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My Dream Last Night
From: nikolai kingsley Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Re: my dream last night Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1998 22:10:07 +1000 Organization: Maracites i reply here only because i happen to remember what i dreamed of last night and because for a change i believe it was worth mentioning. OW! fucking ear-ache. damn it.
> john travolta and i were enjoying a leisurely walk
was this a building? the inside of some gigantic hall? after some thought i can only assume that i am currently on the top floor of a building inside a huge shaft sunk into an asteroid. i gather from the fragmented conversations around me that there are other such shafts, other buildings. the people in this building are about to swap living quarters with the people from the next building. up here, there is almost no gravity (or acceleration due to rotation, whatever). the room is wide and low-ceilinged, dusty, messy, an attic of a place. we gather our courage and begin the journey downward. the people we are exchanging with are known to be ruthless, vicious powermongers. each building has its own rules, its own society and for reasons no-one can explain, we regularly change places. everyone packs up their things and travels all the way down to the lowest level, across the ground to the other building and then back up. we make our way down ruined elevator shafts, disused stairwells, across empty spaces trailing with stray ropes. it is too soon to expect attack from the others. as we journey, more gather until there are almost a hundred of us. soon we will encounter the others, encounter their traps and weapons. it is understood that they would rather kill us than coexist peacefully. and it happens. a few of their number, dressed in the traditional Cyberpunk Suits and Shades with Big Guns appear below, firing upward, tiny missiles ripping through the dusty air, more to scare us into a panic than to cause any real damage. as we reach the lower levels we encounter more of them and at these points actual exchanges take lives. mostly ours. we hide from them behind curtains and false walls, inside ceiling ducts, wherever we can. at one point we have to traverse a space as wide as a football field and several storeys deep; they release some kind of biological weapon thhat resembles a flying tumbleweed. they are busy eating the bacteria which creates the oxygen in our building. "Tiger lily!" the cry goes up; some of us have planks or tennis racquets which we can use to bat the things away. they tumble, spin, come apart as they are batted from one person to another. presently the few survivors reach the very lowest level. by this time our attackers have pased by into the building we once occupied. they don't appear to have left any traps, but the doors to their building are all locked...
nikolai
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