A long dream involving earthquakes and assassination
We were driving, or something, down mission st. The ground started rumbling and we realized it was an earthquake. The dirt and rocks on the street started buzzing, like they were dancing on a booming subwoofer. We tried to drive but couldn’t move. We were somewhere facing Valencia. I was afraid the houses would collapse in on us. We ended up on the roof somehow, and were wondering what was going on. Planes popped out of the clouds and started shooting down. We realized it wasn’t an earthquake, it was an attack. There were gigantic robot machines that I guess were on our side (this part was a top down, videogame iso view). I clicked on the robots and made them attack the planes but had trouble focus firing. Eventually I got them all. Then it switched and I was in a friendly plane, and trying to shoot down the enemies. We were all propeller planes, one in the center, and I was using the propeller to cut through the other planes. It was kind of just like using a table saw or miter blade, except in the air. I cut through about 3, when one of them started to fall. My plane started to fall too, and I remember watching the back propellor as we got closer and closer to the ground. Right before impact the back propellor started up and we pillowed safely onto the ground. One of the enemy planes had fallen right next to us and the pilot was pinned, half awake. My copilot was a girl with goggles, hanging from some parachute thing. She shot the guy in his forehead and he yelled no not the face! I realized he meant for the funeral. He sighed, and the bullethole in his head oozed green. I was somewhere near Zach’s place now, so I saw him and we talked about how crazy everything was. Night was falling and we had to make camp but didn’t want the light to draw attention. I remember we were in some room with a gigantic cube that we hid behind. Something woke us up, we went outside, geraldine was with us, and it was these planes, enemies, coming towards us. Luckily it was now a jungle and they got caught in the hanging vines off the trees. Not sure what happened next but we met up with this other camp, led by a Kurtz-like guy, and we were going to celebrate but at the last minute he was assassinated. I’m not sure if this was just someone telling us this story. Now I can’t remember the later parts as much. It started turning cyclical, revisiting the assassination. There was a part with swords and samurai. Like the assassin was disguised or sonething. There was a part with dead bodies from a fight littered about. There was a part where some door closed from the top down, like a guillotine, but all wood and ragged. There was another part, in the present time period, where we were all campaign people in some hotel. The race was almost over, but then something happened in the room with the politician (still Kurtz). It was some complete misunderstanding but someone shot him. We all couldn’t believe it. I remember walking by a dark room and seeing the glow of a girl videochatting with her mom and crying. She was so sad, she was going home in a couple days but didn’t know what to do. She wanted to just stay, but now there was nothing to stay for. s Sent from a phone
