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 :)
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