Frank Herbert, what have you done to me?!
So last night I dreamt of sandworms.
Not just sandworms though. An epic sandworm battle. Gladiator style.
Let me set the stage.....
Dusty desert landscape. Massive stone coliseum. A grimy crowd of observers and a small team of fighters. We get in line to select our weapons. One chooses a massive battle axe, one a lightweight sword and shield. Myself....a maker hook and spiked club, ready to ride.
There is a long and winding trail from the top edge of the coliseum leading down to the pit of sand covered stone. It snakes between rows of spectators, observers too fearful to join in, but eager for bloodshed. We gladiators stare from above the arena at our gargantuan opponent. This is an old worm, but powerful. Adrenaline and fear course through our small team, we exchange glances, determined to leave together and have a few drinks when this is done. For some reason we are all dressed in jeans and sneakers.
Then my fucking alarm wakes me up. I keep trying to hit the snooze, pick it back up. But I can only get as far as a vision of us standing on the sand, the worm barreling towards us, unable to dig because of the stone floor beneath the sand.
Effin trip man. Bitchin, but scary.
I wonder if I can find a way to continue this tonight.
Not just sandworms though. An epic sandworm battle. Gladiator style.
Let me set the stage.....
Dusty desert landscape. Massive stone coliseum. A grimy crowd of observers and a small team of fighters. We get in line to select our weapons. One chooses a massive battle axe, one a lightweight sword and shield. Myself....a maker hook and spiked club, ready to ride.
There is a long and winding trail from the top edge of the coliseum leading down to the pit of sand covered stone. It snakes between rows of spectators, observers too fearful to join in, but eager for bloodshed. We gladiators stare from above the arena at our gargantuan opponent. This is an old worm, but powerful. Adrenaline and fear course through our small team, we exchange glances, determined to leave together and have a few drinks when this is done. For some reason we are all dressed in jeans and sneakers.
Then my fucking alarm wakes me up. I keep trying to hit the snooze, pick it back up. But I can only get as far as a vision of us standing on the sand, the worm barreling towards us, unable to dig because of the stone floor beneath the sand.
Effin trip man. Bitchin, but scary.
I wonder if I can find a way to continue this tonight.