My official trip report is forthcoming, but first, before I forget, I want to write about a dream I had the first night there.
In my dream, I was as I was in real life. Asleep on the 60th floor of Caesars Palace. I am awakened to the sound of a large explosion. I look out my window and see that a plane has crashed into Harrah's. I also see dozens of other planes approaching their targets on the strip, including my building.
I rush to the stairwell, and some how instantaneously get outside before impact. It is chaos on the streets. Thousands of people running in all directions. Many of them of arab descent. Some of them are innocent bystanders, but some quickly brandish weapons and start shooting people. I'm not sure who to trust, so I run.
I notice that now many people are using what I somehow know to be a quantum disassembler gun, which first causes local gravity to increase forcing peoples matter into a degenerate state, then reduces that matter to quarks, then negates the Pauli Exclusion Principal which finally turns people into nothingness. I don't know why I know all this detail.
I am captured with along with other people and appear next to a circle of outward facing chairs with cushions. We are told one of us will die by way of the quantum gun, and we must choose a chair and look under the cushion. I run around in this twisted game of musical chairs, and flip one of the cushions. A paper heart with some writing on it that I can't make out flutters out and falls to the ground from between the chair and cushion as the air rushes in.
I look to the center of the chair circle and see that a void of nothingness is expanding outward. I move to run away, but see that it is coming toward me from the outside of the circle too. When they meet at me, I am utterly destroyed into nothingness and die, wondering why the bad people would bother tricking me in the first place, and not just kill me straight away.
I then woke up.
Comments (6)
Sounds like a Let it Ride game... no... wait, nothing like that.
Too much Half Life 2? Heavy Mars Attacks viewings?
That's fucked up :)
Posted by Astin | December 17, 2008 10:01 AM
Posted on December 17, 2008 10:01
Stop eating all those sweets before you go to bed... At least that's what my grandma always told me. What a trip!
Posted by jamyhawk | December 17, 2008 10:02 AM
Posted on December 17, 2008 10:02
I had almost exactly the same dream! How weird!!!!
Except in my dream, I was not who I was in real life. I also was Awake, not Asleep. I don't remember the large explosion, but I did look out my window. There was no plane but 'cause I was drunk, I crashed into a lot of buildings.
I fell down the stairwell which instantaneously landed me outside. It was chaos picking myself up off the street. Two people running away as fast as they could. Both of them of American descent. One of them an innocent bystander, but the other, the other could never get across the Canadian Border.
My dream was also missing the quantum disassembler gun, which is really a crying shame. That thing sounds pretty damn cool, as far a dream weapons go.
I never got captured or anything, and I don't really recall a circle of outward facing chairs with cushions.
HEY !!! I woke up too!
See! They're nearly identical! So weird Vin!
For my $0.02, it has to be the sweets! It just CAN'T be the booze.
:)
Posted by Bam-Bam | December 17, 2008 12:29 PM
Posted on December 17, 2008 12:29
More like stop eating mushrooms before you go to bed!!
And stop watching all of those documentaries on HBO (house of saddam), and the reruns of 9/11 on the history and discovery channels.
And I think somehow your (assumed by me) trip to the Pinball HoF (or whatever it's called), might have had something to do with this??
Just a judgement call on my part. I was waiting for a point in the story where you said you were running down the strip beig chased by a large silver ball named Al Sayed.
Posted by Riggs | December 17, 2008 12:41 PM
Posted on December 17, 2008 12:41
This sounds like a bad beat story. You outflop the terrorists with the instantaneous hotel escape, but they runner-runner you with the quantum disassembler gun and the musical chairs game. I think this is your subconscious trying to deal with something bad that happened at the poker table.
And you still owe everyone $1.
Posted by Jestocost | December 17, 2008 2:34 PM
Posted on December 17, 2008 14:34
I do not believe I have ever been on a stranger trip.
Wait, I meant Las Vegas ...
Posted by PirateLawyer | December 17, 2008 8:03 PM
Posted on December 17, 2008 20:03