…in a dream I had last night. I was back in high school (& it looked nothing like the actual school I went too) walking by a window when someone started shooting through the windows. I ducked down and someone made an announcment over the PA that we were now at war. Then a bunch of soldiers appeared and pulled us out of the room. Some time later (but still in the same building I walked into one of the classrooms-turned-causalty-wards. There were a bunch of injured soldiers/classmates. All male, some missing limbs. Some were also naked, and I couldn’t help noticing one had a large cock, but no legs. Didn’t recognize any of them. Our school doctor, Beverly Crusher/Gates McFadden, was arguing with two Simons and they were scolding her for giving her patiends “false hope” and trying to treat them instead of simply euthanizing them. She was exasperated that neither Simon seemed able to grasp the concept that humans could heal and that we had invented things like false limbs. It was only then I noticed the Centurions patrolling the corridors.
My dream from last week combined a project at work and Call of Duty: World at War. It was a stressful dream, but I’ve never put a flamethrower to better use.