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xaq_the_aereonHad a rather vivid dream last night. I dreamed that I was at a convention of some sort...or, rather, at my hotel room for said convention...in a more grandiose, somewhat Miami-ish version of Las Vegas. I was doing some painting when I realized that it was getting close to 8:00 and there was an event I wanted to go check out. I couldn't remember where the event was, though, and with the huge crowd in the central lobby it was hard to get a look at the lone copy of the convention's schedule. Fortunately, I had a remote-control car with me that had a built-in camera on it, and was capable of driving pretty much anywhere.
So I grabbed my backpack and ran down to the lobby, which was set up a bit like a cross between a classroom and a cafeteria. I come sliding in around the door, spot two of my friends from the local game shop...and before I even have a chance to say hi to them, I realize that I've forgotten the damned RC car! As such, they get treated to watching me run in, stop, turn around, and dart back out, laughing at my wackiness as I vanish back around the corner.
I git back up to my room, grabbed the little yellow car with its equally yellow controller (complete with monitor for viewing the camera feed), and rushed back out. Apparently I went out the wrong door, however, because instead of being back in the lobby, I was out on the balcony of the 37th floor...of a hotel that doesn't have balconies.
WHOOPS!
Dropping past 3 levels of streets and stores, I saw the old section of town coming up at me kinda quick. I nailed the landing a few seconds later, though, leaving a huge, comical dent in the street as if it had been made out of a soda can, and got back running, trying to find the way back in. Sadly, on top of being a bit oceanside-like and more grandiose, this version of Vegas was also apparently built like a labyrinth whose lowest level was a maze of graffiti- and plywood-covered buildings; the kind of place a cop goes and spends an hour in order to catch his monthly quota of perps.
I promptly pulled my sword out of my backpack, made for the nearest ramp back up to the civilized sectors...and woke up.
Bwugh.
So I grabbed my backpack and ran down to the lobby, which was set up a bit like a cross between a classroom and a cafeteria. I come sliding in around the door, spot two of my friends from the local game shop...and before I even have a chance to say hi to them, I realize that I've forgotten the damned RC car! As such, they get treated to watching me run in, stop, turn around, and dart back out, laughing at my wackiness as I vanish back around the corner.
I git back up to my room, grabbed the little yellow car with its equally yellow controller (complete with monitor for viewing the camera feed), and rushed back out. Apparently I went out the wrong door, however, because instead of being back in the lobby, I was out on the balcony of the 37th floor...of a hotel that doesn't have balconies.
WHOOPS!
Dropping past 3 levels of streets and stores, I saw the old section of town coming up at me kinda quick. I nailed the landing a few seconds later, though, leaving a huge, comical dent in the street as if it had been made out of a soda can, and got back running, trying to find the way back in. Sadly, on top of being a bit oceanside-like and more grandiose, this version of Vegas was also apparently built like a labyrinth whose lowest level was a maze of graffiti- and plywood-covered buildings; the kind of place a cop goes and spends an hour in order to catch his monthly quota of perps.
I promptly pulled my sword out of my backpack, made for the nearest ramp back up to the civilized sectors...and woke up.
Bwugh.