Strange Dreams
So there I was, playing some Sly Cooper game. I was replaying a level that consisted of making it down a huge mountainside to a cartoony style military compound. With this crazy idea in my head, I decided to see if I could paraglide across the whole level. It worked. Pretty cool. But there was no level exit, which got me wondering if I'd screwed up the game somehow, or if I was really supposed to be going UP the mountain to a different base.
Then I was sneaking through the (more realistic) base, Solid Snake-style. I was something between MacGuyver and a secret agent, there to affect the rescue of the Queen of England who had some secret information on her when she and a number of party-goers had been captured by some terrorist cult that was making use of the base. ... About the time I was being discovered, some OTHER group showed up, specifically after the cultists, causing enough chaos and destruction for me to accomplish my mission. I got the captives out, retrieved the jewelry with the secret information, and met up with my teacher/senior agent...
... who was MacGuyver. Well, actually more of a Jack O'Neil from Stargate SG-1, but he was certainly represented by Richard Dean Anderson. As he was congratulating me, he mentioned our next destination some 300 miles away. While he seemed about to walk, I would have none of that, and suggested we 'borrow' a cultist helicopter. There was a period of utter chaos as I played pilot, barely getting the thing into the air, then plunging down a canyon, but I finally got control and flew off to some city where we landed at the airport (very off-center on the helipad). We caught up with a somewhat-disheveled businessman getting off his private jet and decided he'd be a fun person to get a ride from to go get some dinner.
And somewhere in all that mess, I was down in Albuquerque for something that required me to be in SCA garb. I walked by a Renaissance fair where several people I know from the SCA were - but that wasn't why I was there.
Then, of course, I woke up. Oy.
Then I was sneaking through the (more realistic) base, Solid Snake-style. I was something between MacGuyver and a secret agent, there to affect the rescue of the Queen of England who had some secret information on her when she and a number of party-goers had been captured by some terrorist cult that was making use of the base. ... About the time I was being discovered, some OTHER group showed up, specifically after the cultists, causing enough chaos and destruction for me to accomplish my mission. I got the captives out, retrieved the jewelry with the secret information, and met up with my teacher/senior agent...
... who was MacGuyver. Well, actually more of a Jack O'Neil from Stargate SG-1, but he was certainly represented by Richard Dean Anderson. As he was congratulating me, he mentioned our next destination some 300 miles away. While he seemed about to walk, I would have none of that, and suggested we 'borrow' a cultist helicopter. There was a period of utter chaos as I played pilot, barely getting the thing into the air, then plunging down a canyon, but I finally got control and flew off to some city where we landed at the airport (very off-center on the helipad). We caught up with a somewhat-disheveled businessman getting off his private jet and decided he'd be a fun person to get a ride from to go get some dinner.
And somewhere in all that mess, I was down in Albuquerque for something that required me to be in SCA garb. I walked by a Renaissance fair where several people I know from the SCA were - but that wasn't why I was there.
Then, of course, I woke up. Oy.
You should have stoppedd by and said hello... would have been nice to see ya ;) (refering to the end of the dream)
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