Dream October 23, 2007
We escaped from a stadium. Me and two other kids. They were both bald, but one was a girl and one was a boy. We had to come through the port-o-potty passage way so we weren't found out. On the way to the port-o-potty passageways we had to avoid the truck so we weren't caught. The rest of us didn't make it, I'm not too sure what happened to them when we seperated.
I remember being at a place where me Dalton and Dylan were playing video games. There was a man that was there the last time we went. He wanted a direct connection to argentina, so he used the LAN at that place that was directly connected. I was talking on the computer to Joeyjoe. My character died in the video game, so I had to start over.
It's a familiar setting.. the end of the passageways ... I've been here before in other dreams, I think. It was night when we escaped. It was day when I was at the computer place.
The internet was broken at the computer place we were at. The man that came in said he came here specifically for the connection to Argentina, I thought he wanted to talk on yahoo or something with the person with no lag, but I wasn't really sure why he wanted the connection. We tried helping him, but I didn't know what was wrong with the computer. We walked out of the tent and into others to try to find a solution, I forget what it was we were looking for.
When we were going into the tunnels I closed the door and it re-opened.
"wait, it didn't close completely."
We couldn't risk being caught, so we stopped moving forward. Spent a little more time there and risked being caught. We went back and closed it, secured it, then moved forward after the person that went before us. No one had followed us yet, the only thing I remember dodging was the truck. We had waited up on steps somewhere.. metal steps, we were outside. It was like a stadium. The truck was doing laps around this stadium thing. When it was on the other side we were suppose to run for the gate. It was night, the dark was suppose to conceal us. We made it. In our ragged clothes in a place that looked like a junkyard, what were we suppose to do now? He told me that we should take revenge. "Me on the west side, you on the east side. Tonight we dine." I think he meant the east and west sides of the port-o-potty passageways, but I don't know.
I don't know why I was being held captive or how I got there from the computer scene.
When we got back from the other tents there was a small boy that was on Dylan's computer that we had left running while we helped the man. Dylan scared him away. I went back to talking on the computer.
I remember being at a place where me Dalton and Dylan were playing video games. There was a man that was there the last time we went. He wanted a direct connection to argentina, so he used the LAN at that place that was directly connected. I was talking on the computer to Joeyjoe. My character died in the video game, so I had to start over.
It's a familiar setting.. the end of the passageways ... I've been here before in other dreams, I think. It was night when we escaped. It was day when I was at the computer place.
The internet was broken at the computer place we were at. The man that came in said he came here specifically for the connection to Argentina, I thought he wanted to talk on yahoo or something with the person with no lag, but I wasn't really sure why he wanted the connection. We tried helping him, but I didn't know what was wrong with the computer. We walked out of the tent and into others to try to find a solution, I forget what it was we were looking for.
When we were going into the tunnels I closed the door and it re-opened.
"wait, it didn't close completely."
We couldn't risk being caught, so we stopped moving forward. Spent a little more time there and risked being caught. We went back and closed it, secured it, then moved forward after the person that went before us. No one had followed us yet, the only thing I remember dodging was the truck. We had waited up on steps somewhere.. metal steps, we were outside. It was like a stadium. The truck was doing laps around this stadium thing. When it was on the other side we were suppose to run for the gate. It was night, the dark was suppose to conceal us. We made it. In our ragged clothes in a place that looked like a junkyard, what were we suppose to do now? He told me that we should take revenge. "Me on the west side, you on the east side. Tonight we dine." I think he meant the east and west sides of the port-o-potty passageways, but I don't know.
I don't know why I was being held captive or how I got there from the computer scene.
When we got back from the other tents there was a small boy that was on Dylan's computer that we had left running while we helped the man. Dylan scared him away. I went back to talking on the computer.