pyrephox | (no subject)

Dreams. Ah, dreams.

I dreamed that I was in a practical class...I don't know exactly what we were learning, but there was a professor and there was work. At some point, I and a few other classmates were talking trash about Bush, and the next day our names were up on the board, under a word: 'Cornsio', or something like that. When we asked, it was announced that those on the Cornsio list had their clearances revoked until they had been fully investigated, just as a precaution. I raised hell, especially when I discovered, in the dream, that the word translated as 'office whore', a colloquialism used in some South American country against white collar workers who were accused of passing infomation to enemy states. Government agents came and started hauling us away...god help me, I think I started on "They came for the trade unionists..." before I got whacked on the head.

As I and another person were being hauled out of the school, it morphed into a survival horror game, complete with colored life bar and soundtrack and lots of really nasty ghouls and ghosts.

The dream ended when I was playing as my subordinate NPC, stuck out a hand too far while in the treasure room, and this big boss shadow-thing descended on me, wrapped me up in a black netting, and then tore out my stomach with its teeth, intending to use my cries and the blood trail to lure the main PC (also me) into a trap. And yeah, I felt the teeth.

I have weird dreams.

Threaded | Flat

Weird.

Luckily, the reality of our data collection on the US populance is so shoddy, pathetic, and error prone that you could have anti-Bush slogans tattooed on your forehead and they still wouldn't figure you out. Viva la Death by Non-Aligned Data Correlation!

Clearly, the government in your dreams is infinitely more capable than the US Government!