Another dream...
Dec. 12th, 2002 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexmegamiThis was actually more like a nightmare.
I was early to LARP, and we were hanging out in a computer lab. The people outside of our little room (in other parts of the lab) were being loud, so I went out to shut them up. This worked rather effectively. Just as I was about to go back in, Pete (the ST, not Brampton-Pete) arrived. Now Rebecca was running around doing her test for Blood with Rob (why Rob? Rob doesn't LARP...). She won. I tested too (Rob kept messing up the timing!) and I won. We ran to the elevator, now in character, and all the Malkavian players were there... and the pretty Ventrue that wears purple, for some reason, and she was on the Madness Network too. o.O Anyway. So we're going up the elevator, facing this really beautiful blue marble-like panel, and just as I'm cultivating a fear of heights, we arrive at the top floor. Despite us facing the blue panel (expecting it to open), the gold one opens, and we think we're on the wrong side of the building. When the elevator drops, however, there are stairs with red carpeting in front of us, and Pete and David are at the top of them (~5 steps). I go to Pete first. We chat a minute, he's glad Lidia is at full capacity, it'll make the scenario a little easier on me. Then he says, "This will take a while - you should go to the bathroom now."
So I do. When I come out, though, I'm at home, talking to Pete through the newspaper, which is acting like a chat program. I'm in the kitchen. I have a bow and arrow, and I'm trying to notch them, but I can't. Then this RANDOM SCARY OLD MAN walks in from the laundry room (the back door). He's wearing a blue jacket, he has thin white hair and a stubble-beard, his face is mottled and his runny blue eyes have these awful, huge red bags under them. I scream. He cackles. I say, "Get the hell out!" I can't get the bow properly notched, so I just stab the arrow at him. He breaks the head off, but I jab at him again, and he leaves through the front door, me driving him away. I lock the door from the inside and follow him out, making sure he's shambling down the street. I've locked myself out. After a few seconds of panic, I see the key between the useless door and its screen (we have double doors, but only one opens). The screen opens, I get the key, and I let myself in, heart pounding. For a minute he's back at the doors and they're not properly locked (i.e. the fake door's lock is bad, and so if he pushed them both they would swing in), but I fix the lock and run to the kitchen.
I'm calling 911 and just settling back into the newspaper-chat with Pete when I hear this terrible crashing sound. I excuse myself and run to the front door. The old man is directing a construction team to knock down our garage roof. Shingles are everywhere. I scream and try to go out and stop it, but the door is too securely locked and I'm trapped.
THIS is when my body decides it's a good idea to wake the hell up...
I was early to LARP, and we were hanging out in a computer lab. The people outside of our little room (in other parts of the lab) were being loud, so I went out to shut them up. This worked rather effectively. Just as I was about to go back in, Pete (the ST, not Brampton-Pete) arrived. Now Rebecca was running around doing her test for Blood with Rob (why Rob? Rob doesn't LARP...). She won. I tested too (Rob kept messing up the timing!) and I won. We ran to the elevator, now in character, and all the Malkavian players were there... and the pretty Ventrue that wears purple, for some reason, and she was on the Madness Network too. o.O Anyway. So we're going up the elevator, facing this really beautiful blue marble-like panel, and just as I'm cultivating a fear of heights, we arrive at the top floor. Despite us facing the blue panel (expecting it to open), the gold one opens, and we think we're on the wrong side of the building. When the elevator drops, however, there are stairs with red carpeting in front of us, and Pete and David are at the top of them (~5 steps). I go to Pete first. We chat a minute, he's glad Lidia is at full capacity, it'll make the scenario a little easier on me. Then he says, "This will take a while - you should go to the bathroom now."
So I do. When I come out, though, I'm at home, talking to Pete through the newspaper, which is acting like a chat program. I'm in the kitchen. I have a bow and arrow, and I'm trying to notch them, but I can't. Then this RANDOM SCARY OLD MAN walks in from the laundry room (the back door). He's wearing a blue jacket, he has thin white hair and a stubble-beard, his face is mottled and his runny blue eyes have these awful, huge red bags under them. I scream. He cackles. I say, "Get the hell out!" I can't get the bow properly notched, so I just stab the arrow at him. He breaks the head off, but I jab at him again, and he leaves through the front door, me driving him away. I lock the door from the inside and follow him out, making sure he's shambling down the street. I've locked myself out. After a few seconds of panic, I see the key between the useless door and its screen (we have double doors, but only one opens). The screen opens, I get the key, and I let myself in, heart pounding. For a minute he's back at the doors and they're not properly locked (i.e. the fake door's lock is bad, and so if he pushed them both they would swing in), but I fix the lock and run to the kitchen.
I'm calling 911 and just settling back into the newspaper-chat with Pete when I hear this terrible crashing sound. I excuse myself and run to the front door. The old man is directing a construction team to knock down our garage roof. Shingles are everywhere. I scream and try to go out and stop it, but the door is too securely locked and I'm trapped.
THIS is when my body decides it's a good idea to wake the hell up...
