Here is what I dreamed last night, unedited, unabridged (However, I left out the first hour about go, nodejs and perl over at Joel’s house).
Going down for a tour of a nuclear plant. Gary, Joel, Ryan, Ben and Me.. Its a
long way down. Gary decides to take a shortcut in the vehicle we are in. soon
we are flying through the air. More like Mario cart than anything else. Trying
to land back on the road, or so I think. We pass many on-comers, until soon we
look at each other in the back, realizing we are drifting further and further
from the road. We find ourselves, over water, must be part of the cooling pond
you think. You realize gary and joel have exited, you all, in the back,
preoccupied at the predicament of “where are we going to land”. You all jump
out, you grasp and claw for each other in the air. Soon forming a jumbled
connected mess. you see gary and joel up ahead. The ground
below still seems so far away, cars, look flat. The floor appears mip-mapped.
Suddenly a flood of detail emerges. That is when you realize, you are going to
hit the water. you try to decide your angle, flat out seems like a bad idea, like
smacking concrete. you guess, you’ll go in feet first, after all your legs, seem
like the least important part of you right now. You hit, the next thing you
know you are in a concrete corridor. Green handled rails, concrete stairs.
Looks like a bunker. You see an endless download of stairs and tunnels.
Multiple routes, each one with names like baker, echo, and zulu. The 5 of you
stand out, everyone else has a blue face and jacket. As you continue down. You
realize its because certain sections have blue and black lights. How fun you
think to yourself. Kids must love this.
Finally the reality of the situation sinks in you pipe up. “Well”, you say, “if
what appears to just has happened… Gary you have proved something wonderful
and interesting. We are not our corporeal existence. Reality is warped by our
mind. My question is, did we each warp it individually? Or is this part of a
shared/controlled warping by one or more people.” Everyone gives you a strange
look. Gary, although he heard you, acts distant. As you continue on through the
maze, all that has happened becomes fainter. Soon the goal of figuring the
thing out consumes you. “I’m sure we could have found the optimal
path on the internet”, you mutter. Going from baker, to zulu, you pass droves
of blue people. You are not quite running, but far from walking. STill in the
maze, the stairs in front of you abruptly end with a 6 foot drop. It was hard
to notice, the color of cement on the ground makes depth precision difficult.
The rails that form trails separate, yet they line up perfectly. Ryan takes the
path that I see an unexpected drop in, he utters a sound of surprise. You take
it, and as you do, you also gasp. You once again try to bring up what just
happened. How you should all be dead, but no one seems interested. And some
musings from you, about how this must have something to do with gravity and this plant, which you scoff at. You wake up.