searchin' the land
Sep. 17th, 2007 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mcityI had a dream.
I was some kid at some company looking up stuff in a magazine rack near the front entrance. The narrow reception hall was small, and decorated in mid-Seventies. For some reason, I kept flashing back to an aquarium. Anyway, the magazine I was supposed to find for reference looked like The Economist with a ukiyo-e* print on the cover. Among other magazines on the rack were a set of National Geographics with interlocking covers that showed a map with Severus Snape** standing on it making faces.
Anyway.
Somehow, I stumbled upon something that proved that my company had killed thousands of people. I called a co worker to tell him, interspersed with cuts of the executive somehow listening in on a cell phone conversation. At the end, he goes 'we killed how many people'?
Me: O_o
Cue me running through a place that looked suspiciously like a slightly AU version of downtown Nassau, police on my tail, starting about twenty seconds after I left the building. Also, the company's professional 'security' were trying to gun me down. I also ran into an army guy who looked like a darker-skinned, guarding a strategically important alley, who I knocked out. I also stole the GSM chip from his walkie talkie and switched it with the one in my Nokia 5600. (Yes, walkie-talkies don't have chips. Tell my subconscious.) When he woke up, he said he was rooting for me, and that he knew that the company killed hundreds of thousands of people.
I woke up before it ended, but it seemed like it would go on in the vein of a John Grisham novel. Running, excitement, drama, conspiracies.
Gosh, I wonder if it means anything.
*Thanks, Samurai Champloo!
** Movie Snape, not book illustration Snape.
/for a hero of a man
I was some kid at some company looking up stuff in a magazine rack near the front entrance. The narrow reception hall was small, and decorated in mid-Seventies. For some reason, I kept flashing back to an aquarium. Anyway, the magazine I was supposed to find for reference looked like The Economist with a ukiyo-e* print on the cover. Among other magazines on the rack were a set of National Geographics with interlocking covers that showed a map with Severus Snape** standing on it making faces.
Anyway.
Somehow, I stumbled upon something that proved that my company had killed thousands of people. I called a co worker to tell him, interspersed with cuts of the executive somehow listening in on a cell phone conversation. At the end, he goes 'we killed how many people'?
Me: O_o
Cue me running through a place that looked suspiciously like a slightly AU version of downtown Nassau, police on my tail, starting about twenty seconds after I left the building. Also, the company's professional 'security' were trying to gun me down. I also ran into an army guy who looked like a darker-skinned, guarding a strategically important alley, who I knocked out. I also stole the GSM chip from his walkie talkie and switched it with the one in my Nokia 5600. (Yes, walkie-talkies don't have chips. Tell my subconscious.) When he woke up, he said he was rooting for me, and that he knew that the company killed hundreds of thousands of people.
I woke up before it ended, but it seemed like it would go on in the vein of a John Grisham novel. Running, excitement, drama, conspiracies.
Gosh, I wonder if it means anything.
*Thanks, Samurai Champloo!
** Movie Snape, not book illustration Snape.
/for a hero of a man
