Dream: Superhero Villain Compound

So I had this dream the other night, on the 16th of May to be precise, and I thought it was pretty awesome, so maybe you will too. I'm copying this straight out of the book I've decided to start keeping by my bed to track my more imaginative dreams so it might be a bit confused as it was 5:30 in the morning when I wrote it. I'll try to fix it up as best I can.

We're a tour group, possibly a high school group, of a superhero villain compound. We're being shown around by a man on a shuttle bus and he's showing us how to challenge superheros so you can kill them.

We drive passed one and he explains how it works as dummies are used for examples. Basically, civilians are brought in a travelling platforms and dropped into the 5 manholes (which are shaped like men's upper torsos) so that only their upper shoulders and head are visible out the top of the manholes and they can't move their arms.

The manholes are in clusters of five, with a main hole/tube in the center of the other four, and the clusters are in sets of two by four in the ground. There is, out the front of each row, a control panel that are the buttons for each manhole/tube.

The man on the shuttle explains that this leaves a certain superhero (can't remember his name) in the position where he has to come and help as he is 100 percent against civilians getting hurt. A lady on the shuttle says "Oh! Of course!"

As we drive around we watch as the dummies in the manholes randomly drop away into the floor, presumably to their demise. No one confirms or denies if the pipes actually kill the people or if it is just the power of suggestion which is enough to make the superhero have to switch places with the civilians.

Next flash - the tour group is in the pipes.

We've been shipped and dropped into the tubes with two/three people left to man each console. The challenge is to the people out the front - do you think it's real? Would you save someone? (There is an idea that at least one pipe will drop regardless of buttons but this is never said outright).

Then people start dropping and noises come - screaming, the sounds of saws, fire pits - from the depths of the pipes. Different noises, all things that could kill you if you were dropped into them. Then the people in the tubes are calling out to the ones at the consoles as to if they think it's real or not, and if they want to be saved.

I'm at the front of my group so I watch the three people at our console while people drop away in my peripheral vision. There's two girls and a boy, with the boy at the control panel. The girls stand off to his right as he looks at the panel and debates. Finally he grips his lips and awkwardly slides his hand in a circular motion around the buttons and out group and the five in the group in front of us start dropping away.

I am so unimpressed but not scared (maybe I didn't believe it was real?). I call out "you fucker" as I can feel my group mates behind me being worked by the machine - moved roughly to the center pipe and sucked down, or pin dropped from their side tubes.

One of the girls (who are both happy he's dropping all of us) leans forward cupping her ear. "What was that?" She heard me, she was just being nasty.

"You.Mother.Fucker."

"All right, just wanting to be accurate."

Then my pipe is lined up with the centre tube, and I'm the last of our ten to drop.

Dropped is the wrong word for what it felt like, It was all black, almost soft tarp and it was sucking but the sides hugged you so you were safe. It was fast and felt like being born. You slide for only a second or two, then were dropped onto an air-bed (like the big ones in movies for stunts). I could hear those sounds, the fire and saw, but they sounded like recordings from here.

The other four people from my cluster were there waiting for me around the airbed, but no one else was. They were huddled together, a mixture of relieved to be alive and to to see me, and also on edge as we were now under the building, alone and with no idea what we were meant to do.

Do we wait here and they come collect us?
Do we go looking for the group?
Was everyone else's tubes fake too, or were we just lucky?

Where our tubes came out was under the building. We could see the bottom of the building, stretching out black in front of us with the sun and a field to the left and walkways to the right, supposedly to lead back into the building. The sun was out and the field was dewy with morning moisture, but the walkway back to the building was dark. All of the building was painted in shades of darkest grey and black. It could have been the middle of the day with all the windows open and it still would have looked dark and villain-like.

We huddled, made sure everyone was okay as I took in our situation. I wanted to run into the field, to find a way home but had the feeling that we'd just been dropped into a game. I didn't know if we had or hadn't, but my suspicions were up. It was like being in Saw - I didn't know if this was our challenge for our superheros not caring enough about us, or if my trust had just been broken, but I wasn't about to risk it in case it was a game.

We went out into the the field, sneaking and half-jogging, staying close to the building structure to survey the situation.

So that was my dream, and it got me thinking about how it could be a movie. I often dream in a movie-like way so I have this idea all the time.

This movie would be about civilians taking their security back for themselves. Civilians that often get mixed up with villains in movies are always kinda dumb - they don't think about what they're doing before they stick their arm in that hole, they don't check the floor before they walk out on the platform, that sort of thing. Well, what about those who would be able to take a look at what's going on, and survive without Superman sweeping in to fly them away? People who really don't have any superpowers other then logical thinking and being able to handle stressful situations, still being able to survive.

There of course would have to be a confrontational scene where the superhero does finally show up and they go "Where were you hours ago when we might have needed you? We can do this on our own". I dunno, I think it could work, but then again, I was the one who dreamed it :)

pondersom

a couple of things keep coming up recently:

• that i wish i was able to ride a bike, rather thn just fall off them. not that i have a bike or anything, but it'd be nice to have that basic ability ticked off the bucket list. i haven't ridden a bike since like year 3, i'm still on training wheels status.


• that the book i'm reading right now is going to be finished too soon cos it's too interesting.


• i'm kindofmaybesortof okay looking, possibly pretty if we're generous, but i reaaaally don't photograph well (sucks for you, online people!)
  
• following on from the above: my dad telling me i the body of a dominatrix. yeah, my dad says weird shit sometimes. i like to think he was trying to be nice.


• dudes in their 30s, what the hell is going on with that.


• i enjoy cooking, even if i'm no good at it


• that i don't like that it's too cold to wonder around without pants on at the moment.


• i'd like someone to write a good "things to do before you die" list to see how many i've already covered


• i talk in a way that makes me sound dumber then i am, on purpose.


• boobs are fun, lulz


• i suck at making presentations

watching baby videos on YouTube

You just know they're making up darstedly plans via their twin ESP.



This baby is SO ready to be a morning commuter.



Farts are funny. Nuff said.



This wouldn't be half as funny if Charlie didn't just laugh

Woodwork be a-openin'

Last week I was off work sick for an entire week and no one was free to see me. To be fair I wasn't really looking as I couldn't speak anyways, but still, it would have been nice for someone come over to check I was still alive.


Mum was bitching I never come over and visit and I was like "I've been 100% free for 5 days and you didn't even email me at work (we work together). Nan and Pop both sit around all day with nothing to do and neither of them came over to see if I needed anything or to get a doctor or anything, and no one called to make sure I even made it home after I got sent home from work. Let's be fair here, no one's really doing their part, so don't put it all on me."


To which she replied: "I texted messaged you". Yes, she did. Two days after I got sent home, to tell me that telling her that the doc said to go straight to the hospital if it got hard to swallow freaked her out. Cos it didn't freak me out at all, obviously. Didn't concern her enough to drop around to make sure I hadn't in fact suffocated though.


Anyways, back to my original point for writing this:


Last week I was off work sick for an entire week and no one was free to see me. To be fair I wasn't really looking as I couldn't speak anyways, but still, it would have been nice for someone come over to check I was still alive.


I literally open the doors at work this morning at 8:20am and get a mass text from my friend saying she has big news but doesn't want everyone to find out over Facebook so needs to see us asap.


Then at 10am I get a message from an other friend asking when am I free to take her to get her septum pierced.


Sow now I'm seeing them both on Wednesday night.


Bizarre!

Holy satisfied tastebuds, Batman!

I just made one of my lets-see-how-this-goes dinners and it was flippin delicious so I want to write down what I made so I can make it again for my friends:

* Whole packet of honey soy tofu, diced up
* Whole packet of mock-chicken, diced up
* One cup rice (makess at least two serves - remember to use three cups of water, not two like the packet says)
* About three cups frozen veggies (peas and corn, peas and corn!)
* About three teaspoons of honey seeded mustard (you might want to add more, this was just all you had left this time)

*** NO oil required ***
*** REMEMBER to make the rice FIRST you know you're going to pick at the mix in if its just sitting there ***
*** REMEMBER rice takes for-ev-er. ***

Cook up your rice, add in the veggies when it's nearly done.

Fry up the mix of diced up chicken, tofu and mustard til the chicken starts browning and is heated all the way through.

Strain the rice, put it back in saucepan, dump in the fry up and stir through.

Doneskis.

man i hate doctors

so went to the doctor today after hauling my arse into work, just to have the first two people to lay eyes on me say "go home, you look terrible". haha. thanks ladies.


turns out i have laryngitis and since i put it off for so long it's too late to start anti-viral meds. balls. so i just have to suffer on, dose myself up with fluids and panadol and stay off work until monday.


so now i'm bored


well, not bored so much as i can't remain conscious long enough to get stuck into anything and can't focus hard enough while conscious to make sure i'm not making mistakes. i bought myself a couple of books on my way home from the doctor so hopefully they'll keep me entertained.


what i love most is that, before i've even told the doctor what i'm in for, he's asking me what metal my "things" are made of.

are they stainless steel or silver????

um, stergical steel (thank you polymoph website) or titanium i think, some of them i'm not sure.

take them all out and replace them with silver only, the nickel in stainless steel has started showing up in long term studies to be linked with cancer in pierced individuals.


oh fuck me, cancer? really? BREATHING can give you cancer, and I'm sure as hell not going to stop doing that anytime soon. simply HAVING ORGANS means you can get cancer.


Don't get me wrong, cancer is awful and i don't mean to discount the seriousness of the disease as i've had one family member die due to cancer and one have her breast removed and her uterus taken out in the up coming weeks, but if it was something that was discrimminating and i could control by changing my lifestyle, then i probably would. but cancer will hit you if its going to hit you. besides, if i was going to get cancer from piercings, i would have A gotten it by now or B already triggered the cells with my previous piercing antics so whether i have the metal in now or not would kind of be irrelevant (like people who haven't smoked since they were 20 dying of lung cancer when they're 50).


but not only this, but he apparently has a pacient, a 19 year old girl, who has had the top of her ear FALL OFF because of ear piercings and now has a prosthetic ear. now this, i will admit, sounds like an actual reality. he said she has the upper cartledge of her ear done so many times that she got one that pierced a vein and the top of her ear just... fell... off... not cauliflower ear (which i'd been told about when i'd had to have cartledge piercings removed when my ear was sucking the jewellry into my head), but actually just fell off.


this to me more smacks of either a bad piercer who doesn't know what they're doing (which is why I got to polymorph, you'd think after 10 years they'd be kinda routine with this kind of thing, plus they have turned me down before because the placement i wanted wasn't a good idea, rather then just saying dumb bitch and taking my money) or she's piercing them herself and has no real idea of how to place them other then "that would look bitchin' *stick*" which is a whole different barrel of worry.


i'm not against self-piercing, i've done it myself and understand how it's probably a good way to learn, but fuck, at least talk to people/google/look up pictures before you do it so the rest of us don't continue to get stuck with the stigma of being retards who toy with their health like it means nothing.


all this ranting has given me a headache. i need cuddles :(