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Friday, January 13, 2006 Dream Sequence I was an astronaut. I was in a small spacecraft that had been assembled from a discarded Voyager probe and some Apollo parts. It was very old skool. Even my helmet was more akin to a white motorcycle helmet than a real astronaut's. Now that I think about it, I looked a lot like the Russian pilot at the end of Clint Eastwood's FireFox. There were two or three other astronauts with me and we were sent out to sheer a chunk off a passing comet. Which we did, grasping the chunk by the struts on the lower half of the Voyager segment of our spacecraft. I had a window and the joystick control for holding on to the comet. I could see this brilliant, white fiery object attached to the underside of the craft. But it was still moving, even after we cut it off, like a wild animal. I kept fighting with the joystick to keep it from wrenching out of my hands as we made our way back to Earth. Finally, as were were above North America, I couldn't hold it any longer. The chunk broke free and plummeted down to the planet. As it fell, it broke into a series of large pieces that started raining down across the panhandle of Florida, Georgia and Alabama. Gigantic eruptions occurred as they hit the ground and I could see visible shockwaves crisscrossing the surface like ripples on a pond. Then I was on the ground. It was dark and I was in army combat dress, complete with helmet and M16 (or whatever they use now) and we were running down the middle of the street of some town that was on fire. A smaller chunk had hit nearby and we were on our way to secure the area. There were some hostile forces in the area and we could see headlights in the distance that I knew were some hostile government agents on their way here. There were already some troops there and they were erecting a chain-link fence around the impact site. Which seemed to be in the desert, but I knew it was because all the trees had been wiped out in the blast. In the center was a black, oval with a rising dark mound. It wasn't so much a crater, as if someone had jammed a giant marble into the ground. As the rest of the men put up the fence, I was screaming to secure the parameter. I was aware that there were forces that were trying to keep the comet a secret or steal it for themselves. As I turned to face the road, these black humvees came to a screeching halt and there was gunfire. I dropped to one knee and shouted at the rest of the men, and aimed my weapon at the entrance. A force of men in suits came around the humvees and started shooting at the soldiers nearby. They would shoot and someone would fall over. At the lead of this pack was Bill Duke, the guy from Predator (yeah, I had to look it up). As soon as I saw him, I knew we were all going to die. He was an assassin for whatever government agency this was supposed to be and he had killed all the people protecting the other comet fragments that had fallen. I stood up, and started shooting while running at the pack. Duke pulled out a knife and threw it at me. I dipped my head forward and the knife impacted my helmet. I immediately reached up and grabbed it, Duke had this wide-eyed look. I quickly threw it right back at him and it hit him in the arm with an audible thunk! Then I started running and shooting again only now I was aware of the alarm-clock's radio and I was waking up. Okay, for once this one seems a bit discernible. The alarm clock is set to the radio instead of tone (because the tone is for waking the dead). I also have it set to NPR. I'm fairly confident I heard this story about NASA recovering bits of a comet in Utah, while still sleeping. Along with the persistent Iraq news, it isn't hard to make the leap from space mission to combat mission. The only thing that's funktastic is the inclusion of Duke. I mean, where the hell did that come from? posted by Evil Wayne | 9:47 AM 1 comments 1 Comments:
Duke = secret man crush. |
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