Dream: That demi-god, what a jerk
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garoteOkay so the dream was one long chase scene that went on for hours. The earliest part I remember is, I had just stumbled into the secret underground temple of the evil demigod, and he surprised me with his henchmen - a bunch of goofy-looking zombies with buggy cartoon eyes, dressed like Egyptian royalty - and they were tying me down onto a big stone altar, getting ready to sacrifice me. How rude!
While they were tying me down, the evil demigod - a big red man with little black horns and no hair - was sitting on a carved granite throne right in front of me. He was laughing and mocking me like all evil villains do, "Now I am going to kill you, har har!! You cannot stop me! Blah bibbety boo!!" I wasn't paying much attention. There was an open pit just behind the throne, so wide and deep that it was just darkness.
Like a cut-rate modern adventure game, my consciousness drifts out from my body on the altar, and into a zombie standing nearby. Turns out this zombie is on my side. He’s part of the resistance! I’m controlling him now. So, currently I’m tying my body to an altar with crappy rope, securing my right arm while another zombie secures me left arm. I shuffle over to some crappy wooden cabinets filled with glass bottles and cutlery - the usual sacrificial tools - and pick up a small knife.
I go "hurrrrgb" just to act zombie-like and make sure no one gets suspicious, then I shuffle back over to my body on the slab and hide the knife near my own hand. Ha haaa!
Just then, the demigod finishes his take-over-the-world speech, and leans way out over the altar and opens his mouth, like he's about to bite my head off. As I watch from the zombie’s point of view, my body cuts the ropes holding my hands and scrambles to its feet! My body still has some rope in one hand, with a metal hook attached to the end, so it throws the hook up in the air and whips it towards the altar. Crack! It hits the stone right next to the demigod’s head, stunning him. "Quick, throw me that helmet!" my body shouts.
I reach out with my zombie arm and grab an object that looks like a bunch of polished coral, and throw it at my body - but not too hard since I might accidentally rip my own zombie arm off - and my body catches it and puts it on its head. It looks ridiculous, like a devolved version of those huge neck braces they give you when you severely injure your neck.
The demigod screams "RARR!!" and breathes a huge column of fire at my body, but it has no effect. "Now throw me that sword!" I pick up a sword and throw it over too. Then, finally, my consciousness switches back and I am in my own body again. I dash out of the temple. "AFTER HIM!" shouts the demi-god, like the cartoon villain he is.
I have a vague memory of epic chase music playing?
So me and my team bust out the side door of my old Scotts Valley house, onto the porch. It's about 11:00 at night. We run around the front of the house and down the hill to the corral. The fence is busted up and the grass is thick with weeds, and other stranger poisonous-looking alien plants. In a relatively clear patch, next to the shadowy decrepit barn, stands a bored-looking brown horse.
I jump up on the horse, and my two friends jump up behind me. The horse won’t go.
"You need to transform it first!" my friend says.
"Oh yeah, duh," I think. The horse grows about a foot taller, with that "Six Million Dollar Man" sound effect - cha-cha-cha-chaaa - and takes off down the road.
I look back up the hill and see some car headlights light up. The demigod and his henchmen have stolen a car! "Dammit, I didn’t know we had cars!" I yell. The horse gallops down the road in almost total darkness. We're relying on its night vision to guide us. I'm very worried, since I figure horses don't really have great night vision, but oh well.
The car with the demigod keeps a safe distance behind us - very courteous - all the way down the narrow road and onto Scotts Valley Drive, where it roars past. Apparently the horse had been the right decision. The demigod is evil, but he still won't endanger a blameless horse by driving too close.
We arrive at the parking lot outside the Denny’s. There's a gas station mini-mart in the back. The demigod has captured all the rest of my team, and a bunch of innocent people, including some college students, and is keeping them trapped in the mini mart.
I walk inside to see how everyone is doing. In the back is a countertop, like a sandwich prep area. One of the demigod’s chief officers is there. A really evil man, greasy-looking, with a black trench-coat and beard-stubble.
He has one of the college students lay on on the table, a woman, naked except for socks and underwear. She's face-up and he's holding a knife at her throat. Everyone else in the room is terrified what will happen if they interfere. The woman is shivering; her skin is almost blue. I turn around to the front of the mini-mart and notice something I hadn’t seen before: A large open box, filled with water and ice. The water suddenly splashes upward. Another woman, also naked, surfaces and gasps for air. Water and ice clatter to the floor around her.
I realize what's going on: This guy is such a pervert that he only likes to murder people who are ice-cold. The woman in the bath is his next victim. Heis doing this assembly-line style.
I'm horrified, for what the man is doing but also for the inaction of the crowd. I turn around again and push through the crowd to the very back of the store, where my teammates are huddled. We whisper for a few seconds, then go into action. Two people sneak up behind the greasy man and grab his arm, and a third bashes his skull in with an industrial-size can taken from a storage shelf. I dump the water bath over. Other people start participating. We're going to form another resistance group. I move to the back of the mini-mart again to discuss strategy.
The front door of the mini-mart slams inward. The demi-god is here! His red face was glowing and he's in a spitting rage, and huge tongues of fire blast out of his mouth, burning the people crowded around the door. People panic. He's going to work his way from the front of the store to the back, killing everyone. We have to escape, to find some way to destroy him indirectly. We'll just die if we try to fight him here.
One of my captains opens the back door of the shop. There's a narrow alley filled with garbage bags, stacked up against a fence. "Go!" he shouts at me. "We’ll try and follow!" I run through the door, climbing the bags like steps, and jump over the fence.
As usual, just when things are at their most dramatic, I wake up.
While they were tying me down, the evil demigod - a big red man with little black horns and no hair - was sitting on a carved granite throne right in front of me. He was laughing and mocking me like all evil villains do, "Now I am going to kill you, har har!! You cannot stop me! Blah bibbety boo!!" I wasn't paying much attention. There was an open pit just behind the throne, so wide and deep that it was just darkness.
Like a cut-rate modern adventure game, my consciousness drifts out from my body on the altar, and into a zombie standing nearby. Turns out this zombie is on my side. He’s part of the resistance! I’m controlling him now. So, currently I’m tying my body to an altar with crappy rope, securing my right arm while another zombie secures me left arm. I shuffle over to some crappy wooden cabinets filled with glass bottles and cutlery - the usual sacrificial tools - and pick up a small knife.I go "hurrrrgb" just to act zombie-like and make sure no one gets suspicious, then I shuffle back over to my body on the slab and hide the knife near my own hand. Ha haaa!
Just then, the demigod finishes his take-over-the-world speech, and leans way out over the altar and opens his mouth, like he's about to bite my head off. As I watch from the zombie’s point of view, my body cuts the ropes holding my hands and scrambles to its feet! My body still has some rope in one hand, with a metal hook attached to the end, so it throws the hook up in the air and whips it towards the altar. Crack! It hits the stone right next to the demigod’s head, stunning him. "Quick, throw me that helmet!" my body shouts.
I reach out with my zombie arm and grab an object that looks like a bunch of polished coral, and throw it at my body - but not too hard since I might accidentally rip my own zombie arm off - and my body catches it and puts it on its head. It looks ridiculous, like a devolved version of those huge neck braces they give you when you severely injure your neck.
The demigod screams "RARR!!" and breathes a huge column of fire at my body, but it has no effect. "Now throw me that sword!" I pick up a sword and throw it over too. Then, finally, my consciousness switches back and I am in my own body again. I dash out of the temple. "AFTER HIM!" shouts the demi-god, like the cartoon villain he is.
I have a vague memory of epic chase music playing?So me and my team bust out the side door of my old Scotts Valley house, onto the porch. It's about 11:00 at night. We run around the front of the house and down the hill to the corral. The fence is busted up and the grass is thick with weeds, and other stranger poisonous-looking alien plants. In a relatively clear patch, next to the shadowy decrepit barn, stands a bored-looking brown horse.
I jump up on the horse, and my two friends jump up behind me. The horse won’t go.
"You need to transform it first!" my friend says.
"Oh yeah, duh," I think. The horse grows about a foot taller, with that "Six Million Dollar Man" sound effect - cha-cha-cha-chaaa - and takes off down the road.
I look back up the hill and see some car headlights light up. The demigod and his henchmen have stolen a car! "Dammit, I didn’t know we had cars!" I yell. The horse gallops down the road in almost total darkness. We're relying on its night vision to guide us. I'm very worried, since I figure horses don't really have great night vision, but oh well.
The car with the demigod keeps a safe distance behind us - very courteous - all the way down the narrow road and onto Scotts Valley Drive, where it roars past. Apparently the horse had been the right decision. The demigod is evil, but he still won't endanger a blameless horse by driving too close.
We arrive at the parking lot outside the Denny’s. There's a gas station mini-mart in the back. The demigod has captured all the rest of my team, and a bunch of innocent people, including some college students, and is keeping them trapped in the mini mart.
I walk inside to see how everyone is doing. In the back is a countertop, like a sandwich prep area. One of the demigod’s chief officers is there. A really evil man, greasy-looking, with a black trench-coat and beard-stubble.
He has one of the college students lay on on the table, a woman, naked except for socks and underwear. She's face-up and he's holding a knife at her throat. Everyone else in the room is terrified what will happen if they interfere. The woman is shivering; her skin is almost blue. I turn around to the front of the mini-mart and notice something I hadn’t seen before: A large open box, filled with water and ice. The water suddenly splashes upward. Another woman, also naked, surfaces and gasps for air. Water and ice clatter to the floor around her.
I realize what's going on: This guy is such a pervert that he only likes to murder people who are ice-cold. The woman in the bath is his next victim. Heis doing this assembly-line style.
I'm horrified, for what the man is doing but also for the inaction of the crowd. I turn around again and push through the crowd to the very back of the store, where my teammates are huddled. We whisper for a few seconds, then go into action. Two people sneak up behind the greasy man and grab his arm, and a third bashes his skull in with an industrial-size can taken from a storage shelf. I dump the water bath over. Other people start participating. We're going to form another resistance group. I move to the back of the mini-mart again to discuss strategy.The front door of the mini-mart slams inward. The demi-god is here! His red face was glowing and he's in a spitting rage, and huge tongues of fire blast out of his mouth, burning the people crowded around the door. People panic. He's going to work his way from the front of the store to the back, killing everyone. We have to escape, to find some way to destroy him indirectly. We'll just die if we try to fight him here.
One of my captains opens the back door of the shop. There's a narrow alley filled with garbage bags, stacked up against a fence. "Go!" he shouts at me. "We’ll try and follow!" I run through the door, climbing the bags like steps, and jump over the fence.
As usual, just when things are at their most dramatic, I wake up.
