Something with a rocket
May. 19th, 2007 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteTwo cans of Coke is beyond my daily norm (heck, because CSUN is a Pepsi campus, *ONE* can is beyond my norm, but Joyce gave me a bunch before I left San Diego), and I think the sugar gave me some freaky dreams last night after I happily went to sleep post-Trema and Paragon.
I remember being in some sort of boat (open air, sort of small, like a canoe) when all of a sudden this giant rocket-thing (looked a bit like a space shuttle) came hurtling down. Everyone in my boat knew it was going to explode, so they were trying to get away as soon as possible, but there were other boats in the water-- one of which looked a bit like a cable car boat, except with lots of kids in it. I wanted them to at least warn the kids in the boat so they could get away, but everyone was so frantic, they didn't. The motion of the boat dumped me out anyway, so I swam to the boat to warn them, but everyone in the boat was Chinese (I think), and didn't speak English. And the moment I grasped onto the side, the rocket exploded.
I woke up briefly in that same boat-- everyone had survived somehow, but still no one recognized me or could help me. When I woke up again, I was on a BUS, this time with people who could speak and understand English (mixed races, this time), but I had this weird feeling that something bad had happened-- like, it wasn't just that I lost my memory (because I knew that had happened-- funny, how you can KNOW you've lost your memory, right?), but that I'd somehow gone "back" to the wrong time and/or place.
I remember sorting through my stuff and thinking so many of my things must be missing/got blown up or whatever, but bit by bit, I started to find things that seemed to say I wasn't in the past, trying to muck my way up to the future, but I was in the future, but I didn't know how far! I remember calling my mom and being surprised by how ambivalent she was-- it was like she didn't care too much that I'd been "missing" or had amnesia or anything. Or maybe that was just because of what I DIDN'T remember that I thought that way.
And there was a guy who came to help me (or something), and he seemed to care for me a lot (but I didn't recognize him), but I didn't know who he was or where we'd met or anything. But I still really appreciated SOMEONE showing some care and interest, and he helped me start to sort things out. And I remember opening up my MacBook Pro (thinking, "it shouldn't be here" for some reason) and looking at the Dock and noticing two weird, oddly-spaced icons, very shiny, that I'd never seen before.
And then I woke up, because the smoke/carbon monoxide detector downstairs was demanding new batteries.
Not sure where the rocket bit came from, but the time traveling may have come from my own head-- a fic idea I've been plotting for FFX-2 for some time. And obviously, having just played FFX-2, it's no surprise that I was thinking of it before/when I was sleeping. Still, the rest of it is very odd, and I wonder if it means anything?
I remember being in some sort of boat (open air, sort of small, like a canoe) when all of a sudden this giant rocket-thing (looked a bit like a space shuttle) came hurtling down. Everyone in my boat knew it was going to explode, so they were trying to get away as soon as possible, but there were other boats in the water-- one of which looked a bit like a cable car boat, except with lots of kids in it. I wanted them to at least warn the kids in the boat so they could get away, but everyone was so frantic, they didn't. The motion of the boat dumped me out anyway, so I swam to the boat to warn them, but everyone in the boat was Chinese (I think), and didn't speak English. And the moment I grasped onto the side, the rocket exploded.
I woke up briefly in that same boat-- everyone had survived somehow, but still no one recognized me or could help me. When I woke up again, I was on a BUS, this time with people who could speak and understand English (mixed races, this time), but I had this weird feeling that something bad had happened-- like, it wasn't just that I lost my memory (because I knew that had happened-- funny, how you can KNOW you've lost your memory, right?), but that I'd somehow gone "back" to the wrong time and/or place.
I remember sorting through my stuff and thinking so many of my things must be missing/got blown up or whatever, but bit by bit, I started to find things that seemed to say I wasn't in the past, trying to muck my way up to the future, but I was in the future, but I didn't know how far! I remember calling my mom and being surprised by how ambivalent she was-- it was like she didn't care too much that I'd been "missing" or had amnesia or anything. Or maybe that was just because of what I DIDN'T remember that I thought that way.
And there was a guy who came to help me (or something), and he seemed to care for me a lot (but I didn't recognize him), but I didn't know who he was or where we'd met or anything. But I still really appreciated SOMEONE showing some care and interest, and he helped me start to sort things out. And I remember opening up my MacBook Pro (thinking, "it shouldn't be here" for some reason) and looking at the Dock and noticing two weird, oddly-spaced icons, very shiny, that I'd never seen before.
And then I woke up, because the smoke/carbon monoxide detector downstairs was demanding new batteries.
Not sure where the rocket bit came from, but the time traveling may have come from my own head-- a fic idea I've been plotting for FFX-2 for some time. And obviously, having just played FFX-2, it's no surprise that I was thinking of it before/when I was sleeping. Still, the rest of it is very odd, and I wonder if it means anything?
