Hey man, as long as I have internet
I just had one of the longest, chronological and realistical dreams ever. Okay, not realistic in the 'it could happen' sense, but very realistic in the 'this is totally what I would do' sense.
So Pol and Gandalf got these jobs at a giant space station, and we moved to live there, because you can't just travel back and forth between a space station and earth every day.
They had already gone to work when the dream started, which left me and IB to fend for ourselves. Quite true to life, IB slept in and I went out to (awkwardly) Get Shit Done. I needed to find a dude at a Booth 48 who would get the internet going and give me my 'welcome information'. I walked the hallways, which were all white, and found my way to the elevator up to some kind of Space Shopping Mall/Work District. There weren't many walls, and shops and stuff were noted by being below the level of the general walkway, or above it, or there was a little Moat Of Nothing with a walkway towards it. I passed a food court and a library. Later on I passed a nightclub.
When I'd finally found Booth 48, the information guy was kind of hectic. I did get my internet connection, and a promise that I would get an e-mail about school, but I was encouraged to just show up to classes anyway because I was already in the system. I decided, what the hell, I'll find the school now and show up to class tomorrow for real.
I found a hallway that did have a door and was apparently part of The School, so I went in and poked my head into some of the classrooms. There was a cooking class, and one where they were watching some kind of educational film, and another one that looked like a science lab where one girl was making Lush products. I stuck around that one for a while and tried to chat with her, but like most of the students, she didn't really want to talk to me.
Nobody seemed to mind some random girl sticking her head inside the open doors of the classrooms, but they all ignored me. I decided this school was probably full of snooty rich kids (they all kind of looked like the fabulous teen-actors from Gossip Girl and other such shows: pretty, slim, tall and well-dressed. Though a bit more diverse than 'blond and pretty').
So as I was moving back toward where I thought the big Mall Of Everything was, I saw this group of laughing girls who were chatty and cheerful. I can't remember if they talked to me, but I decided to go along with them and see what they were up to. They went into some kind of entertainment room, got dressed in old fashioned Victorian-like dresses and did odd things, lectured each other about what a Real Lady looked like and put on corsets and whatever. I remember thinking that these Weird Rich Spacestation Kids had some kind of cult going to make them feel special. I left when one of them called the other 'a dyke' and criticised how she was posing elegantly on the bed.
Off past the Mall Of Awesome, past a rainforest-terrerium, back to our living quarters. I groused at IB he did not walk the dog, did it myself, then went to post on LJ. ... see what I mean about realistic behaviour? I was all: "Hey this spacestation is kind of cool, only I miss earth and everyone and the kids at this school at weird and I don't even know when I should be going to school" etc.
Then I fought some more with IB, because he and a friend wanted to go on a tour of the Ruins (a part of the space station where they had tried to recreate Earth, with streets and stone buildings and such) and I would have to to care for the dog all day. Finally, he left, I spat at him and then I went off to walk the dog and then find that library and go online.
So in short: I will gladly live in a space station if I have internet access and I'm not the only one walking the dog.
So Pol and Gandalf got these jobs at a giant space station, and we moved to live there, because you can't just travel back and forth between a space station and earth every day.
They had already gone to work when the dream started, which left me and IB to fend for ourselves. Quite true to life, IB slept in and I went out to (awkwardly) Get Shit Done. I needed to find a dude at a Booth 48 who would get the internet going and give me my 'welcome information'. I walked the hallways, which were all white, and found my way to the elevator up to some kind of Space Shopping Mall/Work District. There weren't many walls, and shops and stuff were noted by being below the level of the general walkway, or above it, or there was a little Moat Of Nothing with a walkway towards it. I passed a food court and a library. Later on I passed a nightclub.
When I'd finally found Booth 48, the information guy was kind of hectic. I did get my internet connection, and a promise that I would get an e-mail about school, but I was encouraged to just show up to classes anyway because I was already in the system. I decided, what the hell, I'll find the school now and show up to class tomorrow for real.
I found a hallway that did have a door and was apparently part of The School, so I went in and poked my head into some of the classrooms. There was a cooking class, and one where they were watching some kind of educational film, and another one that looked like a science lab where one girl was making Lush products. I stuck around that one for a while and tried to chat with her, but like most of the students, she didn't really want to talk to me.
Nobody seemed to mind some random girl sticking her head inside the open doors of the classrooms, but they all ignored me. I decided this school was probably full of snooty rich kids (they all kind of looked like the fabulous teen-actors from Gossip Girl and other such shows: pretty, slim, tall and well-dressed. Though a bit more diverse than 'blond and pretty').
So as I was moving back toward where I thought the big Mall Of Everything was, I saw this group of laughing girls who were chatty and cheerful. I can't remember if they talked to me, but I decided to go along with them and see what they were up to. They went into some kind of entertainment room, got dressed in old fashioned Victorian-like dresses and did odd things, lectured each other about what a Real Lady looked like and put on corsets and whatever. I remember thinking that these Weird Rich Spacestation Kids had some kind of cult going to make them feel special. I left when one of them called the other 'a dyke' and criticised how she was posing elegantly on the bed.
Off past the Mall Of Awesome, past a rainforest-terrerium, back to our living quarters. I groused at IB he did not walk the dog, did it myself, then went to post on LJ. ... see what I mean about realistic behaviour? I was all: "Hey this spacestation is kind of cool, only I miss earth and everyone and the kids at this school at weird and I don't even know when I should be going to school" etc.
Then I fought some more with IB, because he and a friend wanted to go on a tour of the Ruins (a part of the space station where they had tried to recreate Earth, with streets and stone buildings and such) and I would have to to care for the dog all day. Finally, he left, I spat at him and then I went off to walk the dog and then find that library and go online.
So in short: I will gladly live in a space station if I have internet access and I'm not the only one walking the dog.