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In the dream I had this morning just before waking (a sort of future sci-fi thing, more details under the cut if anyone cares), at one point the group I was with met a famous action director, who made things that were a cross between a fully immersive movie and a limited-choice game. He was doing a promo tour for his latest project, a remake of the classic "Michael Bay's Transformers". For the rest of the dream, ads for this were everywhere, even inside the high security installation I was trying to infiltrate.
Yes, I plan to see Revenge of the Fallen today. :0
For some reason, I was with a group of people infiltrating some government or corporate installation in a high-tech (but non-singularity) future. To get past the first gate, I did something tricky to switch blood samples with some other guy in the line, and he got taken off for interrogation (I was apparently a known problem for the owners of the installation) while I got in on his blood. I seemed confident he'd be released unharmed later, so I must've been a relatively ethical infiltrator (no Weston-style voiceovers, though). Once in with the group, including one confederate of mine but mostly a bunch of normal people, we were led on a guided tour of the lower-security parts of the place. It was at this point that we met the director.
His previous big hit had placed the viewer in the role of a diplomat trying to stop a war between two factions of "Hill People" who had been transplanted into a towering arcology for some reason or another. "The more you try to apply a lipstick solution," he said, meaning cosmetic solutions rather than meaningful ones, "the worse the situation spirals out of control." This was accompanied by clips of people fighting inside the building, then an exterior shot in which chunks are being blown out of the sides and the tower starts to collapse. I commented to my confederate about this being the obvious foreshadowing for our plot, and from that point onward I would occasionally feel that I was inside one of those immersive movies, making it a nested dream.
A scene-cut later, my confederate and I had split off from the tour group and found the labs we were looking for. They were compressed into a small space by something I will now call the Hyperstacks, but it wasn't named in the dream (I name it now because I may want to use it in a story). If you've ever been in a big library, you've seen those sliding stacks where a bunch of shelves are all compressed together on rails. Pressing buttons will make them separate at the desired spot, creating an aisle so you can access the books there. Well, the Hyperstacks looked like that from the side, but when two adjacent panels separated there was an entire room between them, the gap being a gate into a hyperspatial bubble. Each lab was as large as the floor space of the Hyperstacks as a whole, so presumably the boundary of the Hyperstacks defined the bubble size and stabilized it.
We went in and set about freeing our target, but either we'd gotten bad intel or the owners had moved things, because in the stasis tube was some sort of insane genetic monster. Much slaughter ensued, as other tubes were broken open and my never-named confederate got gruesomely killed. I hid in one of the unused tubes and played dead, waiting for the monsters to kill each other off. By the time things settled down, I'd noticed an open window (dream logic, folks...it was no longer a hyperspace bubble accessed via a gate in the deep subbasements of a high security installation, just a lab in some building on the ground floor) and managed to evade the few surviving monsters and escape. As mentioned before the cut, there were ads for Transformers even in here, plastered on the sides of the stasis tubes.
Once outside, I noticed I was in farmland, and after getting away from some ineffective security forces I jumped onto a farming robot (which had a movie ad on its sprayer arm) that was tending the fields, either watering them or doing herbicide or something. I rode this briefly and then heard the booming voice of Brian Blessed crowing about how the robots here were so simple and easy to smash. A winged figure in red and blue power armor that looked nothing like any version of Vultan but that I knew had to be him flew up and invited me to join him in a little mayhem.
At that point I woke up, so I don't know if I'd have stayed on my initial plotline or gone haring off into roboclasty.
So, two things to steal from this. The Hyperstacks, definitely. And I think I might be able to reproduce "Vultan's" armor in City of Heroes. :) Couldn't call the resulting character Vultan, of course, but I can come up with something else.
Yes, I plan to see Revenge of the Fallen today. :0
For some reason, I was with a group of people infiltrating some government or corporate installation in a high-tech (but non-singularity) future. To get past the first gate, I did something tricky to switch blood samples with some other guy in the line, and he got taken off for interrogation (I was apparently a known problem for the owners of the installation) while I got in on his blood. I seemed confident he'd be released unharmed later, so I must've been a relatively ethical infiltrator (no Weston-style voiceovers, though). Once in with the group, including one confederate of mine but mostly a bunch of normal people, we were led on a guided tour of the lower-security parts of the place. It was at this point that we met the director.
His previous big hit had placed the viewer in the role of a diplomat trying to stop a war between two factions of "Hill People" who had been transplanted into a towering arcology for some reason or another. "The more you try to apply a lipstick solution," he said, meaning cosmetic solutions rather than meaningful ones, "the worse the situation spirals out of control." This was accompanied by clips of people fighting inside the building, then an exterior shot in which chunks are being blown out of the sides and the tower starts to collapse. I commented to my confederate about this being the obvious foreshadowing for our plot, and from that point onward I would occasionally feel that I was inside one of those immersive movies, making it a nested dream.
A scene-cut later, my confederate and I had split off from the tour group and found the labs we were looking for. They were compressed into a small space by something I will now call the Hyperstacks, but it wasn't named in the dream (I name it now because I may want to use it in a story). If you've ever been in a big library, you've seen those sliding stacks where a bunch of shelves are all compressed together on rails. Pressing buttons will make them separate at the desired spot, creating an aisle so you can access the books there. Well, the Hyperstacks looked like that from the side, but when two adjacent panels separated there was an entire room between them, the gap being a gate into a hyperspatial bubble. Each lab was as large as the floor space of the Hyperstacks as a whole, so presumably the boundary of the Hyperstacks defined the bubble size and stabilized it.
We went in and set about freeing our target, but either we'd gotten bad intel or the owners had moved things, because in the stasis tube was some sort of insane genetic monster. Much slaughter ensued, as other tubes were broken open and my never-named confederate got gruesomely killed. I hid in one of the unused tubes and played dead, waiting for the monsters to kill each other off. By the time things settled down, I'd noticed an open window (dream logic, folks...it was no longer a hyperspace bubble accessed via a gate in the deep subbasements of a high security installation, just a lab in some building on the ground floor) and managed to evade the few surviving monsters and escape. As mentioned before the cut, there were ads for Transformers even in here, plastered on the sides of the stasis tubes.
Once outside, I noticed I was in farmland, and after getting away from some ineffective security forces I jumped onto a farming robot (which had a movie ad on its sprayer arm) that was tending the fields, either watering them or doing herbicide or something. I rode this briefly and then heard the booming voice of Brian Blessed crowing about how the robots here were so simple and easy to smash. A winged figure in red and blue power armor that looked nothing like any version of Vultan but that I knew had to be him flew up and invited me to join him in a little mayhem.
At that point I woke up, so I don't know if I'd have stayed on my initial plotline or gone haring off into roboclasty.
So, two things to steal from this. The Hyperstacks, definitely. And I think I might be able to reproduce "Vultan's" armor in City of Heroes. :) Couldn't call the resulting character Vultan, of course, but I can come up with something else.
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FRY: Well, sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio... and in magazines... and movies, and at ballgames, and on buses, and milk cartons, and T-shirts, and bananas, and written in the sky. But not in dreams, no sirree.