A strange dream.
Jun. 6th, 2007 04:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stellarwindI had the strangest dream this afternoon/night... (I woke up several times through it but went back to sleep and it continued where it left off - a rare occasion with my dreams).
It started with a somewhat older me and a friend of mine (I have no idea who it is - I suppose the dream made him up) mapping out a building (Metroid style. wtf.) And then we found an abandoned, out-of-use section of the building, near the roof. Everything was grey and concrete and crumbling - looked more like an incomplete segment crossed with an underground parking area - and eerily silent. It was obvious that whoever was using this segment of the building was obviously using it for something involving drugs. But another thing that caught our eyes were - toys. They were everywhere. piled up on each other. Such a strange contrast - toys next to bottles, burned out cigarettes and suspicious chemical trails. While the other two people who were with us were checking out buckets of what appeared to be cement, I noticed something that made me wince - A little girl curled up in the corner of the room. She looked very worn out - possibly abused. Definitely drugged (her eyes were all red, like she had hayfever or something, and she was sorta... shaking?) She couldn't have been older than 10 years old. And she had a ring on her finger - a rather unique design. I don't know WHAT she was doing there and what were my other friends doing, but my first instinct was to let SOMEONE know about that girl. So, I headed out of that floor to find a phone (a random teenage, thin smoker with a suspicious black hood entered the room, and seemed utterly oblivious to everything at the same time - I almost bumped into him by mistake). The moment I left that floor I ran into someone I knew who supposedly lived in that building - they were apparantly worried about me - and they said that they knew - they found out a few moments ago, somehow, and the medical-people are already on the way.
The plot moves several - years, maybe - into the future. The girl was saved from near certain death by medical teams and was still recovering. She seems much more mentally mature than most people her age (she must have been through a hell of a lot out there) but the long-term influence of whatever drug she was being kept on have worn off - and she currently lived in the same building as where I worked, in what appeared to be a medical wing - I apparantly now work in what seems to be... CSI? (O_o). The girl is rather attached to me (much more than the other two people who were with me when we saved her, apparantly) - and it turns out that we are somehow related. Anyhow, she HAS been through a lot - pain apparantly means very little to her, and she makes references, occasionally, to certain things - and certain dates - which later prove to be important (one date she mentioned, her favorite holiday, something that doesn't even exist in the real world and I also forget what it was - turned out to be the day where a co-worker of mine had a few relatives killed in by a certain organization) - but the rest of the time, she didn't seem to know much about what was going on - just a regular, innocent happy child.
WTF.
Anyhow, we were called out to investigate something - me and another co-worker (I have no idea who. o_O) and the girl, for some reason, tagged along with us. We found the criminal gang beating the crap out of some guy, nearly dead... and then they went after us. Cue little chase scene, that wasn't really going our way until the girl suddenly yells out "TRUMP CARD!" and strikes a strange salute. And at that moments the criminals do too! Which gives us the chance to take them down.
I have no idea just how we were related still but the ring had something to do with it.
A while later, by the way, they found another entrance to the same floor and... well, that's just strange. The scene cut to me sitting in the medical wing and talking to the girl (I fail to remember what her name was now... strange), when suddenly this female co-worker of mine (the one who's family got killed) introduces another girl into the recovery wing - she looks EXACTLY like the girl (she was rescued from the same place, but took two days longer to heal... alternate dimension version?) - and was much healthier and less abused. And had the same ring. It was a bit of an ominous moment, because... Dimension/Time paradox?
The thing ended up in a general note of confusion. What the heck. <<
It started with a somewhat older me and a friend of mine (I have no idea who it is - I suppose the dream made him up) mapping out a building (Metroid style. wtf.) And then we found an abandoned, out-of-use section of the building, near the roof. Everything was grey and concrete and crumbling - looked more like an incomplete segment crossed with an underground parking area - and eerily silent. It was obvious that whoever was using this segment of the building was obviously using it for something involving drugs. But another thing that caught our eyes were - toys. They were everywhere. piled up on each other. Such a strange contrast - toys next to bottles, burned out cigarettes and suspicious chemical trails. While the other two people who were with us were checking out buckets of what appeared to be cement, I noticed something that made me wince - A little girl curled up in the corner of the room. She looked very worn out - possibly abused. Definitely drugged (her eyes were all red, like she had hayfever or something, and she was sorta... shaking?) She couldn't have been older than 10 years old. And she had a ring on her finger - a rather unique design. I don't know WHAT she was doing there and what were my other friends doing, but my first instinct was to let SOMEONE know about that girl. So, I headed out of that floor to find a phone (a random teenage, thin smoker with a suspicious black hood entered the room, and seemed utterly oblivious to everything at the same time - I almost bumped into him by mistake). The moment I left that floor I ran into someone I knew who supposedly lived in that building - they were apparantly worried about me - and they said that they knew - they found out a few moments ago, somehow, and the medical-people are already on the way.
The plot moves several - years, maybe - into the future. The girl was saved from near certain death by medical teams and was still recovering. She seems much more mentally mature than most people her age (she must have been through a hell of a lot out there) but the long-term influence of whatever drug she was being kept on have worn off - and she currently lived in the same building as where I worked, in what appeared to be a medical wing - I apparantly now work in what seems to be... CSI? (O_o). The girl is rather attached to me (much more than the other two people who were with me when we saved her, apparantly) - and it turns out that we are somehow related. Anyhow, she HAS been through a lot - pain apparantly means very little to her, and she makes references, occasionally, to certain things - and certain dates - which later prove to be important (one date she mentioned, her favorite holiday, something that doesn't even exist in the real world and I also forget what it was - turned out to be the day where a co-worker of mine had a few relatives killed in by a certain organization) - but the rest of the time, she didn't seem to know much about what was going on - just a regular, innocent happy child.
WTF.
Anyhow, we were called out to investigate something - me and another co-worker (I have no idea who. o_O) and the girl, for some reason, tagged along with us. We found the criminal gang beating the crap out of some guy, nearly dead... and then they went after us. Cue little chase scene, that wasn't really going our way until the girl suddenly yells out "TRUMP CARD!" and strikes a strange salute. And at that moments the criminals do too! Which gives us the chance to take them down.
I have no idea just how we were related still but the ring had something to do with it.
A while later, by the way, they found another entrance to the same floor and... well, that's just strange. The scene cut to me sitting in the medical wing and talking to the girl (I fail to remember what her name was now... strange), when suddenly this female co-worker of mine (the one who's family got killed) introduces another girl into the recovery wing - she looks EXACTLY like the girl (she was rescued from the same place, but took two days longer to heal... alternate dimension version?) - and was much healthier and less abused. And had the same ring. It was a bit of an ominous moment, because... Dimension/Time paradox?
The thing ended up in a general note of confusion. What the heck. <<
