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... I woke up this morning dreaming something that could have been an episode of Doctor Who. Which would be fine, except I went to bed last night having watched an anime about royalty in a fantasy medieval China equivalent (Saiunkoku Monogatari, for the curious).
I would love to know how my brain apparently got from swords and imperial examinations to time-travelling bombs. I mean, I'm just saying -_-;
That was what I was dreaming about, last night. Which would be more understandable, maybe, if I'd gone to bed watching something more along the lines of Doctor Who, or Primeval, or possibly the X-files. But no. Medieval fastasy anime. *shakes head*
My brain, it is funky, yes?
I would love to know how my brain apparently got from swords and imperial examinations to time-travelling bombs. I mean, I'm just saying -_-;
It was a hell of a dream, though (nightmarish bits included). Me and my partner (tall, skinny blond bloke, after that I've no clue) were running around a city, first trying to escape the events, then trying to help people through them once we figured out part of what was going on.
The RAF was dropping bombs on us through holes in time. And no, I've no idea why the RAF as opposed to, say, the Luftwaffe, or if they were actually the RAF at all or some other force just calling themselves the RAF. But. And it took us a while to figure out what was going. The first time looked like just a random actual bombing that we just barely escaped. But when we looked up a few minutes later, there was no damage. Despite the world having been mostly on fire a minute ago. There was no fire, and no damage, and nothing to say that anything had just happened. There were people skirting past us looking askance, because apparently we'd been the only ones who'd noticed, you know, the bomb going off.
We figured out that once the event had passed, all material damage caused by it disappeared. Also memories, possibly, or maybe just that most people didn't actually know it was happening in the first place. Which, fine, great, lets mostly ignore it, then, aside from getting the hell outta dodge. Except that ... bodies started showing up. Turns out any biological damage caused in the event DIDN'T disappeared, leading to people starting to talk about the invisible bomber and gas bombs and invisible fires.
Which led to me and my partner, who had somehow acquired an ear-piece that let him tune into the event-RAF communications (dreams, gotta love 'em), running around the city trying to clear people out of the upcoming event radii before it was too late. Which was easier said than done, because the event radius wasn't really visible until after the bombs started hitting (it's the bit past which things aren't on fire and people aren't screaming in sudden terror). Also easier said than done because, until bombs started hitting, it's difficult to move people on the grounds of invisible time-travelling RAF bombers. I mean, just saying.
I woke up this morning after trying to move half a playground's worth of kids, plus three adults, out of an event. And possibly I woke up because there was a kid with her mom in a car, and the mom ... got hit, and I had to get a kid out of a car with a body in it, and actually that bit of the dream wasn't good. That bit wasn't good at all (the hell, subconscious, what?).
But. Um. Yes.
The RAF was dropping bombs on us through holes in time. And no, I've no idea why the RAF as opposed to, say, the Luftwaffe, or if they were actually the RAF at all or some other force just calling themselves the RAF. But. And it took us a while to figure out what was going. The first time looked like just a random actual bombing that we just barely escaped. But when we looked up a few minutes later, there was no damage. Despite the world having been mostly on fire a minute ago. There was no fire, and no damage, and nothing to say that anything had just happened. There were people skirting past us looking askance, because apparently we'd been the only ones who'd noticed, you know, the bomb going off.
We figured out that once the event had passed, all material damage caused by it disappeared. Also memories, possibly, or maybe just that most people didn't actually know it was happening in the first place. Which, fine, great, lets mostly ignore it, then, aside from getting the hell outta dodge. Except that ... bodies started showing up. Turns out any biological damage caused in the event DIDN'T disappeared, leading to people starting to talk about the invisible bomber and gas bombs and invisible fires.
Which led to me and my partner, who had somehow acquired an ear-piece that let him tune into the event-RAF communications (dreams, gotta love 'em), running around the city trying to clear people out of the upcoming event radii before it was too late. Which was easier said than done, because the event radius wasn't really visible until after the bombs started hitting (it's the bit past which things aren't on fire and people aren't screaming in sudden terror). Also easier said than done because, until bombs started hitting, it's difficult to move people on the grounds of invisible time-travelling RAF bombers. I mean, just saying.
I woke up this morning after trying to move half a playground's worth of kids, plus three adults, out of an event. And possibly I woke up because there was a kid with her mom in a car, and the mom ... got hit, and I had to get a kid out of a car with a body in it, and actually that bit of the dream wasn't good. That bit wasn't good at all (the hell, subconscious, what?).
But. Um. Yes.
That was what I was dreaming about, last night. Which would be more understandable, maybe, if I'd gone to bed watching something more along the lines of Doctor Who, or Primeval, or possibly the X-files. But no. Medieval fastasy anime. *shakes head*
My brain, it is funky, yes?