Ugh
I had a “Jumper”-like dream.
I was traveling both with friends -and- for work, and I got two days of work done before we’d head out on the road, but missed the most essential third day, when they’d pre-paid for a helicopter rental. I don’t remember everyone who was with me, but skippy was one. Anyway, we were crashing at a friend-of-a-friend’s place when I’m all, “oh shit”.
I run around and find my phone and my backpack, and basically, with my computer open, I end up warping to NYC. But it’s not a good neighborhood, and I almost have the backpack stolen off me at first. I ask at a sort of hospital (sort of because it was more like a lady at a toll booth for a dark and dirty ramp with dozens of sick and injured people aroudn) on how to find the subway to the train station, and she gives me some advice.
I start walking off, realize I don’t have my back, look up to see who has it, chase after him in a dead sprint, and he drops it right away. As I skid around to grab it, some completely different guy grabs it and runs. I flip out and chase after him and he goes into a house/condo/whatever, and I follow until we get to the second-floor door, which is an apartment proper, and is locked.
I start kicking at it until my brain does what it often does in nightmares, and says, “ENOUGH OF THIS!”
Rather than change the dream, I decided it was time for me to get the hell out of bed.
Dude, someone ran away with your back?! That’s one trippy dream!
*winks*
Clearly I should’ve been there last night!
Surely, there would have been less in the way of nightmares. :)
I totally read that and missed the part about it being a DREAM. I was like HOLY CRAP!!
… yea
I reread it, and think, “wow, it’s clear that I wrote that with my eyes still closed.”
That’s what you get for warping without me, you jerk. :)