||[May. 25th, 2007|01:05 pm]
|||||Pikmin - The Distant Spring||]|
First dream: I had just gotten to school when the lockdown alarm came on. This school has been the subject of many dreams I’ve had in the past few days:
- I forget my backpack and go to get it, only for a massive lightning storm to begin
- I go into this computer class and hack into some system
- I propose to this girlfriend
- I follow a nurse into an elevator, and it goes up to the non-existent 300th floor where they somehow have an extravagant diner there
- The school floods
- I take a time machine to the past and see this school under construction
- I go into an earlier time of a class that I’m scheduled for in this dream-set, then take some sort of exam (it’s ridiculously easy, like ‘What is this girl (picture) feeling right now” and “What is the capital of Idaho”, although there are Latin words in there that I must translate. I think it’s the hardest test in the world, finish the exam, and come back to take it at its normal time. Then I wake up.
Anyway, in this dream, we went into the school because of the lockdown and went straight to the bowling alley. I look outside to see people walking, so I assume the lockdown is over (I couldn’t hear it in the bowling alley). I go out and go to my “normal dream” classes, and wake up.
The second dream was that I was in this seaside town. I had rented a hang glider. I climbed to the tallest point in town and jumped off, gliding through town. Suddenly, these giant missiles are shot at me. I quickly press this button on the hang glider, which acts like a save-state file. I try to evade the missiles, but fail and tumble to the ground. I push another button which reloads the world right before the missiles hit me. I try again and again, but I can’t completely evade them. In one reload, I do make it away, but they follow me everywhere, even into a group of civilians and into a cave. Finally, after that, I had an idea and hit reload again, and I finally evade the missiles in the right way. They start to follow me again, but this time I put my plan into action: I go out to the sea to try to make them dive in and malfunction. This fails, so then I enlist the help of two nearby hang gliders to break the wings off of these missiles (yes, I know, it makes no sense). With their help, the wings are broken off, and the missiles fall directly into a fleet of incoming Red Army airplanes (from the former Soviet Union). I then wake up.