I'm gonna jump in here
In my dreams, I tend to be, somehow, the hero of everyone else. But then, they tend to be very depressing. In fact, every once in a while they turn out to be horror movies drawing from so many elements that I've seen recently, not even funny.
Anyway, dream I had Tuesday night, which I have a good memory of:
At the beginning, its kinda like a montage of "previously on...", or, like, the prologue to a movie. It's like I'm watching in the third person, outside of the context like its a movie, and it feels like I'm watching on television. I see the
Battlestar Galactica, jumping into the solar system with the rest of the Fleet from the reimagined show, just as they do in the last cliffhanger episode, as they arrive to Earth. They're talking all about how they're at Earth, and it's a good thing, and that life will be much better from hereonin, and Earth is looking good (and its almost the opposite of what really happened on the show).
Then, I see
Galactica fighters flying over a full Washington D.C., and its suddenly the inauguration. There were people I didn't recognize in the dream, but who felt familiar, in Galactica uniforms next to Obama as he's taking the oath of office. And then, as everyone's applauding, something dangerous jumps across the screen and tackles Obama, and suddenly, it's the middle of the night, a lot of screaming, gunshots and growling as it fades to black.
Then it feels like its several weeks later - you know, not, like, it said TWO WEEKS LATER or anything, it just feels like time has passed. And I see an empty street, with ruins all across it, and blood splattered everywhere, with dead bodies along it. Then, come the four heroes, I recognize instantly, from
Left 4 Dead - Bill, Zoey, Francis and Louis. They're running through the alleyway, as quickly as they can, running from something to something, when a smoker (that's a zombie in the game) grabs Zoey, and starts pulling her up a building, as a boomer explodes, getting bile all over the other three, and zombies start pouring in from all sides. They shoot Zoey down, and start running into the open street, running from all kinds of zombie as the run through the street, throwing grenades (weird, since normal grenades aren't in the game) and just firing various weapons randomly. As they come to an empty spot, there is suddenly a flying thing in the air - it's a Galactica shuttle, lowering down toward the survivors, but suddenly getting smashed into by a zombie, falling off course, and the two pilots eject to the ground as zombies begin to swarm them.
They're still fighting through the zombies, the faceless Galactica pilots and survivors from Left 4 Dead, and, just as the zombies are thinning, two tanks (HUGE zombies that can take down houses) start charging them. Then, suddenly, I'm not watching in third person, and I'm on a building above them, looking down. With no control over my actions, I look down and grab something I can't see from somewhere. I kneel down, and I feel like I'm a hunter-zombie, which kneels down and leaps at survivors in the game. One of the survivors and both Galactica pilots are down, but not dead, on the street as the tanks are taking huge amounts of bullets without seeming to notice. Suddenly, I jump, not knowing what I'm doing, thinking in my head,
holy **** I'm falling 50 feet I'm going to die! And I now turn on the thing in my hand, which is a blue lightsaber I can now see the blade, and I fall into one of the tanks, knocking it into the ground and stabbing it through. I then leap out, pushing a random zombie out of my way as I leap to the other tank, cutting off an arm, another arm, and then its head, which rolls away, with, oddly, no blood anywhere.
I'm breathing heavily, and, the survivors are approaching me, looking at me...well, weirdly, when I suddenly hear the peals of Monty Python in the air:
Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great...
As I look up, I open my eyes and suddenly see al-Tair from Assassin's Creed above me, his knife extended and looking ready to leap at me from above, as I suddenly leap up, jumping to deflect with my lightsaber...
And I see that al-Tair is my poster from
Assassin's Creed, and I'm lying in my dorm room, the sun is shining through the window and my digital clock is flashing 09:32 as
Every Sperm is Sacred plays from my computerized alarm clock.
It took me a few seconds to lower my hands from lightsaber-holding position, rub my eyes, and turn my alarm off.
Unlike many of my very active dreams, this one I still remember vividly. It almost feels like my alarm clock interrupted me in the middle and I wasn't done.
