I dreamt I was aboard a big oil tanker at sea with a group of people. The only one I remember was Joe.
Most of the dream took place in the bowels of the ship. Steel corridors, stairwells and a mass of pipes and conduits. There was also an alien on board, although I never actually saw it.
We spent most of our time banding together to keep from being eaten, while moving around the inside of the ship. There was either one attempt to trap it in a cargo area or talk of how it had failed, I'm a bit unclear.
Most of the crew had already died and we were somewhat adrift, until we came into a harbor where we were stuck. A few other tankers came out and surrounded us, but refused to help. They were clearly there to contain us.
Joe and I were on the deck waving flags at the ships to get their attention and the ships seemed to tilt and bounce, causing a giant wave to roll towards us, crashing over the deck and sending us flying.
posted by Evil Wayne @ 9:31 AM
1 Comments:
That's a standard BrikWars dream. Except for that last part, which frankly is one big batch of gay symbolism.
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