Nazrax

Third-person Dreamsign Missed opportunity

Mars Insurrection
A man and a woman are sitting at a cafe table outdoors, talking. They're some sort of insurrectionists, and they're discussing how to overthrow Mars. The man says they have a gas that'll make people's minds more pliable, but for their purposes it's not strong enough. The woman says that if someone ingests a drug in multiple physical forms that the effects are compounded; she likens it to the method some wives use to get their husbands extremely drunk so they get arrested.

Now I'm seeing the outside of the police station. The man is in a fancy wheelchair. I can only see his back, but I know he's handcuffed. A female officer is pushing the wheelchair up the steps. It's the kind of ostentatious government building with about two stories of steps as wide as the building itself. I'm a little confused how the wheelchair is making it up, but I don't worry about it.

Now they're inside. A judge has just finished ruling on the man's case - but it turns out that both she and the officer are in on the plan. The judge says something to the officer who clips a little card in front of the man's face. To an outside observer, it just looks like it's obscuring his view of the proceedings. Now I see it from his view; it's a panoramic greeting card. Goofy is wearing an apron and wig and working in the kitchen, and another Disney character is there with him. Now the card has become animated, and the judge and officer are singing. Part of the song is something about hoping he enjoys the long months on the prison ship to Mars. I realize that the officer and judge are using the man as the fall guy to set their plan into motion.


Newfangled video games
I'm in someone's living room, sitting on their sofa. I have the impression I'm in an open floorplan with a large, bare area, but it's behind me, since the couch is facing into the corner. In the corner is a fairly small entertainment center with a TV and video game console. A long black cord runs from the console to the controller next to me on the couch. A game is plugged into the controller, and it's currently booting on the console. It reminds me of an old SNES game with parachutes, planes, and boats. It's been so long since I've gamed on a console that I'm a little unsure of things. I have no idea which console it is, what the game is, or how to play it. I try to make smalltalk with the homeowner by talking about the old days when the controller cords were only 6 feet long and you had to sit right in front of the TV to play.


Home improvement
I'm looking at a house. There's a section of the wall under the roofline that's been ripped out and replaced. The rest of the house looks completely normal, but this section is composed of 1x3x8s, running top-to-bottom, covered in a clear coat. Now I'm watching a salesman talking to some people about some kind of project they want to do, and why they should go with him. He's describing a variety of really bad alternatives of how they can do what they want to do, explaining that his method is the only viable one. I point out the house next door with the strange section, that it seems to do exactly what they want, and it's much simpler and cheaper than what he's suggesting, and he freezes and can't think of a good response.

Now I'm on a flat roof with my grandfather (who's skilled in woodworking) and a handyman I know, and maybe a couple of other people. We're currently standing under a shelter, since it's raining. We're all holding a tarp over our heads, getting ready to head out into the rain to do the work, hoping to stay dry. A couple of people in the group decide they don't care, drop the tarp, and head out into the rain unprotected. Now we're all wet. We're back under the shelter, and the other guys have decided to go home and change because they're wet. I'm really frustrated with them because it's their fault they got wet in the first place.


Farewell boat tour
I'm on a largish tour boat, going around a manmade river. The river is actually a giant square; it even has precise 90 degree corners. We're approaching one of the corners now. In front of us, floating right next to the wall, is another similar boat. I can't see anyone, but I know my pastor is on it. Now he's talking to us (in-dream, I think I decided it was over a PA system), giving some sort of farewell address. As part of it, he mentions that there are three people on my boat whose fathers were military men and are now dead; I feel a tear coming to my eye.


Dress shop adventure
My wife and I go into a store in a shopping strip. It's very richly decorated, with dark woods, dark colors, and fabrics. The store isn't very wide, but it goes way back. It seems to be a dress store for plus size women: all the mannequins are extremely unattractive, with huge guts, but the dresses on them are clearly very expensive, well made dresses. There aren't actually that many dress stands around; most of the store is taken up with scattered bookshelves holding antique books. As we're walking through, I feel like I shouldn't be here, both because we have no need of plus-size dresses and because this place is so nice that my normal clothes feel trashy. We meet the owner near the back of the store, and she explains that this was a very difficult store to open, and that the antique books help to get people in the right frame of mind (or something like that)

Now we're in a back room, probably the break room. There's no finery back here. Everything is very plain. A stainless steel countertop with sink runs along the back wall; a cheap circular table with chairs is in the middle of the room, with someone sitting at it. Now we're moving back through the store, but we're in an FPS. We've just come up the hallway from the break room, and we're confident no one is behind us. We're in a corner with good cover (lots of scattered dress models), so we're safe for the moment. I have some special abilities that I haven't tried yet; I scan through them and try to decide which one to try next. I pick something explosive.