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Defending the Factory
By admin | June 23, 2008
Choppy memories from last night. I was in the country: large fields and dirt/gravel roads for miles. Large farms. There was a threat of invasion of some sort so everyone holed up in a large, abandoned factory.
Then the place became a sort of conference, and yet, due to my relationship with theatres it was also like a production, not just a conference. I was handed a packet of materials that had been folded up. The page I was given was open to 47, I think. I was to present. When I looked up the woman who was presenting currently was at slide 36 or something so I knew I had 11 slides to figure out what the hell I was going to talk about. It was supposed to be PowerPoint. On the first slide there were descriptions of font sizes and positions, etc. I was very bored by the whole thing.
I flipped through the folded up materials. Page 1 had an introduction to the conference on it. I flipped some more. There were instructions for luggage and suitcases. The were instructions for table layout and who was at each table, etc.
I bumped into JB and convinced him to give the talk. He was taking control when I met the person running the show who was surprised I wasn’t talking. I told her what I had done and just then we heard JB tell his first joke and get a tremendous laugh.
The fun ended with the invasion. We were over run. I had a supply bag and plenty of weapons, but not nearly enough. I had a vision within my dream (sort of like a flashback) of the enemy preparing. There were massive birds (eagles) whose feathers were darts that could be removed and thrown. Some of our people had arrows. I had a gun, but my ammunition was limited. There were certain areas of the factory that had to be remembered: this floor had first aid, etc.
I don’t know what happened, but I was outside coming toward the factory. Time had passed. The factory had been overrun. I was coming up some stairs, slowly, with two other people. When I hit a landing my little girl ran out to me. She was all dirty and poorly dressed but she seemed happy. I picked her up and we went into a central room. There were three bums dressed something like Harlequins standing around a barrel fire. To the right was a vast cauldron, probably 30 feet in diameter–it was low, though, like a fountain in a park. The contents were boiling and in the firelight I could see parts of people floating in it. People were being dragged up to it and thrown in. Some people were voluntarily jumping in. I remember something about PH jumping in, and it became more comic. I wondered why anyone of us was sitting as close to the thing as we were. For some reason M was there, too.
There were other smaller dreams, of course, but I can’t recall them. I remember something about a truck and driving in traffic–I think there was a lot of snow or slush and heavy traffic. Then I was in a line of chairs in a classroom waiting to be called or rewarded or graded or something.
Topics: Action Sequences, Conference, Factories, Guns, Opposing Forces, Presence, Presentation, Traffic |