Rubicon

[ellenscult]

I had problems sleeping last night, thanks to lurgisome cough and cold, so I finally got some sleep this morning. And promptly had bizarre Rubicon-inspired¹ dreams.

First dream:

Civilisation has fallen, the wibbly TMEs and associated monsters have taken it down, and I'm on clearance duty in a small deserted shopping arcade. Elaine's on backup. We pick a shop which has a good upstairs, maybe to spot from? But ustairs, there's a blonde-haired, middle-aged woman sheltering in the corner. We start talking, and there's something odd about her. I pull out my gun and start shooting her. Even though I'm using the blue-tipped rounds, she keeps on coming towards me, clawing at me with her hands. I manage to tip her over the railing and she falls down the stairs. She changes into a guy I know, but with a very long tongue, and starts to come back up the stairs. I know she's going to try strangling us with that tongue.

Second dream:

I'm in an office in a base. This is the last bastion of humanity, and when the wibbly things find it, it'll fall. There's a ship there, which I have to get into and blast off in, and I'll go back in time and try to give humanity a head start on how to fight the evil. But I don't know how to stop them, and all hope is gone. Then inspiration strikes, and I start to kick and tear at the wall. Behind it there is a cache of information and gadgets which will give us all the chance to fight the evil and win. I know in here there is the knowledge of how to kill the evil once and for all. I struggle into my space suit (I know, it doesn't have to make sense) aided by the couple of people left manning the office. I'm packed into this tiny ship, and I blast off just as the TMEs start coming through the door. Just in time!

So Derek, now I know what I have to do in the game... (Should I really base my in-game behaviour on these dreams? Hmmm...)

1. Rubicon is the bizarre horror role-playing game I'm in on a Sunday evening, run by Derek.

Comments

[wiseoldbob.livejournal.com]

I wonder if the "blue-tipped rounds" mean "friendly fire" - from the expression "blue-on-blue". The middle-aged woman is clearly you in the future, keeping coming towards you like the inevitable onset of dotage. Throwing her over the rail, you manage to assert yourself in the present, but you know she is still coming to getcha!
I'm intrigued by the very long tongue. Something to do with gossip perhaps? Or maybe it’s a “saga”

I dream a lot about things being hidden in walls, or walls having passages in them. In one dream all of this reality that we know is really taking place inside the walls of a huge prison or fortress. Scratch away at this reality and you find plasterboard with crumbling plaster covering decrepit wooden latticing. Eventually we crawl through the walls and find ourselves looking out onto a vast city long abandoned, covered in ivy and decaying to rubble. . .