Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Dream: Nymph Maze of Death

Dream: Nymph Maze of Death


I was exploring around the huge old mansion. I had wandered away from the main part of the party. Just looking all of the interesting rooms and artwork. Down the hallway in front of me their suddenly appeared a beautiful young woman in skimpy garb. She had long blond hair and very light skin. She saw me, gave a little laugh and a come hither look and dashed into a door next to her.
Naturally, I followed.
Immediately inside the door was a strange gray-blue featureless corridor that ran left for about 30 feet and then jogged right. The girl was not in sight but I could hear her laugh and the echo of her naked feet on the stone floor. I ran down the corridor, it jogged a very hard right, turning and running right back the way it had come. Once again a featureless blue-gray corridor. Straight smooth walls. And at the far end. A blouse. OK, now we are talking.
I ran to the end and turned left, and there was another corridor, this one going the same direction as the first. Strange. A bra at the other end. Not too strange. I run down this one. But it turns Left. Now wait a minute, in order for it to turn left it has to be leading me back into the hallway I just left. And it doesn't. I see more corridor stretching on.
Ah.
Now I get it.
I faerie Nymph.
An impossible Maze.
Right

“Is that it?” I yell. “A measly shirt and a bra and for that you expect me to spend my day lost in a stupid maze? You have GOT to be kidding”.

I turn to retrace my steps back to the doorway. But when I get to the corner where the shirt had lain, all sexy and crumpled, I find a strange and morphed cavern. The walls are still the same blue-grey color, but they are now rumpled and stone like, and the way I think I should turn is blocked. Well, this is no good. And I am just not in the mood.
I raise my hands and activate my repeller field. The walls of the cavern shake and moan and then they all just flip right up. They are 8x4 foot panels of a thin flexible material. Attached to the ceiling like so many giant vertical blinds. They were evidently held together and molded into stone like appearance by cleverly activated electro-magnets. But now they were just so many shingles blowing in the wind of my repeller field. I looked around and I through the flapping panels I could see the full depth of the would be maze. It went another 50 feet back into the building, into darkness.
Suddenly there was a scream, and my faerie nymph and another dark haired girl come running out of the darkness, through the flapping panels, heading to the exit. Terror is in their features and their flight.
And behind them, the darkness pursues.
I stumble to a run and make it out of the panels just behind the girls and just ahead of the thing chasing us. I trip and fall and the thing is on me. It is a giant grey blob of goo, with no real features but the large toothless mouth in the center of its huge worm shaped body. It expands this unholy orifice toward me. And I shoot it with my repeller field. Both hands extended and hands wide, I shoot my field down it's throat. It stops. It is pushed back slightly. It screams and comes at me again. This isn't working, I lower one hand and activate the flame function. Lightening and flame shoots out of my left hand down the mouth of the monster. It glows down its entire length and explodes.

I shudder and look around.

Now where did those girls get to?


Monday, April 22, 2013

DREAM: Projector Protector


DREAM: Projector Protector


I was in a middle school. Perhaps High school. My classmates and I were having a grand time in the pool. The teachers were not around. It was a high tech indoor pool with lots of fountains and little pools shaped sort of like a amphitheater with the swimming areas facing a stage. Presumably where the the teachers would be if they had been there. There were lots of boys and lots of girls and things being what they were we all decided to go skinny dipping. We were frolicking and playing when our quad copters warned us that the teachers were coming.

Now, our quad-copters were our baby sitters and police guards. They were there to make sure that we didn't do anything wrong or evil. They had powerful projectors built in to their hovering forms and they were forever projecting lessons or rules on the walls and pavements or other students to keep us in line. Well, until I hacked into their systems and made them our obedient slaves. Now they warned us of approaching peril. But too late !! We would never have time to get our bathing suits on in time..... unless. I ordered the circling quad-copters to use their 3D projecting powers to make it look like I was wearing a swim suit. Instantly my torso was clad down to my lower thigh in what was apparently black swim shorts. The door was opening !! I order the copters to cloth the rest of my classmates (1 piece modesty for the young ladies). Of course, all of the frivolity had stopped and everyone was pretending to be practicing when the teachers came fully in to the room. They looked a little surprised, but then they looked proud and they told us how wonderful we were and that we should take the afternoon off for being so trustworthy.

Well. We all went back to our dorms now clad in our real clothing. But I got to thinking, what could this projecting power really do. I mean what could it REALLY do? Could it.... make us invisible? My friends and I snuck out of the dorm and I ordered the every present quad-copters to project onto us the perfect views of the surrounding landscape. Rendering us invisible. It worked better than I could imagine. Suddenly I could not see my friends. Why, I couldn't even see my own legs !! So we started out across the campus. And quickly came afoul of each other because.... well... because we were invisible. This is never going to work.
My best friend suggested we should get underneath a sheet and let the copters project on that. Then we could see each other (and our feet). We did this and it worked great. I cold see my friend, I could see my feet, and the light through the sheet was enough to navigate by.
We ran into some teachers at one time, but we just knelt in the grass being invisible until they passed by. Good old quad-copters!