two dreams
Dream 1
Honestly, I rarely dream of anything anime. Thus my last dream was strange.
Anime Central was holding a contest in which groups would re-dub entire anime series to, more or less, create entire new watching experiences. Actually, all anime conventions had (in dreamland) been doing this since the mid-80s. I formed a group and we decided to remake Scrapped Princess.
Except, somehow, our rewriting affected the animation--creating an entirely new series with only the animation style and some character images remaining.
In my version of Scrapped Princess, there is a princess that falls deathly ill. All forms of doctors inform that she will soon perish, and that there is no hope of survival. Then, expectedly, comes along a foreign prince promises to find a cure.
The first half of the series is his. He journeys to somewhere remote and finds a cure-all antidote that is promised, at the least, to slow the princess' decline. He also hears a story detailing a lost civilization that had achieved the powers of the gods. Not entirely original, but it built a beginning.
Upon recieving her antidote, the princess regains composure enough to declare, rather adamantly, that she will not die. Ignoring advice from her foreign savior, she determines to uncover this civilization herself--and proceeds to explode from her chamber with an entirely unhuman power, running steadfast in a direction she somehow knows is correct.
Uncovering the ancient civilization means a country-wide area is transformed, rather violently, from quaint rolling farmlands to massive sprawling deathtrap jungle. The transformation sequence is damned cool--and the story then focuses on the foreign prince, having given chase, coping with a new, far more dangerous setting as he witnesses the very land he steps on ripped asunder with high trees, vines, spiders (lots of spiders), and remnants of a lost civilization.
Somewhere inbetween completing our entry, my group (in "reality") decided to road trip to an amusement park. It was a cross between Disneyland and Six Flags Great America, with a small hint of Jurassic Park. Therein, eventually, was a street vendor. For whatever reason, my companions and self decided to verbally abuse him.
He had a heart attack and collapsed, dead.
This took us rather aback. Even more alarming came that no other park-goers seemed to notice this dead man in front of an amusement park storefront. We decided to lock the corpse in the deceased's store.
Odd, as many dreams are.
Dream 2
Events began aboard an interstellar capital ship large enough to support many thousands of space travellers. I was attending a religious mass of sorts with a brother not entirely human.
I assumed the form of Mark Hamil and the other creatures in the room were pulled more or less directly out of Star Wars. Except I discovered, unlike Mark Hamil, an artifact that could create a forcefield. There were no more than 15 other folk in the galactic space chapel (brightly lit, but with gothic architecture) when two bounty hunter creatures (hulking things, not Boba Fett) appeared. When they began shooting, my brother held the artifact.
But he was shocked and forgot to use it. I threw myself at the ground just as an alien woman to my right was punctured by a stream of gauss or lead, blue blood showering from her back. She fell, dead, partially on top of me, and when the assailants shot at what they believed to be bodies, this is all that saved me from injury.
My brother lived. The bounty hunters (I suppose) made their way through a large cathedral door to a first, and then a second inner sanctum, both looking like additional church structures. I chastised my brother for not using the artifact--because had he, he likely could have saved a number of beings. Thus I made him give me the device and the scene shifted.
I was alone with a mission to avenge the death of a captain. My small star ship, much like a Wraith from Starcraft, approached a hive-like colony, and I was prepared to slaughter wrecklessly. Which I did, in far less detail than the first scene, but I met a creature that reminded me of Kimahri from Final Fantasy 10.
Another scene change and I had decided to return to a home planet--one that sounded like Tatooine put started with a P and had at least one other surprise syllable that I can no longer remember. Upon arriving I was given a menu of locations to travel to, much like might occur in a videogame, and decided to go home.
My faithful pet bloodhound stayed with my stepfather and I decided I wanted the dog with me on my journey. The stepfather was less than thrilled as the creature was, now, his only companion. But the dog agreed with me--and, very oddly, appeared in astral form beside me.
It had decided to leave its flesh--to die. It remained in an energy or spirit form and I had a second party member when a text box appeared alerting me that the planet's capital was under attack.
I decided to load a previous savegame, and this time the captain didn't die and I went straight to my home planet. Instead of selecting home, though, I decided to visit the city--the brother that failed to save lives would be joining me. But in the meantime I had time to kill, so I began looting houses much like all good RPG adventurers are prone to do.
Just as I reached my inventory limit, the city came under attack again. And I woke up.
Honestly, I rarely dream of anything anime. Thus my last dream was strange.
Anime Central was holding a contest in which groups would re-dub entire anime series to, more or less, create entire new watching experiences. Actually, all anime conventions had (in dreamland) been doing this since the mid-80s. I formed a group and we decided to remake Scrapped Princess.
Except, somehow, our rewriting affected the animation--creating an entirely new series with only the animation style and some character images remaining.
In my version of Scrapped Princess, there is a princess that falls deathly ill. All forms of doctors inform that she will soon perish, and that there is no hope of survival. Then, expectedly, comes along a foreign prince promises to find a cure.
The first half of the series is his. He journeys to somewhere remote and finds a cure-all antidote that is promised, at the least, to slow the princess' decline. He also hears a story detailing a lost civilization that had achieved the powers of the gods. Not entirely original, but it built a beginning.
Upon recieving her antidote, the princess regains composure enough to declare, rather adamantly, that she will not die. Ignoring advice from her foreign savior, she determines to uncover this civilization herself--and proceeds to explode from her chamber with an entirely unhuman power, running steadfast in a direction she somehow knows is correct.
Uncovering the ancient civilization means a country-wide area is transformed, rather violently, from quaint rolling farmlands to massive sprawling deathtrap jungle. The transformation sequence is damned cool--and the story then focuses on the foreign prince, having given chase, coping with a new, far more dangerous setting as he witnesses the very land he steps on ripped asunder with high trees, vines, spiders (lots of spiders), and remnants of a lost civilization.
Somewhere inbetween completing our entry, my group (in "reality") decided to road trip to an amusement park. It was a cross between Disneyland and Six Flags Great America, with a small hint of Jurassic Park. Therein, eventually, was a street vendor. For whatever reason, my companions and self decided to verbally abuse him.
He had a heart attack and collapsed, dead.
This took us rather aback. Even more alarming came that no other park-goers seemed to notice this dead man in front of an amusement park storefront. We decided to lock the corpse in the deceased's store.
Odd, as many dreams are.
Dream 2
Events began aboard an interstellar capital ship large enough to support many thousands of space travellers. I was attending a religious mass of sorts with a brother not entirely human.
I assumed the form of Mark Hamil and the other creatures in the room were pulled more or less directly out of Star Wars. Except I discovered, unlike Mark Hamil, an artifact that could create a forcefield. There were no more than 15 other folk in the galactic space chapel (brightly lit, but with gothic architecture) when two bounty hunter creatures (hulking things, not Boba Fett) appeared. When they began shooting, my brother held the artifact.
But he was shocked and forgot to use it. I threw myself at the ground just as an alien woman to my right was punctured by a stream of gauss or lead, blue blood showering from her back. She fell, dead, partially on top of me, and when the assailants shot at what they believed to be bodies, this is all that saved me from injury.
My brother lived. The bounty hunters (I suppose) made their way through a large cathedral door to a first, and then a second inner sanctum, both looking like additional church structures. I chastised my brother for not using the artifact--because had he, he likely could have saved a number of beings. Thus I made him give me the device and the scene shifted.
I was alone with a mission to avenge the death of a captain. My small star ship, much like a Wraith from Starcraft, approached a hive-like colony, and I was prepared to slaughter wrecklessly. Which I did, in far less detail than the first scene, but I met a creature that reminded me of Kimahri from Final Fantasy 10.
Another scene change and I had decided to return to a home planet--one that sounded like Tatooine put started with a P and had at least one other surprise syllable that I can no longer remember. Upon arriving I was given a menu of locations to travel to, much like might occur in a videogame, and decided to go home.
My faithful pet bloodhound stayed with my stepfather and I decided I wanted the dog with me on my journey. The stepfather was less than thrilled as the creature was, now, his only companion. But the dog agreed with me--and, very oddly, appeared in astral form beside me.
It had decided to leave its flesh--to die. It remained in an energy or spirit form and I had a second party member when a text box appeared alerting me that the planet's capital was under attack.
I decided to load a previous savegame, and this time the captain didn't die and I went straight to my home planet. Instead of selecting home, though, I decided to visit the city--the brother that failed to save lives would be joining me. But in the meantime I had time to kill, so I began looting houses much like all good RPG adventurers are prone to do.
Just as I reached my inventory limit, the city came under attack again. And I woke up.
posted by SJ at 8/28/2005 10:39:00 AM
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