Mzzkc's Mind Games

Update. This dream is from a couple nights ago. I had fun with it, so I wrote it down. Also, I have a new retroactive format for the whole picture thing. See if you can figure it out! ^.^

21.12.2009

Aerial HvZ (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Here's a fun little non-lucid.

I was having trouble modding a Nitefinder. Doing a somewhat advanced mod that I was making up as I went along, I couldn't line up the barrel/plunger tube extension to the position I wanted it in. It didn't help that the hot glue I was using to set things in place was Super Glue brand. Apparently, Super Glue brand hot glue expands as it dries. This made my life incredibly difficult as I tried to, very precisely, line up a certain piece, only to have the glue push it forward and skew the alignment.

So, there I sat, at a desk, in a classroom, in my old high school with my tools laid out before me. Suddenly, my old English teacher came in. Now, he's a pretty cool guy, as one could tell from the excited, yet casual, greetings he got from the students around me. Unfortunately, he had a hypothetical situation for us to solve. Two teens can only speak in abbreviated Xbox Live Smack Talk. It is up to us to prove that they can form 400-odd complete, logical, and grammatically correct sentences given only the following phrase list.

Not surprisingly, the listed consisted of short one-liners such as "Your mother," "Pwned nub," and "Cracker licker." The class started racking their brains trying to come up with a way to prove it was possible. I thought about it for a second, realized not all the parts of speech were present, decided that it wasn't possible, and went about my modding.

Around me, the scene changed. I found myself in a dark auditorium on a wooden bench. My peers were now discussing HvZ instead of that silly thought problem. The leader of the organization was there. Apparently, a short game was being prepared. The humans had been given clues and had to figure out the best way to go about their objective. I was still working on my mod, getting slightly more frustrated each passing minute. They turned to me, wondering why I hadn't offered any input. I explained I would internalize everything and make the proper decision when the time came.

Sure enough, that time did come. The President sent out all of the humans, but I stayed behind, finishing up my work. She called to me, joking that the zombies didn't want to wait in ambush forever. That's it! I thought as I gathered up my gear. Leaving my Berserker behind, all I took was my coat and a Nightfinder. "The answer is to Fly!"

I toggled on Fly and shot out through the doors of the auditorium, into the playing field. The course was a large multi-tiered decking of sorts, with narrow walkways, wooden ledges, and plenty of trees and bushes to hide in. I flew off to the side and immediately spotted rustling in the bushes. I waited for the zombie to jump out at me before nailing him with my NF. I reloaded faster than is humanly possible and started making my way through the course, staying just out of arm's reach from people on the ground.

Flying over a populated area with chairs and tables, I spotted a few zombies trying to blend in with the crowd. Randrew was among them. Worried about hitting any civies with my overpowered NF, I quickly darted away, deeper into this strange area.

Before long, I ended up facing down three zombies with only my NF to rely on. One was in front of me, and two were behind me on a raised deck. I managed to take out the one in front of me, but LE managed to grab my foot from behind. It seemed that flying wasn't the answer after all. . .