Of extreme sports and lost connections.
I was having all sorts of fun doing a test run of escaping a giant across a rooftop and down a ladder, doing it again and again until it was most dramatic, or smoother, or whatever. Very much like a game, or like rewriting a scene in my head for maximum cool. Eventually I'm satisfied, climb down my ladder off of the course, and hang out in the outdoor hallway of what seemed to be passing time for some school somewhere. I say hi to various people, (who seem to be my students? or somehow socially lower than me), and two guys stop to talk to me. One of them I don't recognize right away, until I happened to glance down at his name tag.
"Hi, my name is: 0blivion", with the zero and everything. (Even though it's actually G0D Oblivion-- whatever. Odd that I saw the spelling in my dream, though.) For a second I was shocked, then I was delighted. He hadn't answered my email, he'd just flat out come to see me. I hugged him, and I don't think I'd let go by the time I woke up.
"Hi, my name is: 0blivion", with the zero and everything. (Even though it's actually G0D Oblivion-- whatever. Odd that I saw the spelling in my dream, though.) For a second I was shocked, then I was delighted. He hadn't answered my email, he'd just flat out come to see me. I hugged him, and I don't think I'd let go by the time I woke up.