Heh. Eat your heart out, James Bond. Lol.
4/24/05
"Shaken, not Stirred."
This one started out in a warehouse party. Great music, lighting, the whole nine. The crowd wasn’t too large, just how I like them, and there were many breakers and poppers lightin up the dancefloor. I tried to bust out a few moves, but for some reason, couldn’t get the coordination right. No matter. Can’t remember who my date was. Brunette, exotic. Very nice. When the dream changed, the transition was so smooth, I almost didn’t recognize it. A hail of bullets comes in through the warehouse. Everyone else seemed to have disappeared, except for myself, my date, and a few others. Taking cover, I glance out the window and see a militant vehicle circling around outside. I can’t remember if I conjured the submachine gun that I suddenly had, myself, or I picked it up. But I had one. My date had gotten out from behind her cover to get to mine. Just as she did this the vehicle came around again. I dove out from behind the wall I was covering behind and had to shoulder the girl out of the way as another stream of bullets broke out over our heads. From down on the deck I returned fire, but this vehicle was an armored watercraft. It seems the warehouse we were in had been on a small patch of land in some sort of harbor, a few tall building stretching skyward around us. I told the girl to stay inside, gave her the gun, and dove into the water as the boat went around behind the building again. There was a small pontoon (sp) boat in the water that the enemy kept passing, and I made my way over toward it, knowing in the back of my mind that there was something Large living under the water, as there usually is in my dreams that contain lakes and swamps and things. Not knowing whether this thing would be carnivorous or not, I reached the pontoon boat and crawled up onto it, pulling myself over the side and into the boat just as I heard the enemy boat come back around, ducking out of sight. The second they passed me, I dove into the water with my arm out, grabbing the back of the boat, its wake spraying water in my face . Dragging me in the water, the boat made another pass around the warehouse. Seeing no one outside, we continued on down one of the narrow canals that lead inland from the harbor, and I climbed up the back of the enemy boat.
What came next is very obscured, but consisted of your normal Bondish climb-aboard-with-the-element-of-surprise-and-disarm-and/or-kill-everyone-around-you scenario.
Wish I could remember all the details of it, but its all blurred until I ended up atop one of the taller buildings around the harbor. Night was falling, and I suppose I’d been fighting this militant group for the whole time. Freshly acquired (or stolen) weapon in hand, I glanced off of the high roof, toward the harbor and warehouse where everything had started. Still not quite lucid (though you’d figure all of this would have told me Something) I took a few steps, and threw myself off of this rooftop, the world a blur of velocity while I freefell toward the concrete that lined the harbor. I landed with a forgettable softness on both feet just as my date had come running out of the warehouse in front of me. All quiet, moonlight fallen on the still waters, we dove into the water and swam away from the dangerous place, joyously ignorant of the massive Thing that was living somewhere in the waterways we used to escape.
….Amazingly…no true lucidity. But hell, entertaining dream, nonetheless.