Dragtown
Again, I don't remember what.. crap. ok, I do.
I remember being in kind of a first person real time strategy game (where an RTS would be something like StarCraft), and we had a base built up, but then we went around and flanked the enemy base while they were attacking OUR base. The structures were like carnival equipment, but we tried to burn them (it didn't occur to us that they're mostly metal), or at least the tarps covering them. Kin and William were there (William being Kin's 7 year old son), and while I was talking to Kin, we heard William from above (from on top of something like the Zipper, really tall), shout something to the effect of "Look at me!" and jumped off, and slid down the tarp that was over it, nearly landing on the ground. The enemy ended up coming back to their base, but then I forgot what happened.
The next chapter had me in a wheelchair, not because my back was broken or anything, but I had sprained my wrist or something, and I had a home-made cast on one of my arms. Not only this, but I was going to college over in Seattle. Not only THAT, but I was taking public transportation... with a wheelchair. Which ended up being crappy. I could get on the bus, but the aisle was too small, so I had to stay in the doorway. Once I got TO school, 2 teachers in wheelchairs tried showing me how to do wheelies on the right wheels and supporting yourself with your right hand. Some point around here, my wheelchair and cast were gone. Then I assume there was a small wait before my class, and I went over to some friends that were playing some kind of 3d projected version of Final Fantasy. We did that for a while, then I asked what time it was. It was around 10, and since this was my first day, I didn't know my exact schedule yet, so I panicked trying to find it in my bag, or in a book. Someone who looked official walked by and I tried asking him where I could find my schedule, rather loudly, but he just kept walking to the bathroom. The game was being projected, or based out of a boxy thing on the floor, and while laying there watching / playing, I felt something hot on my arm, and looked down at some kind of projected pink ice stuff. They said it was esper material. It was funky. I then started looking around the school, and everyone was friggin obese (at least the women), and the guys were trying to hit on them. It was weird.
Ok, back to what I remembered INITIALLY.
Went to some track with the Northwest SHO Club people, following them because I didn't know where it was, to try our hands at the 1/4 mile. We got there and it was pretty backwoods. No real rules or anything major. I put my name down on the sign in sheet, and got in line. Nonetheless, I was never called, so I went and checked somewhere else. I also had to get some other test done, by driving fast 1 mile on the freeway from onramp to offramp and having them check the time. However, the runs were all done for the day, and they couldn't let me in without more people. I went and found Glen, and I said he had to race me a couple times. He said ok, but it's not a competition, and not for me to get mad or anything, but if I did, my car might go faster and beat him (while he has a lot done to his car to make it far faster than mine.) He said something about launching at 2000 RPM and using the clutch once, and using that as a signal, which made NO SENSE :P When we went back to the place to get me tested and to put our names in on the lineup, there were some other people in there, with some weird lookin dog who was sick. It needed medicine apparently, and the rest of the dream was just waiting while those people did dumb things. There was this sort of raised treadmill with scratchy things on it, supposedly to scratch dogs' backs or something, but one of the dumb people there tried to lay on it and it just shot them off.
I remember being in kind of a first person real time strategy game (where an RTS would be something like StarCraft), and we had a base built up, but then we went around and flanked the enemy base while they were attacking OUR base. The structures were like carnival equipment, but we tried to burn them (it didn't occur to us that they're mostly metal), or at least the tarps covering them. Kin and William were there (William being Kin's 7 year old son), and while I was talking to Kin, we heard William from above (from on top of something like the Zipper, really tall), shout something to the effect of "Look at me!" and jumped off, and slid down the tarp that was over it, nearly landing on the ground. The enemy ended up coming back to their base, but then I forgot what happened.
The next chapter had me in a wheelchair, not because my back was broken or anything, but I had sprained my wrist or something, and I had a home-made cast on one of my arms. Not only this, but I was going to college over in Seattle. Not only THAT, but I was taking public transportation... with a wheelchair. Which ended up being crappy. I could get on the bus, but the aisle was too small, so I had to stay in the doorway. Once I got TO school, 2 teachers in wheelchairs tried showing me how to do wheelies on the right wheels and supporting yourself with your right hand. Some point around here, my wheelchair and cast were gone. Then I assume there was a small wait before my class, and I went over to some friends that were playing some kind of 3d projected version of Final Fantasy. We did that for a while, then I asked what time it was. It was around 10, and since this was my first day, I didn't know my exact schedule yet, so I panicked trying to find it in my bag, or in a book. Someone who looked official walked by and I tried asking him where I could find my schedule, rather loudly, but he just kept walking to the bathroom. The game was being projected, or based out of a boxy thing on the floor, and while laying there watching / playing, I felt something hot on my arm, and looked down at some kind of projected pink ice stuff. They said it was esper material. It was funky. I then started looking around the school, and everyone was friggin obese (at least the women), and the guys were trying to hit on them. It was weird.
Ok, back to what I remembered INITIALLY.
Went to some track with the Northwest SHO Club people, following them because I didn't know where it was, to try our hands at the 1/4 mile. We got there and it was pretty backwoods. No real rules or anything major. I put my name down on the sign in sheet, and got in line. Nonetheless, I was never called, so I went and checked somewhere else. I also had to get some other test done, by driving fast 1 mile on the freeway from onramp to offramp and having them check the time. However, the runs were all done for the day, and they couldn't let me in without more people. I went and found Glen, and I said he had to race me a couple times. He said ok, but it's not a competition, and not for me to get mad or anything, but if I did, my car might go faster and beat him (while he has a lot done to his car to make it far faster than mine.) He said something about launching at 2000 RPM and using the clutch once, and using that as a signal, which made NO SENSE :P When we went back to the place to get me tested and to put our names in on the lineup, there were some other people in there, with some weird lookin dog who was sick. It needed medicine apparently, and the rest of the dream was just waiting while those people did dumb things. There was this sort of raised treadmill with scratchy things on it, supposedly to scratch dogs' backs or something, but one of the dumb people there tried to lay on it and it just shot them off.
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