Before I forget
I had a strange dream the other night, no doubt influenced by popcorn.
..it was highly theatric is all I'm saying.
In my dream, I was some sort of Nancy Drew/detective/superheroine person. There was a mad scientist who looked like he was trying to make a return to civilized society, but I, an undercover news reporter (my identity changed so much) wasn't buying it. Mad scientists don't suddenly have a fondness for baby chickens overnight.
Which is what he was trying to prove. He had discovered a way to manufacture animals--that is, make man-made animals that weren't clones or robots. His first experiment involved mass-producing cute baby chickens that looked uber-cute, which he dubbed "peeps". I knew something was wrong, so I broke into his lab. I saw the mass-production of peeps, and everything SEEMED to be just as he said--until I discovered where he'd gotten some of the ingredients for the animals.
He'd gotten some stuff from the Nile (don't ask me why), and for most of it, the experiment was successful; but out of a small percentage of peeps that were made using a strain of bacteria from the West Nile gained a thirst for blood and sharp, pointy teeth. They were kept in some containment, but they broke free because their teeth are sharp and pointy like that. Some poor woman had been caught in the lab when they broke free, and they pecked at her until her face turned white.
I was dressed in a jacket that I haven't worn for at least 5 years and faded blue jeans when I proclaimed, "aha!" in the doctor's face, and started whacking the peeps from the air with my sketchbook (they were flying low because...well, chickens can't really fly in the first place, and these were mutated mass-produced man-made baby chickens. Stuff.) For some reason, the psycho-peeps were weak against sketchbooks. I had somehow known that when I made my attack. The mad scientist and his female assistant wearing a black business suit burst from the reception hall where he had been giving away the cute, nice peeps, and he sent out an order to his assistant to recapture the peeps (because they were only supposed to be used against superheroes, of course). I was whacking away at peeps, she was injecting them with tranquilizer.
For some reason, I said something along the lines of, "you'll be revealed for your misdeeds and lies, you mad scientist bill!". He of course shot back with something like, "and what brings you here, [insert name here]? Surely, you can't be the superheroine [insert name here]!!" I was momentarily dumbfounded, because I worried that my identity had been discovered. My pause caused me much grief, however, because one of the peeps mutated into a disheveled tiny cat-girl thing that looked like it was the result of a cross-breeding between cat and goblin. It was horrifyingly strong (and shorter than me), and it had caught me by my thighs and was about to bite me right in my crotch area (whatever the term for it is). I was freaked out and woozy for some reason, and my repeated attempts to whack at it with my sketchbook were foiled somehow. Then the assistant of the doctor managed to inject the thing right in its mouth as it was about to bite me, and it died. Sort of. I only ended up freaking out at the doctor and his assistant instead of being grateful, because I figured out that the peeps also had the ability to emit mind-bending waves that alter its intended victim's sense of reality, making it more succeptible to being eaten alive.
*looks at dream*
I'm still kind of confused. But not really. But I am.
..it was highly theatric is all I'm saying.
In my dream, I was some sort of Nancy Drew/detective/superheroine person. There was a mad scientist who looked like he was trying to make a return to civilized society, but I, an undercover news reporter (my identity changed so much) wasn't buying it. Mad scientists don't suddenly have a fondness for baby chickens overnight.
Which is what he was trying to prove. He had discovered a way to manufacture animals--that is, make man-made animals that weren't clones or robots. His first experiment involved mass-producing cute baby chickens that looked uber-cute, which he dubbed "peeps". I knew something was wrong, so I broke into his lab. I saw the mass-production of peeps, and everything SEEMED to be just as he said--until I discovered where he'd gotten some of the ingredients for the animals.
He'd gotten some stuff from the Nile (don't ask me why), and for most of it, the experiment was successful; but out of a small percentage of peeps that were made using a strain of bacteria from the West Nile gained a thirst for blood and sharp, pointy teeth. They were kept in some containment, but they broke free because their teeth are sharp and pointy like that. Some poor woman had been caught in the lab when they broke free, and they pecked at her until her face turned white.
I was dressed in a jacket that I haven't worn for at least 5 years and faded blue jeans when I proclaimed, "aha!" in the doctor's face, and started whacking the peeps from the air with my sketchbook (they were flying low because...well, chickens can't really fly in the first place, and these were mutated mass-produced man-made baby chickens. Stuff.) For some reason, the psycho-peeps were weak against sketchbooks. I had somehow known that when I made my attack. The mad scientist and his female assistant wearing a black business suit burst from the reception hall where he had been giving away the cute, nice peeps, and he sent out an order to his assistant to recapture the peeps (because they were only supposed to be used against superheroes, of course). I was whacking away at peeps, she was injecting them with tranquilizer.
For some reason, I said something along the lines of, "you'll be revealed for your misdeeds and lies, you mad scientist bill!". He of course shot back with something like, "and what brings you here, [insert name here]? Surely, you can't be the superheroine [insert name here]!!" I was momentarily dumbfounded, because I worried that my identity had been discovered. My pause caused me much grief, however, because one of the peeps mutated into a disheveled tiny cat-girl thing that looked like it was the result of a cross-breeding between cat and goblin. It was horrifyingly strong (and shorter than me), and it had caught me by my thighs and was about to bite me right in my crotch area (whatever the term for it is). I was freaked out and woozy for some reason, and my repeated attempts to whack at it with my sketchbook were foiled somehow. Then the assistant of the doctor managed to inject the thing right in its mouth as it was about to bite me, and it died. Sort of. I only ended up freaking out at the doctor and his assistant instead of being grateful, because I figured out that the peeps also had the ability to emit mind-bending waves that alter its intended victim's sense of reality, making it more succeptible to being eaten alive.
*looks at dream*
I'm still kind of confused. But not really. But I am.