I was on a mission with Sterling Archer (from the show Archer). I was probably Cyril, on account of the fact that I wasn’t a great agent and could barely keep up with him, and he’s the character in the show I most resemble visually.
Much of the dream involved us escaping capture by some sinister but ambiguous enemy, and finding ourselves on an endless self-contained floating city. The interior was elegant and made of wood and glass and brass. It had a very old-timey feel, but at the same time was laid out like a shopping mall.
We ran through corridors trying to find a way off. Avoiding detection was easy – the place was empty. We were in such a hurry we wouldn’t even bother opening doors at times, we would just walk right through them, shattering their glass. I believe Archer berated me for this at first, since I did this in my haste to keep up with him, however he was doing it himself soon enough. We stormed through empty bars, rec rooms, long and pointless hallways, up stairs. Continue reading
I had a dream that I logged into Simpsons: Tapped Out on my phone to find that in my absence, people had turned my virtual Springfield into a military compound, complete with encircling barb wire fence and concrete barricades, houses and other facilities organized into tidy rows, and all colour and excitement drained from the game.
I felt a bit miffed that all these changes had been made without consulting me.
It was the 80s. Turns out Ninja Turtles were real, and I and some others went urban exploring to discover the part of the sewer that they grew up in. Turns out it wasn’t even that sewery, it was a series of tile and concrete halls and rooms that were separated by stairways of maybe four or five steps. Sections were flooded, but rarely more than a few feet. Parts of it were dimly lit with sunlight. It was sealed off from other underground sections by thick upward-sliding electronic doors with a glass window in the centre. The turtles were nowhere to be seen; all we found were giant bloatflies that were pretty annoying.
I was on a mission. We were infiltrating a factory yard at night. The enemy had a secret underground base and we had to take some technology from them for intel while hiding the fact that it was taken. While searching the grounds for an entrance, we looked up to see a floating robot eye staring right down at us – a sort of black glass sphere with a metal back and antennae. I leapt up and grabbed it before it could phone home and report us, and ripped out it’s mechanical guts. Continue reading