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Dec. 12th, 2003 07:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashAction movie dream.
Not pleasant, not when you're the Ordinary Gal pressed into guiding half of a fallen-out set of crooks through and around some sort of mini-mall. Chased by boats, running through a dark car dealership and restaurant, being shot at incessantly... luckily the remote guy with the machine gun was a bad shot.
Nearly made it through and around, including an open area wherein the guy's aim really became absurd. Split up with the guy I was stuck guiding because it was that time when vengeance, or at least escape, is clearly about to happen. Running exhaustedly across a small field towards a building to hide and get the hell out of there, he was dithering if he should shoot at his former companion who was behind a van (trying to steal it and run him down, I think) or the poor bastard shanghaied into this thing. Decided to shoot at me. Kept missing as I ran. I weakly made an obscene gesture as I dragged myself, he kept shooting, I woke up... cold and tense, having fallen asleep instead of briefly gathering myself and working all night.
I don't think like action movie dreams.
Not pleasant, not when you're the Ordinary Gal pressed into guiding half of a fallen-out set of crooks through and around some sort of mini-mall. Chased by boats, running through a dark car dealership and restaurant, being shot at incessantly... luckily the remote guy with the machine gun was a bad shot.
Nearly made it through and around, including an open area wherein the guy's aim really became absurd. Split up with the guy I was stuck guiding because it was that time when vengeance, or at least escape, is clearly about to happen. Running exhaustedly across a small field towards a building to hide and get the hell out of there, he was dithering if he should shoot at his former companion who was behind a van (trying to steal it and run him down, I think) or the poor bastard shanghaied into this thing. Decided to shoot at me. Kept missing as I ran. I weakly made an obscene gesture as I dragged myself, he kept shooting, I woke up... cold and tense, having fallen asleep instead of briefly gathering myself and working all night.
I don't think like action movie dreams.
Sounds more like a video game...
Date: 2003-12-12 08:52 am (UTC)Re: Sounds more like a video game...
Date: 2003-12-12 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-12 01:01 pm (UTC)AMDreams are just about the only thing I have any more. Last night in fact I was heading a invasion of Normandy fighting Vampire Nazi Germans that had taken over a small town. Special 1942 anti vampire forces command. Maybe Im just eager about Hell Boy comming out...
Well you did say you felt like you were in a movie in real life to.
Who knows!
Just wonder why it cant be a porn flick or a romantic comedy now and again.
-hugs-
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Date: 2003-12-12 01:52 pm (UTC)*nudges*
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Date: 2003-12-14 01:54 am (UTC)