I'll just call this one finished....enough.
(Though I'll probably add to it more, later on.)

Done in Blender 3D. Slight post-pro in Photoshop.
Journal Entry:
01/24/2006
"Fragged"
This dream was in Canterbury again, at G's house, but she wasn't there. T was with there and we were sitting around shooting the shit. After a while, I remember hearing something in one of the back rooms. The house was very small with a hollow floor, so every noise was always heard through the whole house, and we could tell, in the dream, that there was someone there with us.
I'm not quite sure where we had them hid, but we both pulled out large handguns, like Desert Eagles, and I threw in a magazine, cocking the slide back once. We opened the door and went in the room. For a room that is a modest size, in real life, this room seemed to stretch on into another house; a dark labyrinth of old wooden columns and floorboards that seemed more like a massive horror movie attic than the suburban duplex that it represented in waking life.
Slowly, we crept around the area, hearing subtle noises and knowing that there was something hidden among the shadows. We ascended a small flight of stairs (that didn't exist in the real house) and into another dark level, weapons still drawn. Passing an assortment of pipes and wooden beams that were, themselves, shrouded by the lack of light reaching our position, I heard a sound right beside me.
The second I turned to wheel my gun in that direction, the wall exploded out toward me, the electrical wiring connected to it breaking and strobing the, once-blackened, area with white hot sparks. I could see a bright red flash of metal towering in the chaotic light before me, a large robotic arm whirring as it instantly shot up in my direction. In what seemed like less than a second, a metallic tentacle had launched out of the end of the arm, encircled my body once or twice, and held me in place. My right arm raised, as did T's and we both started busting off rounds into the face (and I use that term loosely) of this huge f'kin robot that has me in the grip of one arm. It was all happening so fast that I have no problem admitting I was scared shitless.
The firing was short-lived, however, as the robot's head focused in on me. A number of bladed and spear-headed weapons rotated outward from behind the robot's back, all aimed ominously in my direction as my finger squeezed over and over on the trigger. I only had a good one or two seconds to process what was about to happen, staring death in the face in the form of about 3 robotic-arm saws and 2-3 other nasty-looking sci-fi weaponry. The arms lurched toward me simultaneously, and I was splattered beyond all identification, my perspective changing momentarily, into a disembodied view of my remains splashing all over the wall behind me, and hearing T screaming something, even though his words were muffled by the fading of my senses as everything faded to black.
Suddenly, I woke up on the wooden floor, hearing the sound of T shooting. Panicked, and wondering what the hell happened, I turned over on my back to hear what the hell the noise was. That robot was standing RIGHT OVER ME and starting to attack again. Jumping to my feet I rolled out of the way and stood up again. Terrified, after having just been crushed like a grapefruit, I panicked, stil having no clue what in the hell was going on. Having a bit of a breakdown, I sprinted for the stairs. T was right on my heels, calling after me and wondering what I was up with me. I didn't stop running until I was out of the house, and almost collapsed to my knees because I was freaking out. (I've never lost my mind to fear like that, before, dreaming or awake. It was a strange experience.)
He was trying to calm me down, and I can just remember shouting something like "oh my god I fuckin Died! I just Died! What the hell is going on?!" Bear in mind that we were standing in the middle of my neighborhood at dusk waving guns around and I'm losing it.
T said something like "It's alright, man. You can just resurrect wherever you are. No need to freak out."
I stopped for a moment and was like. "....huh?" (Well if This wouldn't have been a good time to realize I was dreaming oh well.)
I didn't even have time to focus on his words. There was a loud noise seeming to rise from all directions at once. A sound, subtle at first, like a jet engine or something. "Is that...a plane?" T asked. We searched the sky and found nothing. Our eyes were then drawn to the house just as the side door flew open.
We didn't even wait for anything to come out of the house, breaking into a synchronized sprint as soon as we saw the door open. Rounding the side of the house, we took up hiding places in the open carports of the two houses next to each other, behind the house we were originally in and took aim at the corner of the building, waiting for this big ass robot to come 'round the corner. Instead, it was an 11 year old boy name Brian that used to live in the neighborhood.
In short, he came around the corner and we walked out to meet him, glad as hell that it was him and not the robot thing. He wondered why we had guns and told us that everyone was still waiting for us, inside. Going back around the house, we lookd in the window and saw all our friends sitting on the couches watching tv and waiting for us to come in. >.> Weird, embarassing, shit.
I also remember a false awakening where I woke up in a mix between G's room and my own and I still had the gun from the first dream under my pillow. After lying in bed and playing with the weapon for a while, I woke up for real.
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