Had the craziest dreams last night…. It would seem that my typical daytime activities are dominating my unconscious thoughts once again. The last time this happened was a couple years ago when we implemented SAP at my work. The bulk of the changeover lasted for a brutally stressful six weeks. Six weeks of 10-14 hour days, 6-7 days a week. In just over a month I logged 90 hours-worth of overtime. The anxiety and frustration that accompanied every long day of that incredibly difficult software transition eventually led to a near nervous breakdown on my part. I had come home early (7pm) on a Friday night cuz I was feeling kinda ill… and ended up in bed, shaking, crying and vomiting. I couldn’t get visions of SAP and work out of my head, every time I closed my eyes I would see my computer screen and my coworkers, clear as day. Needless to say I finally took a weekend off.
Alright, I didn’t mean to go quite that far in that direction… what I was getting at just reminded me of that time in my life… spending enough time at something that it began to dominate my off-time thinking. Except this is a happy thing. And what I was getting at was, *wait for it…*, World of Warcraft again.
Last night I had some dreams that were undoubtedly virtually stimulated. I dreamt that my brother, Spencer and I, and maybe a few other people that I undoubtedly knew but couldn’t identify, were exploring some kind of dungeonesque environment. We were standing in a large open chamber, surrounded by wide doors and open archways that led to other chambers. Every so often this one door would open up, and with the efficient predictability of an 8-bit Nintendo game, two shambling zombies would “jog” towards us. We’d meet them head-on and dispatch them rather quickly. They were, after all, just level 1 monsters... and we were all at least level 3 or 4. This got boring after a while, and it was decided that we would venture into one of the other doorways. Doorway number 1 was out of the question, we could see level 10+ monsters running around in there. We moved on to another door and headed in... this one turned out to be an underground city, inhabited by the undead; all going about their daily business like it was a big shopping mall. Our group somehow managed to instantly disguise ourselves to fit in, either that or the zombies just didn’t care that we were among them. This was kinda odd for me... in the game I play a Paladin, a holy warrior who’s gifted in battling the undead and their nasty ilk. So I’ve of course never been welcome in Undercity, the undead player’s capital…. but I doubt that it looks like a mall inside. Anyways, most of the group had wandered off now, and my brother and I were just touring about. We came to a glass-fronted store that had a big sign overtop of it, “Double Tamped Plots” was its name. I wondered what that meant…. graves that had been packed extra tight with dirt in order to ensure that their contents remained below? The inside of the store was just a large, unfurnished area, with a 40 ft circular dirt patch in the center… and there were 3 zombies playing baseball on it, just the pitcher, batter and catcher though, no bases. Something about this room made my brother really excited, he ran in through the sliding glass doors then back and forth across the dirt patch. The zombies stopped their game and stood against the wall, watching him with blank faces. Just as I figured that something wasn’t quite right, and moved to pull my brother out of the room, two giant gorilla skeletons burst from the dirt directly in front of him, and he ran right into them. He pulled out a sword and tried to fight them off, but they were a much higher level than him and he was in big trouble. So I reached for my weapon, which had for some reason transformed into my keychain remote for my car’s door locks. I pointed it at the nearest skeleton and began pushing the unlock button as quickly as I could, and noiseless little streams of green bullets came out in clustered groups. The keychain remote was impossible to aim, and even the ones that managed to make contact did frustratingly little damage to the monster. I knew this because I wondered if I was making any impact, and right then a health meter appeared in the corner of my vision, telling me that I was going to run out of ammunition long before this thing died... but I had no choice but to keep on firing. Right about there is where it ended, my brother and I obviously perishing shortly after I awoke from the odd crap that my subconscious had strung together.
Yeah. Back to work now.
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