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Slept in this morning. Got up, called in sick to work, went back to bed. Dreamed.
Dreamed about SG-1 visiting a planet shortly before it was overrun by bad guys. They spent several months helping to organize a revolt. Oddly, throughout most of this dream I was simply an observer, I wasn't part of the story. When the moment came for the sudden revolt, suddenly I was part of the story. Even as the dream story was unfolding, I was thinking about nitpicks that bothered me.
Like how did the good guys manage to maintain (or acquire) all the weapons they had stashed around for the big revolt? Sloppy work on the part of the bad guys. Ditto for allowing them as much freedom as was clearly required to plan and organize this revolt without being noticed. I can't even enjoy a dream anymore without my internal critic pointing out logic problems with the story!
Anyhow. Lots of shooting and fighting all around. I captured a weapon from a dead bad guy. I was a little disappointed that it turned out to be a submachine gun instead of something cool like a blaster. Nonetheless it worked. I walked around doing headshots at the bad guys.
Including, I must point out, bad guys who lying on the ground already. Clearly I am a firm believer in the coup de grace. I don't want "dead" bad guys getting up and causing more trouble. A few people objected to my bloodthirsty approach, but I paid them no attention.
Then I ran into one of the senior bad guys by surprise. We looked at each other. I pointed my gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Click. He tried to draw his gun, so I grappled with him. I remember thinking, "This is why Cassandra* uses a sword! Swords. Don't. Jam!"
Not to worry, I killed him real good.
*A character I write in a game who uses--surprise--a sword! Also a gun if she can get one. But still....
Dreamed about SG-1 visiting a planet shortly before it was overrun by bad guys. They spent several months helping to organize a revolt. Oddly, throughout most of this dream I was simply an observer, I wasn't part of the story. When the moment came for the sudden revolt, suddenly I was part of the story. Even as the dream story was unfolding, I was thinking about nitpicks that bothered me.
Like how did the good guys manage to maintain (or acquire) all the weapons they had stashed around for the big revolt? Sloppy work on the part of the bad guys. Ditto for allowing them as much freedom as was clearly required to plan and organize this revolt without being noticed. I can't even enjoy a dream anymore without my internal critic pointing out logic problems with the story!
Anyhow. Lots of shooting and fighting all around. I captured a weapon from a dead bad guy. I was a little disappointed that it turned out to be a submachine gun instead of something cool like a blaster. Nonetheless it worked. I walked around doing headshots at the bad guys.
Including, I must point out, bad guys who lying on the ground already. Clearly I am a firm believer in the coup de grace. I don't want "dead" bad guys getting up and causing more trouble. A few people objected to my bloodthirsty approach, but I paid them no attention.
Then I ran into one of the senior bad guys by surprise. We looked at each other. I pointed my gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Click. He tried to draw his gun, so I grappled with him. I remember thinking, "This is why Cassandra* uses a sword! Swords. Don't. Jam!"
Not to worry, I killed him real good.
*A character I write in a game who uses--surprise--a sword! Also a gun if she can get one. But still....
