Nau on wit de dreamz

I still worked at Woodmans. It was time for me to leave and I had a half-eaten loaf of sliced bread in a bag and I was thinking about maybe just walking out with it. Some of my friends from high school (and I think that included Fizz) walked in and started talking to me. One of them was reading Lord of the Rings. He just carried this book all over with him.

Now in my dream, Woodmans was on the top floor of Oakwood. We went on a bit of an adventure going up and down the elevators. The end boss was supposedly on the roof. I don't think we ever saw the end boss, though. Somebody just made that up.

It turned out that Oakwood was built up at the top of a very large tree. As in the trunk of this tree was large enough that most of the base of Oakwood rested right on the trunk, with only a little bit sticking out over the edges. And it wasn't really one trunk, either. It was like a couple of legs that came together a bit below the building to form one big trunk from there on up. And before you reached the building there were some big (understatement of the day) branches sticking out horizontally. They were mostly covered in sub-branches with leaves and stuff, except for one that went off to the left (facing the front of the building) that went more than the length of one of the trunks and ended up resting in a notch in a big old cliff. We planned to walk along that branch (which shouldn't be too tricky as it's wide enough to build a highway on), and maybe we eventually did, finding an interesting cliffy place on the other side of the wall. I don't remember how we were getting up and down that tree so easily. Probably there were elevators.

Next Heather and I were walking on railroad tracks. We came to this bridge over another set of tracks. This bridge was lowered so that it was lower than the tracks we were on, and there was a post with some buttons on it. I pushed this square black button and the bridge raised so that the tracks aligned with the ones we were on and we could cross. Now that I think about it that bridge didn't make much sense. Unless it could go higher than it was, also. I had wandered around on the lower tracks a bit and I was thinking about submitting a resume to some company and maybe getting hired. And after we crossed the bridge there was a store or a warehouse or someplace that I wanted to work at. And 151 went right alongside the tracks for a while.

... being distracted ...

I'll come back to those tracks later.

Out behind Brockert I went for a walk. It was night and I was walking out into a prarie. And then there was this...I guess the best way to describe the place is a concrete cave. There were these steps going down on the floor and the ceiling and it reminded me much of a certain style of mapping that I used a bit in Junko MAP02 (Crapi MAP08) with Zimmer textures. Except here it was sandy yellow with grey concrete supports here and there. It was fairly well lit inside and there were a lot of people in there standing around on different levels holding electric guitars. Some of them were standing in groups. I walked down into the center where it was lowest and there was a big hole in the floor that went down into a darker, cavier area. Collins was there with his guitar, except it was all crazy and when he played it lightning would go all over his body and it looked awesome. Me and one of the groups of guitar people (mostly dressed in black jeans, black leather jackets, and blue T-shirts) were being awed. Then we all jumped down into the hole, playing our guitars. And Collins's cord was short and stubby and I didn't know if it'd go the whole length of the hole or if it'd pull out of its socket or whatever, but it seemed alright. And the whole time he was throwing streaks of blue lightning all over and it was awesome.

It was cold and snowy down here. I went north out of the cave. Actually, for the rest of the dream it was a bit fuzzy where I was in the cave and where I was outside, as if I wasn't really paying attention to whether there was sky or snow or rock above me. There was a river with a road (or RR tracks) to the north/west of it. I was walking along this road with all my friends (I don't know all these people - there were a lot more than there are people that I identify as friends). We all had civil-war-type rifles and we were having a war with the people on the south side of the river. It was dark and hard to tell what was happening. They were shooting at us and people were dying all over. I was sort of standing back in a corner, where there was a pillar between me and most of the enemies, so I didn't get hit. Some guys had been shot and we had to take them out of there. The river and the roads went east into a cave, and so we got on a boat and went that way. Inside the cave there were a lot of pillars and variations in floor and ceiling heights, and it was hard to know if they were about to shoot at us or not. Our candles had run out of wax and someone was suggesting that we make more wax out of some of the dead bodies that we were floating by. I thought that sounded like a gross thing to do. Some fat guy burned part of his chest as if to prove that it was feasible.

After we came out the other end of that cave there were these houses and we were trying to convince someone to let us in so we could rest and fix up these guys with bullet holes. One lady ignored us in a particularly insensitive manner. Then her daughter let us in and it was all good.

Later I was walking down those original railroad tracks again. It was as if these were in place of the Military Ridge trail. I was thinking about the funny bridge I had been at earlier. I don't remember if it was farther along the trail than I was or if I had already passed it. Where I was was about to cross PD. I kept walking, and eventually I got to the tunnel under 151 west of Verona. At this point I decided it'd be good to turn back, as I didn't really want to walk all the way to the end of the trail again...

... still being distracted ...

At some point these tracks met up with the east end of that war zone. There was this big mess of railroad tracks, sort of like one of those fancy highway intersections with 3-level overpasses and stuff. I was wandering around up there and watching this guy that was sort of like the leader of the people we had been fighting. He wandered into a resturaunt (that was situated somewhere up in this mess of elevated railroad tracks) and started standing on stools and tables and tried to climb through the ceiling but got in a fight with someone was a bit of an anti-fan (or else just didn't like him moving the ceiling tiles around). Oh yeah, and that guy invented tic-tacs. This mess of tracks led to both the north and south sides of the river. I thought I'd be interesting to see what things looked like from the other guys' point of view, so I took the tracks south. Mostly the places they had been shooting from were above where we were. There were lots of melty ice and snow structures sticking up out of the ground like stalagmites. Scott was there and showing me how he shot from out behind one of them. I considered being mad at him for shooting at me, but realized that he had just been doing what he had to do, just like I had been. Though I didn't really have any idea why we had to shoot at eachother.

Oh, here's some sketches.