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I've blogged about having video game themed dreams before, but I
don't know that I have ever had as many in one night as I had last night. I don't
recall eating anything spicy later in the evening, which is a surefire way for
me to induce a wild night of subconscious visions. If anything, I think the
dreams were the work of a movie I watched earlier in the evening - Red Lights.
Margaret Matheson and her assistant study paranormal activity, which leads them
to investigate a world-renowned psychic who has resurfaced years after his
toughest critic mysteriously passed away.
The movie had a couple of big names you might recognize - Robert
De Niro and Sigourney Weaver. It was kind of a deep and thought provoking movie,
and in one scene Robert De Niro's character talks about dreams, and how we
often dream several times every night and we don't even know it. I'm not here
to talk about the movie though, only that I think it's what caused me to dream or
at least dream often and remember them.
The first dream is one that I'm sure many of you have probably had
before. You dream you wake up late for work or school. Well, last night or
early this morning I dreamed I stayed up way later than I normally do and woke
up late. Now, I'm fortunate enough to be in a position where I can pretty much
come and go as I please without checking in or out with anybody. I normally get
to work early...because that's what I do...I get there between 7:00 and 7:30. I don't
think my boss would really say anything if I rolled in at 8:00 or 8:30 but any
later than that and he would probably wonder where I was. Well, in my dream I
woke up at 10:00 AM. Nobody had called looking for me or to make sure I was
alive. I was so mad at myself for sleeping late and wondered how I would
explain it away. I couldn't exactly say I stayed up too late playing video
games. It's funny because the dream caused me to actually wake up and I was
laying there for a few minutes trying to drag my butt out of bed, when I
finally realized it was Sunday and I wasn't late for work. I breathed a sigh of
relief and went back to bed...just in time for the next dream to start.
The second one wasn't a dream as much as it was me remembering a
recent video game event. I mean, I was asleep, because as the scene played out
in my mind I was there watching it in person. I can't say too much because I
know there are many people who are playing the game and haven't finished it
yet. But the game was Halo 4 and the scene was perhaps the most memorable event
of the game - almost dreamlike itself. The vivid details and Master Chief
rendered in all of his majestic glory. The dream lasted as long as the scene
from the game and when it ended, the dream was over. But the dreaming wasn't.
The next dream was really kind of weird. It was set in the game of
Minecraft and I was like this omnipotent construction site foreman, capable of
floating around the map as I evaluated the progress of various construction
projects. I am tackling this rather lofty project of building a castle much
like you would find in the Lord of the Rings movies. It's nestled away in the
tops of some rather large and craggy mountain peaks with a river, some of it
man made and some of it formed naturally, that runs around it. A project of
this magnitude has a never ending list of tasks that must be accomplished. The guard
towers need excavated and fortified; the field of wheat needs tilled and
planted; tunnels connecting the various locations need dug out; a bridge
spanning two particular mountain peaks needs built; the river bed needs dredged
to make it deeper...and all of that is necessary before construction on the
actual castle can begin. So, in the dream I was floating around as if I were
assigning tasks to unseen workers or perhaps I was just taking mental notes
of what needed to be done. The dream seemed to go on forever before the sun set
behind the horizon and the creepers emerged from their hiding places...I entered my
personal quarters, climbed into my little red bed, content I could do no more
until the following day...
But the following day never came...just more dreams.
This was another short dream, much like the Halo one. As some of
you know I am in the early stages of job hunting and of course the thought of
working in the video game industry for a big name developer sounds dreamy,
right (see what I did there)? Well, that's exactly what happened in this dream.
If you know I'm job hunting, you also probably know that I am a huge Valve
fanboy and would love nothing more than to be Gabe Newell's personal assistant.
Well, that's kind of the nature of this dream. I don't know how Gabe discovered
me...maybe I was stalking him or hanging outside the gates to his mansion with a
cardboard sign that read "Will Work For Team Fortress 2 Hats"...all I know is he
sent me an email, said he was going to take a chance with me, and we'd figure
out a job for me after I got to the Valve headquarters and he showed me around.
Trust me, this was one of those dreams that you know is a dream while it's
happening. I didn't mind though...I enjoyed every minute of it.
This is where things started to get dark and nightmarish. I
recently started playing Telltale Games - The Walking Dead. I don't want to say
too much because I would like to blog about it more in the future...but let's just
say the primary focus of the game, besides surviving the zombie apocalypse,
seems to be the difficult choices you have to make that seem to be life and
death decisions - somebody will live and somebody will die. The result makes
for some very tense and stressful game play. In this particular dream, I was in
the Walking Dead...not the comic book or TV adaptation. It was definitely the
video game version. Some of the characters like Lee and Clementine were there (I've
never read the comics, so I don't know if they're in them) and I had to make
some fairly difficult decisions for the safety of the group and for my own
wellbeing. I am surprised how emotionally draining the game can be, and this
dream was no better. I got myself in a bad spot, and with my chances of
survival quickly running out of options, I woke up. And was glad I did. I'd
like to think I'm ready for the zombie apocalypse, but having lived through the
initial outbreak in a dream, I definitely have some edits to make to my zombie
survival plan (which has also inspired another potential blog idea).
Ah, the next one was funny, although it didn't seem like it at the
time. Have you ever had a dream where it seems so real while it is happening,
but when you wake up and think about it, it is absolutely ridiculous? Well,
that was this dream. I played Team Fortress 2 for quite a while last night, and
there were a couple of chaps who had me really fired up over their lame style
of game play. Well, in my dream...I was with a team of people on a real no
kidding version of 2Fort. We must've been playing something like paintball or were
using some other non-lethal form of weaponry, because we weren't dying or
really worried about shooting the other players. The opposing team was camping
our spawn and none of my teammates were able to push free. Well, I remember
telling a "heavy" armed with chain gun to spin that bad boy up because I was
about to throw some jarate on the opposing team.
Okay, all stop.
Most of you probably don't play Team Fortress 2, so you have no
idea what jarate is. Well, I'll tell you, or at least...show you.
Now, in my dream...this was serious business...only, when I threw the
jarate and it got several of the bad guys all wet, next thing I know is this
giant of a man walks over and he is mad as all get out. He has the jarate
dripping off of his face and I can tell he's getting ready to pummel me...I
proclaim my status as a peaceful and fun loving medic...which does little to
squash his ire. Just when things are about to get physical...the alarm sounds
that red just picked up blue's intel...and everybody scrambles to protect their
side's interests. Later on, when I woke up and recalled throwing a jar of pee
on the opposing team to gain a tactical advantage, I laughed at myself for ever
thinking it "felt" real. How does our mind trick us into thinking something so
ridiculous feels real? I'll never know...
The final dream of the night was part inspired from a movie and
from a game. Earlier in the day, or maybe it was the previous day...the family
and I watched the Expendables 2 (great movie by the way). One of the characters
is armed with a Barrett sniper rifle, and the movie is fairly accurate with
just how powerful the weapon truly is. Shortly thereafter I watched my son play
some Black Ops II. I don't know the name of the map, but there is a severely
damaged rocket in the center of it. The map
seemed pretty cool. He was totally dominating the round (was the top scorer for
his team for the five rounds I watched him play) and it was on this rocket map
where he pulled off an unbelievable across the map headshot...with his pistol. I
know, I know...that's why so many people hate Black Ops...but it wasn't like that.
This sniper was shooting at him and you could hear the rounds plinking next to
him. He was strafing left and right while firing the pistol. He would get a hit
marker here and there but the pesky sniper was determined to take him out.
Well, he emptied a magazine or two and had gotten probably three hit markers
and finally on the next hit, it flashed up that he got the kill...a headshot. In
my dream, I found myself in a similar predicament...same map...but I was running up
the dirt mounds around the rocket...getting shot at by this sniper. I didn't have
a pistol though. I had a Barrett. And I didn't need two magazines to take out
the sniper. I only needed one well-placed headshot. I ran around the map for a
little while longer, but it was almost like I was a character in the
Expendables 2. While all this was going on, I knew it was a dream and somewhere
in my subconscious state, I had this idea for a side scrolling first person
shooter...which doesn't sound plausible when you think about it...but it made sense
in my dream. I woke up to jot the idea down in my phone, and who knows...maybe
one day I'll blog about it so it will make more sense for you all.
It was then I noticed the alarm clock said 10:00 AM and for a
split second I thought I was late for work again, but then I remembered...I didn't
work today. Nothing like staying up playing video games, even if it does mean
you're going to have some crazy and bizarre dreams. Who knows, maybe when I
wake up tomorrow to start a new work week, I'll have an email from Gabe Newell
asking me if I want to come work for Valve. Until then, I guess I'll just keep
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering,
fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." Edgar