Strange Dreams...
I had not one but TWO strange dreams last night.
1. My mother was a friend of Rachael Maddow. Rachael was in town for a convention and was stranded because of bad weather. She stayed the night in my parents' bedroom (I was living with them, BlakDrgn, and Blueneko for some reason) and she insisted on having the largest bed all to herself. Other than that she was polite. She was her usual self, liked to leave the bedroom door open and Blueneko kept waking her up with the FartMachine app on his G1. She laughed.
Ok, that was strange...
but this shit takes the fucking cake...
2. I was a member of a three person anti-conspiracy team destined to keep the government and NASA from causing an ecological disaster. An alien probe has docked with the International Space Station and it was theorized by scientists that it was there creating a magnetic field to prevent the Earth from falling into a wind storm disaster.
One of my team members was a guy who looked like Marlon Brando only younger and less fat. He was the financier. He had paid for two attempts already to prevent NASA from launching a rocket to intercept the alien probe and disrupt its magnetic field. The government thought that it was a potential invader and wanted it destroyed. The rockets looked like the main booster on the space shuttle, you know, the big orange one.
Anyway, the method was for me to infiltrate NASA as an undercover employee. I was to sneak a large 1.5 liter bottle of spring water into my locker which would be picked up by a tiny woman (she wasn't a midget or a dwarf, she just looked like a small person) who would crawl around in the small ventilation spaces between the lockers. The bottle was filled with water, but it was infused with tritium. She would take it out of my locker in the middle of the night, extract the tritium, and inject it into the nuclear powered rockets which would make them unstable and cause them to explode about 10 seconds after launch.
I stiffed the woman on her payment on the third rocket because my Marlon Brando look-alike associate ran out of money. That night, I was at SeaWorld watching a bird show. While sitting on the second to highest rung of the rafters, I looked up and saw the space station and the alien probe attached to it. The magnetic field threw the space shuttle (which was already up in orbit) out of it's orbit and it crashed to earth causing a panic and also causing me to do a backflip out of my seat, over the hedge, and land in the adjacent road.
The space shuttle crash landed close to me, destroying a building in the park to the south of SeaWorld, Discovery Cove. The crash had caused a Disney shuttle buss to overturn which dumped about 4 dozen or so Middle School children into the road. For whatever reason, they were all wearing various kigurumi costumes and were all soaking wet. I assisted in escorting them to safety by leading them into a nearby sporting goods store.
Just when that was over, I looked up and saw the rocket launch. 15 seconds later, it docked with the alien probe (quick launch, eh?) and caused it to explode, disrupting the magnetic field and creating a ridiculous sandstorm all over the planet. Marlon and I sought refuge in a 1950's era city bus that had been retro-fitted into a bar and grille. It had been abandoned for many years and was conveniently located atop a 9-story hotel.
I got inside, looked around, and decided to try to hot-wire it so we could drive to safety. I got it to start, but I tripped the parking brake and it rolled off of backwards with me inside. I blacked out briefly, but woke up to find myself in a pre-school. The walls, ceiling, and floors had been heavily crayoned in unintelligible and colorful scribble (yes, I dream in color). Tailsy entered through the double doors before me and sat in my lap, smiled, and told me how much he missed me. All he wanted to do was cuddle.
Then I woke up and said, "Aaaalrighty then..."
-Kryphos
1. My mother was a friend of Rachael Maddow. Rachael was in town for a convention and was stranded because of bad weather. She stayed the night in my parents' bedroom (I was living with them, BlakDrgn, and Blueneko for some reason) and she insisted on having the largest bed all to herself. Other than that she was polite. She was her usual self, liked to leave the bedroom door open and Blueneko kept waking her up with the FartMachine app on his G1. She laughed.
Ok, that was strange...
but this shit takes the fucking cake...
2. I was a member of a three person anti-conspiracy team destined to keep the government and NASA from causing an ecological disaster. An alien probe has docked with the International Space Station and it was theorized by scientists that it was there creating a magnetic field to prevent the Earth from falling into a wind storm disaster.
One of my team members was a guy who looked like Marlon Brando only younger and less fat. He was the financier. He had paid for two attempts already to prevent NASA from launching a rocket to intercept the alien probe and disrupt its magnetic field. The government thought that it was a potential invader and wanted it destroyed. The rockets looked like the main booster on the space shuttle, you know, the big orange one.
Anyway, the method was for me to infiltrate NASA as an undercover employee. I was to sneak a large 1.5 liter bottle of spring water into my locker which would be picked up by a tiny woman (she wasn't a midget or a dwarf, she just looked like a small person) who would crawl around in the small ventilation spaces between the lockers. The bottle was filled with water, but it was infused with tritium. She would take it out of my locker in the middle of the night, extract the tritium, and inject it into the nuclear powered rockets which would make them unstable and cause them to explode about 10 seconds after launch.
I stiffed the woman on her payment on the third rocket because my Marlon Brando look-alike associate ran out of money. That night, I was at SeaWorld watching a bird show. While sitting on the second to highest rung of the rafters, I looked up and saw the space station and the alien probe attached to it. The magnetic field threw the space shuttle (which was already up in orbit) out of it's orbit and it crashed to earth causing a panic and also causing me to do a backflip out of my seat, over the hedge, and land in the adjacent road.
The space shuttle crash landed close to me, destroying a building in the park to the south of SeaWorld, Discovery Cove. The crash had caused a Disney shuttle buss to overturn which dumped about 4 dozen or so Middle School children into the road. For whatever reason, they were all wearing various kigurumi costumes and were all soaking wet. I assisted in escorting them to safety by leading them into a nearby sporting goods store.
Just when that was over, I looked up and saw the rocket launch. 15 seconds later, it docked with the alien probe (quick launch, eh?) and caused it to explode, disrupting the magnetic field and creating a ridiculous sandstorm all over the planet. Marlon and I sought refuge in a 1950's era city bus that had been retro-fitted into a bar and grille. It had been abandoned for many years and was conveniently located atop a 9-story hotel.
I got inside, looked around, and decided to try to hot-wire it so we could drive to safety. I got it to start, but I tripped the parking brake and it rolled off of backwards with me inside. I blacked out briefly, but woke up to find myself in a pre-school. The walls, ceiling, and floors had been heavily crayoned in unintelligible and colorful scribble (yes, I dream in color). Tailsy entered through the double doors before me and sat in my lap, smiled, and told me how much he missed me. All he wanted to do was cuddle.
Then I woke up and said, "Aaaalrighty then..."
-Kryphos