were on my side would grab the weapons of the downed guards and we marched on, freeing the whole compound. One of those I freed was a young child, and as I knelt beside him, I knew the audience had been waiting a long time for this.
I told him that I was his father, which was why I had been watching out for him all this time, but I couldn't tell him because there were people after me, and if they knew he was mine, then they would take him. See, the reason certain people were after me was because I wasn't fully human - some kind of alien DNA had been implanted in me when I was younger, and I needed to teach him about his own heritage and how to hide his secret.
After I explained this to him, he gave me a big hug (he was maybe 6), and I could almost hear the audience saying, "Awwww!"
He asked me what I meant by "alien DNA", so I concentrated and 5 or 6 tentacles crept out of my skull like a crown. I explained that they could be used at short range to attach to another person's head and read their thoughts, and even control them like a puppet, but that he shouldn't use these abilities except for helping others and defending himself. I retracted them again and told him I'd still watch out for him, but he couldn't tell anyone else for now since it was still dangerous.
We finished our conversation and he ran off with the adults who had been watching him since the beginning of the show.
Suddenly, I heard screams from the front of the compound, and I knew that "he" was back. This man had been hunting me for my alien DNA since the beginning of the show, though I cannot tell you what his name was. (This was the last time I was aware it was a show - after this, it became real.)
I felt grateful my son had gotten away, and then I ran as fast as my big gun would allow me to where he was coming in. He had acquired some kind of technology, maybe alien, maybe not, that covered him and his even bigger gun in shiny metal strips.
Imagine Colossus from the X-Men, except that he did not have multiple unbroken metal bands around his body - they were broken up by vertical slashes, as if there hadn't been enough metal to make a single band, so they had to be applied a section at a time.
Also, he was in some kind of walking machine - I don't recall if he had spider legs or tank treads, but he was definitely not walking on two legs. I fired my gun into the barrel of his gun, trying to make it blow up, but the metal strips peeled away from the gun and caught the bullets, all of them. I think they had some kind of magnetic ability so as to attract the bullets, but then they flexed and threw the bullets back. The speed of the redirected bullets wasn't as fast as it had been from my gun, but it was still plenty fast enough to do damage, so I was dodging them as best I could.
I tried to shoot him in the face and around his body, with the same results. I knew I couldn't take him down with this gun, so I dropped it and ran to the back of the compound, knowing that I needed to come up with a solution quickly since the back was a dead end.
As I ran, some other people came to me and reported that they had tried grenades, and he had been immune to the explosion, throwing the shrapnel back just like he had the bullets. They had also tried magic (at this point, I recall thinking as a dreamer, There's magic here? Oh yeah, when we level up, we can take light and dark magic as skills! Yep, my dreams are awesome), to no avail. He was immune to that as well.
As I skidded to a stop at the dead end (it was actually more like a T-intersection - the hallway ended and branched out to to short rooms, one on either side), I turned left and decided to make my stand there. I suddenly remembered that I had leveled up a couple of times and so could take some extra skills! Yay! I quickly selected Light Generation and Light Control, the two Light magic skills. I didn't want the Darkness skills since I knew those were evil and I wasn't evil.
I quickly thought through my options - even if he was immune to our direct attempts to stop him, he wouldn't be immune to our indirect attempts. In other words...
I told some of the other people to slow him down while I cut through the stone ceiling in order to drop a ton of stone on him when he came around the corner. I figured it was time for us to come out of the compound and see what was going on above ground. I summoned my magic and used the intense light to cut a large section of the ceiling, leaving one little edge in for when he rounded the intersection into my line of sight. I knew that there was no way for me to avoid getting hurt in the rockfall, either, but I hoped my new light shields would be enough to offset most of it since I was prepared.
I finished barely in time - he came at me, and I collapsed the ceiling. I was knocked almost completely unconscious - I barely remembered being pulled up and out of the new hole into the sunlight by others in the compound, and I was delirious for some time. Either we had been underground long enough for any residual radiation to fade, or the disaster was never nuclear in the first place because the air was clean and the sun was shining. (When I woke up, I recall thinking, Huh, that must have been a real twist in the story for the TV audience! "It wasn't a bomb after all! Dun dun duuuunnnnn!")
I slowly regained consciousness, but when I was fully awake, I felt afraid that the guy after me had not been killed, and was still after me. But now, with the whole world in front of me, he would likely never find me again. Plus, with those two new skills, I could fly, and pretty darned fast, too! Whee!
Some time had passed, and for some reason, I had to go back to the compound - I don't recall exactly why, but I flew back into the hole I carved out and went to the front. It was then that I realized it was a trap - the guy hadn't been killed, and now with me underground again, he blocked my exit and came towards me, this time with some kind of energy shield (magical or technological, I'm not sure which) that prevented me from pulling the same trick again. I was looking around for some kind of option, when...
I woke up. I wonder how I got away. :) I'm in a good mood - these dreams always make me feel pretty awesome.
It started out with me being an actor on a TV show about a group of people in a small underground compound after some kind of disaster above-ground. Nuclear fallout was alluded to, but never specifically discussed. I recall certain scenes in my dream where I knew the audience had been waiting a while for it, however, as the dream progressed, it became a real thing rather than a TV show (though an RPG element crept into it a little later).
It started out with me knocking down a guard and taking his massive assault rifle-thingie. Really big, powerful gun. There had been an enemy within the compound, and they had seized control! But we had had enough and it was time to fight back. I walked slowly through the compound, taking out all the guards - people were screaming and running. Guards poured out of a door towards me and I gunned them all down.
I should mention that this gun was big enough that it had a strap I put around my shoulder to help steady it. Those that were on my side would grab the weapons of the downed guards and we marched on, freeing the whole compound. One of those I freed was a young child, and as I knelt beside him, I knew the audience had been waiting a long time for this.
I told him that I was his father, which was why I had been watching out for him all this time, but I couldn't tell him because there were people after me, and if they knew he was mine, then they would take him. See, the reason certain people were after me was because I wasn't fully human - some kind of alien DNA had been implanted in me when I was younger, and I needed to teach him about his own heritage and how to hide his secret.
After I explained this to him, he gave me a big hug (he was maybe 6), and I could almost hear the audience saying, "Awwww!"
He asked me what I meant by "alien DNA", so I concentrated and 5 or 6 tentacles crept out of my skull like a crown. I explained that they could be used at short range to attach to another person's head and read their thoughts, and even control them like a puppet, but that he shouldn't use these abilities except for helping others and defending himself. I retracted them again and told him I'd still watch out for him, but he couldn't tell anyone else for now since it was still dangerous.
We finished our conversation and he ran off with the adults who had been watching him since the beginning of the show.
Suddenly, I heard screams from the front of the compound, and I knew that "he" was back. This man had been hunting me for my alien DNA since the beginning of the show, though I cannot tell you what his name was. (This was the last time I was aware it was a show - after this, it became real.)
I felt grateful my son had gotten away, and then I ran as fast as my big gun would allow me to where he was coming in. He had acquired some kind of technology, maybe alien, maybe not, that covered him and his even bigger gun in shiny metal strips.
Imagine Colossus from the X-Men, except that he did not have multiple unbroken metal bands around his body - they were broken up by vertical slashes, as if there hadn't been enough metal to make a single band, so they had to be applied a section at a time.
Also, he was in some kind of walking machine - I don't recall if he had spider legs or tank treads, but he was definitely not walking on two legs. I fired my gun into the barrel of his gun, trying to make it blow up, but the metal strips peeled away from the gun and caught the bullets, all of them. I think they had some kind of magnetic ability so as to attract the bullets, but then they flexed and threw the bullets back. The speed of the redirected bullets wasn't as fast as it had been from my gun, but it was still plenty fast enough to do damage, so I was dodging them as best I could.
I tried to shoot him in the face and around his body, with the same results. I knew I couldn't take him down with this gun, so I dropped it and ran to the back of the compound, knowing that I needed to come up with a solution quickly since the back was a dead end.
As I ran, some other people came to me and reported that they had tried grenades, and he had been immune to the explosion, throwing the shrapnel back just like he had the bullets. They had also tried magic (at this point, I recall thinking as a dreamer, There's magic here? Oh yeah, when we level up, we can take light and dark magic as skills! Yep, my dreams are awesome), to no avail. He was immune to that as well.
As I skidded to a stop at the dead end (it was actually more like a T-intersection - the hallway ended and branched out to to short rooms, one on either side), I turned left and decided to make my stand there. I suddenly remembered that I had leveled up a couple of times and so could take some extra skills! Yay! I quickly selected Light Generation and Light Control, the two Light magic skills. I didn't want the Darkness skills since I knew those were evil and I wasn't evil.
I quickly thought through my options - even if he was immune to our direct attempts to stop him, he wouldn't be immune to our indirect attempts. In other words...
I told some of the other people to slow him down while I cut through the stone ceiling in order to drop a ton of stone on him when he came around the corner. I figured it was time for us to come out of the compound and see what was going on above ground. I summoned my magic and used the intense light to cut a large section of the ceiling, leaving one little edge in for when he rounded the intersection into my line of sight. I knew that there was no way for me to avoid getting hurt in the rockfall, either, but I hoped my new light shields would be enough to offset most of it since I was prepared.
I finished barely in time - he came at me, and I collapsed the ceiling. I was knocked almost completely unconscious - I barely remembered being pulled up and out of the new hole into the sunlight by others in the compound, and I was delirious for some time. Either we had been underground long enough for any residual radiation to fade, or the disaster was never nuclear in the first place because the air was clean and the sun was shining. (When I woke up, I recall thinking, Huh, that must have been a real twist in the story for the TV audience! "It wasn't a bomb after all! Dun dun duuuunnnnn!")
I slowly regained consciousness, but when I was fully awake, I felt afraid that the guy after me had not been killed, and was still after me. But now, with the whole world in front of me, he would likely never find me again. Plus, with those two new skills, I could fly, and pretty darned fast, too! Whee!
Some time had passed, and for some reason, I had to go back to the compound - I don't recall exactly why, but I flew back into the hole I carved out and went to the front. It was then that I realized it was a trap - the guy hadn't been killed, and now with me underground again, he blocked my exit and came towards me, this time with some kind of energy shield (magical or technological, I'm not sure which) that prevented me from pulling the same trick again. I was looking around for some kind of option, when...
I woke up. I wonder how I got away. :) I'm in a good mood - these dreams always make me feel pretty awesome.