Wednesday, May 21, 2008

weird startrek dream

OHMYGOD i TOTALLY JUST REMEMBERED THIS TOTALLY BITCHING DREAM i HAD!


So I was on the starship enterprise. well, I *think* it was, because there were a lot of characters from star wars, but they were all dressed different and had different haircuts and picard had a beard.(with a orange plastic vest over a thermal shirt) some people were wearing the regular star command outfit, and some had more eclectic (casual?) outfits. more like how people on fishing boats might dress but the main focus of the dream is that there was this weird animal mass of tentacles growing on the ship. It was ensnaring people and also seemed to metabolize the very air it's self. NOW, the reason I was on the enterprise is unclear, but what was clear is that I was pulled out of my original time. For apparently no reason whatsoever, I knew how to kill the monster. the monster was sensitive to some chemical that are in potatoes (?). So I run to the food replicator, and to my dismay, potatoes in the future are apparently the size of a child. but I hoist it over my head anyway and begin to run through the halls. Everyone was looking at me like I had lost my mind, but I seemed to know what I was doing. I doged people zapping and being eaten by the monster and go down the hall. I ran for about 2 min with this damn potato, looking for the back of the monster.(the most sensitive part apparently) I get there, and I heave the potato with all my might, then I ran like hell before the monster could notice who threw it. by the time I get around to the front of the hall (where the monster's tentacles were) it seems that the alien had seemingly evaporated. Captain picard is congratulating me and seems a bit senile. the fact that his orange plastic vest is stuffed with tootsie roll pops is not helping. (why am I dreaming this?!) I mention that I need to get back to my time to play a performance, and I need my computer back (which is there too for some reason) Picard says "oh, you don't need that anymore" and comically zaps the desktop computer on a desk behind him and theres a tiny puff of smoke and a huge burn mark, some redshirt was using it, and looks startled, then disappointed when it gets vaporized. Picard then hands me the future model of the ipod, which is capable of playing AND making music, and informs me that my files are on there. (I also notice that ableton live is on there. so I walk through the portal window directly onto an outdoor stage on a pretty summer day where 20-30 people await me. And then it's understood that I "rock out" in a 90's afterschool special fashion.

(the picture has nothing to do with the dream, I just thought it was funny.)

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