I'm crewing a submarine with a bunch of other students, either as part of a class or training, complete with tough guy instructor yelling orders. Weird thing is, the sub is made up of twin hulls joined by that central dorsal spire ... and I never got the feeling anybody was inside of it, though there could have been more students doing internal work. The majority of us are scampering about the exterior doing stuff, being barked at and holding on. Oh, and nobody is wearing any sort of scuba gear - the teach is in gym shorts and an army drab t-shirt - because the water were floating through represented by a dense, deep sea-colored fog.
Before too long I'm commanded to help pull this protective cover over my hull of the sub (it's black pinstripe?). We get it over and secured, but meanwhile a huge shadow passes under the sub and resolves into a massive shark-shape when it gets farther away. Teach laughs at my concern and agrees it is a big 'un.
We start having engine problems and a propellor stalls. I immediately think it's jammed up with fish grinding through it, but don't speak my mind until we start floating down to park at a gas station apparently at the bottom of the fog. I hop off the sub and start to think about how we cleared this problem in another dream of mine, but then we spot another huge shark shadow, approaching the starboard side. There's much concern over this one, and once the shadow glistens a bit somebody calls out that we've got a shapeshifter on our hands. Like the chesire cat, the things enormously toothy grin appears first, then the rest of the shark resolves in ...
Teach commands a team of us to subdue the beast so repairs can be carried out on the sub. Since I'm off the sub I join the team, which includes a couple dudes and this one chick (who looked not unlike April O' Neil in the new TMNT animated flick, now that I think about it). We're armed with a couple pokey things, a couple rolls of duct tape and some other kind of fastener. The shark-thing - which has resolved into a mottled yellow / green / brown critter, more like a lizard really with buggy eyes and really a huge mouth - settles to the ground about ten feet away and watches us, occasionally breaking into a huge grin. The chick's plan is apparently to lunge forward when it has its lips closed and duct tape the critter's mouth closed, then we'll all slap more duct tape on there and somehow that'll keep it busy until the sub can leave. I clutch my pokey stick as the chick moves in, tape at the ready ...
And the scene radically shifts. Me, the chick, the two dudes and the monster are all inside - asphalt replaced with red carpet, a large glass window front to the left, wall to the right, decorative plants around. The chick is still inching in, the monster staring at her with his yellow eyes ... When in another whirl the monster becomes a collection of furniture (yellow / green / brown striped) and a vending machine. The chick and the team dispurses, as the movie or play or whatever gets out and a flood of people I know - mostly from my last job, actually - come out and carry us along towards the stairs leading to the door out. I apparently have a box of donuts I made (with the chick's help?), which are pretty popular but run out, leaving one loud coworker to complain.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
+ 08.25.08 +
I wake up in a grocery store, in a back room over in the produce section. As soon as I enter the store proper I see a wide array of zombie shoppers, though some of them are still cannibalisticly hostile and not just shuffling through their daily routine. Not overly frigthened (I have done this before, mind), I make my way along the back of the store, having to stop and doubleback at some point to return to the produce section. I note that there's a sale on melons (cantaloupes and honeydews), and indeed many of the zombie shoppers have carts full of the things.
At this point I discover the hardware section of the store, and a nice security room nestled down a short hallway. There are a man and a woman working on reloading an immense pile of guns - lots of beltfeeds, lots of otherwise missing magazines, at least two miniguns - and whilst they run off to happily splat some deadites I try to find a mag that will fit a quasi-uzi I've picked up nearby. Unfortunately it looks like it takes tiny bullets, as in less then .22s, and the mag is nowhere to be found in that big pile. I toss the gun and ...
Zombie attak! Or just one, an older man who talks and talks the whole time he advances on me. I remember nothing of what he says, but I took it he was some sports coach or something and either knew me from before or thought he did. Unforunately for me all I've got at hand is a little wooden paddle (like a tiny cricket bat) and can only bop the zombie in the face repeatedly. And then the zed himself points to the shiny new fire axe atop one of the shelves, which I grab and lay into the zombie with some gusto. He refuses to drop though, pushing me back into the security room. I decapitate him several times but his head keeps staying on his body, a jagged line across the throat but no stopping the talking or the shambling. More zombies join and start to press into the hallway to the room, but then the gung ho man and woman arrive back, whoop it up and obliterate the undead with machetes or something.
With that I head back across the top of the store, and notice that the number of zombies is way down. What's left are mostly zombic shoppers, mindlessly repeating their weekly shopping routines, animated body parts (legs, arms, hands squirming about) and several legless or mangled zombies dragging themselves around and easily avoided. I head down an aisle and find the Sweet & Low, and suddenly the store manager is upon me. Instead of catching me for stealing he agrees with me that it's a rip off, just 16 packets in a box? For that much? I can only agree and take two boxes instead of the one.
Now at the front of the store, I see a variety of zombie clerks trying to check out zombie shoppers and their huge carts full of melons, or comically attempting to bag the melons through the plastic bags and straight onto the floor (cue the zombie clean up boy). I step outside and see a madhouse of various zombies and even some big mutated flesh creatures, some moving quickly but most shuffling about with carts or run over or whatever. I go back inside and walk to a large white garage door - which I had identified as a possible bunker for survivors long ago - and decide to knock, which gets me inside (there's a regular door inset in the larger raisable door). The inhabitants are a handful of elderly men and women, but they're nice and take the sweetener off my hands, placing it with their prodigious stores. The old men are indeed eating cantaloupe, and watching the mayhem through the bunker's door, which is apparently transparent from this side.
A young woman sits down next to me and begins telling me about wanting to cheat on her husband, to which I make no reply. However the woman's husband is lurking right there in the shadows with us, hears her talking and I think assumes she's already done it, with me no doubt. Distraught he raises the bunker door and runs out into the zombies, which there are now many more of. The store is basically gone now too, or at least the front half of the building is, leaving plenty of sunlit rubble. The husband, who looks exactly like Jeff Goldblum from Jurassic Park, black clothes & sunglasses and all, rages and punches zombies in the head, receiving a lot of scratches back and no doubt some bites. His wife runs to his aid with a shotgun, blowing away deadheads left and right whilst clearly in anguish. I race out and start axing the dead too, but decide to leg it as the carnage is mounting.
Once clear of the melee I sit down with some random chick on a grassy little embankment, near the road leading to the store. A few zombies wander out of the rubble, but are blown away as this wheeled, armored steampunk contraption drives onto the field, sporting what amounts to an enormous shotgun cannon. Piloted and gunned by none other than Timothy Spall (with a mustachio) with a second man in the area behind to keep rear zombie attaks off. I note to the girl that he looks just like he did in his last movie, Legends of Somethingorother, and I suggest he is in fact the same character even, come to fight zombies. Then an oversized prince charming type character (9-10' giant, with a beard), who I call Tom Thumb and also identify him from the same movie above, drives onto the scene in a brass and glass vehicle shaped like a wedge. He says something to me and then drives off toward the ruckus. Finally the Cowardly Lion pads on from the side, bites a zombies head off and wanders towards us. I may have actually facepalmed at the lion, but the alarm rang and enough was enough.
At this point I discover the hardware section of the store, and a nice security room nestled down a short hallway. There are a man and a woman working on reloading an immense pile of guns - lots of beltfeeds, lots of otherwise missing magazines, at least two miniguns - and whilst they run off to happily splat some deadites I try to find a mag that will fit a quasi-uzi I've picked up nearby. Unfortunately it looks like it takes tiny bullets, as in less then .22s, and the mag is nowhere to be found in that big pile. I toss the gun and ...
Zombie attak! Or just one, an older man who talks and talks the whole time he advances on me. I remember nothing of what he says, but I took it he was some sports coach or something and either knew me from before or thought he did. Unforunately for me all I've got at hand is a little wooden paddle (like a tiny cricket bat) and can only bop the zombie in the face repeatedly. And then the zed himself points to the shiny new fire axe atop one of the shelves, which I grab and lay into the zombie with some gusto. He refuses to drop though, pushing me back into the security room. I decapitate him several times but his head keeps staying on his body, a jagged line across the throat but no stopping the talking or the shambling. More zombies join and start to press into the hallway to the room, but then the gung ho man and woman arrive back, whoop it up and obliterate the undead with machetes or something.
With that I head back across the top of the store, and notice that the number of zombies is way down. What's left are mostly zombic shoppers, mindlessly repeating their weekly shopping routines, animated body parts (legs, arms, hands squirming about) and several legless or mangled zombies dragging themselves around and easily avoided. I head down an aisle and find the Sweet & Low, and suddenly the store manager is upon me. Instead of catching me for stealing he agrees with me that it's a rip off, just 16 packets in a box? For that much? I can only agree and take two boxes instead of the one.
Now at the front of the store, I see a variety of zombie clerks trying to check out zombie shoppers and their huge carts full of melons, or comically attempting to bag the melons through the plastic bags and straight onto the floor (cue the zombie clean up boy). I step outside and see a madhouse of various zombies and even some big mutated flesh creatures, some moving quickly but most shuffling about with carts or run over or whatever. I go back inside and walk to a large white garage door - which I had identified as a possible bunker for survivors long ago - and decide to knock, which gets me inside (there's a regular door inset in the larger raisable door). The inhabitants are a handful of elderly men and women, but they're nice and take the sweetener off my hands, placing it with their prodigious stores. The old men are indeed eating cantaloupe, and watching the mayhem through the bunker's door, which is apparently transparent from this side.
A young woman sits down next to me and begins telling me about wanting to cheat on her husband, to which I make no reply. However the woman's husband is lurking right there in the shadows with us, hears her talking and I think assumes she's already done it, with me no doubt. Distraught he raises the bunker door and runs out into the zombies, which there are now many more of. The store is basically gone now too, or at least the front half of the building is, leaving plenty of sunlit rubble. The husband, who looks exactly like Jeff Goldblum from Jurassic Park, black clothes & sunglasses and all, rages and punches zombies in the head, receiving a lot of scratches back and no doubt some bites. His wife runs to his aid with a shotgun, blowing away deadheads left and right whilst clearly in anguish. I race out and start axing the dead too, but decide to leg it as the carnage is mounting.
Once clear of the melee I sit down with some random chick on a grassy little embankment, near the road leading to the store. A few zombies wander out of the rubble, but are blown away as this wheeled, armored steampunk contraption drives onto the field, sporting what amounts to an enormous shotgun cannon. Piloted and gunned by none other than Timothy Spall (with a mustachio) with a second man in the area behind to keep rear zombie attaks off. I note to the girl that he looks just like he did in his last movie, Legends of Somethingorother, and I suggest he is in fact the same character even, come to fight zombies. Then an oversized prince charming type character (9-10' giant, with a beard), who I call Tom Thumb and also identify him from the same movie above, drives onto the scene in a brass and glass vehicle shaped like a wedge. He says something to me and then drives off toward the ruckus. Finally the Cowardly Lion pads on from the side, bites a zombies head off and wanders towards us. I may have actually facepalmed at the lion, but the alarm rang and enough was enough.
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