Or as close as I get to them, anyways. I know I’m missing some of the details, but given the volume of information its not that surprising. These were some rather interesting dreams.
It started off with another RE-style event. I and a few others were chilling in an room with lots of boxes, one of which held a monster. A guy who looked an awful lot like Duke Nukem kept peeking into it, checking on it. Somehow, unbeknownst to us, it got out, until it was about 5 feet from Duke with his back turned. It looked vaguely like a fleex from CK6, but darker and with giant mouth parts at the ends of its arms. When Duke did turn, it was too late. The monster attacked and killed him. The rest of us pulled out guns, and shot at it.
We knocked out one of its eyes, but it screamed at us and grabbed another in the party, some chick. Looked like the one in RE (and the girl from Avatar who flies the ship). It started assimilating her, or something. You could see it merging with her face, and what looked like 2D images of demons (think Doom 3) crossing over into her. So, we shot her, and kept shooting. It didn’t have much effect, though. It kept screaming its vaguely humanoid scream, and I bolted. I hid in a room nextdoor, which had a rolly chair in it, and some windows into the hall. When the monster ran by (it was fast), I got out, rolling on my chair. My plan was to get on top of one of the boxes in the main room, which for some reason I deemed safe. The monster turned, saw me, then ignored me and turned down the hallway screaming.
At this point, I awoke, and texted myself “dream horrible monster” so I wouldn’t forget. Then, back to bed.
The second dream made the least sense of them all. I was crossing a giant bridge across a lake or something, with lots of Indian folks in front and behind me (though GS and I think KS were there). The bridge was like, a series of dunes almost, made entirely of croutons. I kept thinking “so *THIS* is where croutons come from!” during the adventure. Off the sides of the bridge, there were native Americans looking threatening, trying to take control of the bridge, I think. But, they didn’t, and we made it across.
We then stood near the base of the bridge, at the lake. There was a large tadpole swimming, and I made a comment about it. Internally, I also thought it strange for there to be saltwater tadpoles, so perhaps this bridge crossed ocean? Anyways, I poked at the tadpole for a little while, trying to catch it, but to no avail. The dream ended soon after.
The last dream was at some sort of camp, or at least a facility of some sort. There were two groups, one at the top of a tower in the center of the area (a jungle-type setting, with a good bit of fog), and those of us throughout the area. I was in the latter, with a large sniper rifle (which I believed to shoot paintballs). I spent a good bit of time sniping, waiting for cover in the fog, and moving. Eventually, though, I didn’t take out everyone, and someone came on land to see me. My gun jammed, and I couldn’t get away from him. Resignedly, I braced myself against the chain for punishment, which was either a whipping or a shooting at close range. He warned me that it might dislocate my jaw, but it did not. Then, I was complimented on my performance. We left the facility and were discussing things somewhere, and I realized that I had some rather nasty cuts (actually, I noticed them during the exercise, but there wasn’t much I could do). The people noted that I had already begun to heal, and would be fine.
After the exercise, I was with GS again, and some other folks, moving from a parking lot to the facility. The parking brake was on, but it only worked for the front tires, and I could lift my car and have it slide around. This was upsetting to me. At the same time, CiCi, the girl at the facility, was driving through the forest in an armored vehicle (van-style interior). Giant centipedes had gotten in and attacked her, and she was wounded. She managed to push them out and close the door, but it was too late. She ended up driving off the cliff the facility was stationed on.
The whole time this stuff was happening, there was a facebook virus going around, which made you send varying smilies to everyone. I got a notification that I had defended against it (Noscrip + ABP ftw!), and about 50 notifications from everyone posting at me. It also got phones, so my phone had about 250 pending texts (including one from dad of :j or :] as I recall). I think it was more important in the dream, but at this point the details are hazy.
