so i was trying to remember yesterday this dream i had and for the life of me, i couldn't remember it. which for me is kind of odd. but last night, all of a sudden it popped into my head...and here it is....
so i see this very futuristic submarine in this clear blue-green water. the ship is enormous and just very impressive indeed. think of the big troop carriers from star wars ep. 1 with the big flat tops. all of a sudden an explosion happens right at the middle of the ship and it breaks in half. once piece starts falling into a trench. now here's where the funky part is, it's sinking with the open part of the ship facing down, but when it hits the bottom it starts rising because there's air at the top. now, obviously we know this wouldn't happen...anyway....
people are resuced from the ship, tis a great thing. but then, we get back to land, and a wide scale nuclear attack commences, cities are being wiped off the face of the earth, and i'm seeing all this. for all intended purposes, the US is destroyed and the Russians are to blame, they annihilated us with a surprise nuclear attack. scene change. my parents and myself have flown to Russia and decided to hide out there...why? who on earth knows? we find ourselves in a rent-a-car and outside the kremlin and there are enormous bombers and fighters circling the sky to shoot down any incoming missles. i'm watching this one plane being disassembled right in front of me. the nose cone taken off, the cockpit detacheched from the rest of the plane and paneling coming off. just a tangled mess of conduit, wire, and electronics. i feel like at any second we're going to get caught and killed.
There are people watching us as we talk amongst ourselves in english and we notice this all of a sudden so we start saying "russian-like" words and they kind of look at us like we're on drugs. flash forward, we go back to our hotel, which is kinda posh. golden elevator doors and just lots of light glinting off of everything. you hear passer-bys talking about, "wow, i feel really bad for those Americans now. they have no country." odd to hear.
i return to my room and decide read a book and my parents decided they were going to go out and watch more aircraft. i feel it is much safer inside the hotel where i might not be suspected as being an American. so i pick up this book and it had a bright yellow border and a grey-black cover and the picture was of this submarine from the beginning of the dream and the title of the book was XGR-3. The letters were surrounded by a faded orange color.
somehow, i don't remember exactly, but i ended up in this field near some crate boxes. oddly enough there was some sort of harvesting going on here. there were a dizzying maze of very small railroad tracks in a barren land with very sparse vegitation. i heard a whirr and hid amongst some of the boxes and waited. a small electronic machine was on the tracks and was moving along with these glowing green orbs inside it. odd. these machines were about two feet long by about 1.5 feet wide and about 6" high. very small machines indeed. i decided the next one that came thru i would ride to see where it was going what was going on here. I layed belly down on the next one and rode around the tracks for just a little bit til it got to a processing area. it was a red barn with many more crate boxes. i got up and started walking around very carefully making sure to keep an eye peeled. i look in some of the open boxes and see tons of vegetables. carrots, lettuce, and other greens. i heard a voice yell something, but it was in english, so i peared around the corner and saw a black man in overalls and a red t-shirt carrying one of the machines. i peaked up and we talked. apparently this was some kind of futuristic farm and it's purpose was to carry out the world's distribution of food since the US was obliterated by a nuclear armageddon. apparently he too moved from the US to start this farm but that there was some secret that the Russians were keeping. He and I had teamed up to find out what was going on, but before anything happened...i woke up.
what the submarine was all about? i don't know...call it an overactive imagination. altho, it was a scary thought that the US didn't exist anymore. this could be harnessed into a pretty descent sci-fi novel i think.
so i see this very futuristic submarine in this clear blue-green water. the ship is enormous and just very impressive indeed. think of the big troop carriers from star wars ep. 1 with the big flat tops. all of a sudden an explosion happens right at the middle of the ship and it breaks in half. once piece starts falling into a trench. now here's where the funky part is, it's sinking with the open part of the ship facing down, but when it hits the bottom it starts rising because there's air at the top. now, obviously we know this wouldn't happen...anyway....
people are resuced from the ship, tis a great thing. but then, we get back to land, and a wide scale nuclear attack commences, cities are being wiped off the face of the earth, and i'm seeing all this. for all intended purposes, the US is destroyed and the Russians are to blame, they annihilated us with a surprise nuclear attack. scene change. my parents and myself have flown to Russia and decided to hide out there...why? who on earth knows? we find ourselves in a rent-a-car and outside the kremlin and there are enormous bombers and fighters circling the sky to shoot down any incoming missles. i'm watching this one plane being disassembled right in front of me. the nose cone taken off, the cockpit detacheched from the rest of the plane and paneling coming off. just a tangled mess of conduit, wire, and electronics. i feel like at any second we're going to get caught and killed.
There are people watching us as we talk amongst ourselves in english and we notice this all of a sudden so we start saying "russian-like" words and they kind of look at us like we're on drugs. flash forward, we go back to our hotel, which is kinda posh. golden elevator doors and just lots of light glinting off of everything. you hear passer-bys talking about, "wow, i feel really bad for those Americans now. they have no country." odd to hear.
i return to my room and decide read a book and my parents decided they were going to go out and watch more aircraft. i feel it is much safer inside the hotel where i might not be suspected as being an American. so i pick up this book and it had a bright yellow border and a grey-black cover and the picture was of this submarine from the beginning of the dream and the title of the book was XGR-3. The letters were surrounded by a faded orange color.
somehow, i don't remember exactly, but i ended up in this field near some crate boxes. oddly enough there was some sort of harvesting going on here. there were a dizzying maze of very small railroad tracks in a barren land with very sparse vegitation. i heard a whirr and hid amongst some of the boxes and waited. a small electronic machine was on the tracks and was moving along with these glowing green orbs inside it. odd. these machines were about two feet long by about 1.5 feet wide and about 6" high. very small machines indeed. i decided the next one that came thru i would ride to see where it was going what was going on here. I layed belly down on the next one and rode around the tracks for just a little bit til it got to a processing area. it was a red barn with many more crate boxes. i got up and started walking around very carefully making sure to keep an eye peeled. i look in some of the open boxes and see tons of vegetables. carrots, lettuce, and other greens. i heard a voice yell something, but it was in english, so i peared around the corner and saw a black man in overalls and a red t-shirt carrying one of the machines. i peaked up and we talked. apparently this was some kind of futuristic farm and it's purpose was to carry out the world's distribution of food since the US was obliterated by a nuclear armageddon. apparently he too moved from the US to start this farm but that there was some secret that the Russians were keeping. He and I had teamed up to find out what was going on, but before anything happened...i woke up.
what the submarine was all about? i don't know...call it an overactive imagination. altho, it was a scary thought that the US didn't exist anymore. this could be harnessed into a pretty descent sci-fi novel i think.
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