Too little sleep and too much to do
Apr. 22nd, 2008 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fuchsA few days ago I had an epiphany... *again*. To-Do-Lists are tools, they shouldn't be tyrants. Maaaaan, fuchs, get a clue already. Anyway, I did, uh, quite a lot the last few days, and there's even more I should have done and didn't do. Since I'm taking random pictures of my days I should do a picspam again, but alas...
Anyway, I wanted to write down the dream I had tonight. Full moon and the likes, I dream in high definition quality these days.
There were "zombies" everywhere, only they weren't zombies, and I was quite annoyed that everyone kept calling them that. They were more like mutants, and we had to use the right term to ever find a solution for this.
Right now we were searching for weapons, quite in a frenzy, really, shouting at each other, nerves highly strung. We had met some guys who looked old school silicon valley geeky, but they had flamethrowers and grenades and everything! So my guys and them argued, voices horse, while I looked out of the window, frowning.
Evening was beginning, and while we were quite well placed in this unfinished office building with its high levels and missing windows, we shouldn't be here at nightfall. Not that the not-zombies wouldn't attack in broad daylight, too (See, not really zombies, I'm telling you!), their upper hand in the fighting ability departement grew worse at night, though. They had a smell of sense like dogs, and their eyes reflected the light, I knew.
The geeks agreed to join us, unhappily, mind. The big-chested guy they had been arguing with was not one to take a no for an answer, though.
They told us about their computer lab with all the important information they had tried to reach since it all had started, and we nodded harshly and geared up. Mission: Get to the lab, haul out the geek equipment.
On our way over to the university building they told us the lay of the land: The lab was in the cellar, which of course made us curse a blue streak on university fundings and budget cuts for pc squads. Cellars were death traps, and a tension began to build between all our shoulder blades. We scurried across open streets, hard soldier boots long since replaced with silent sneakers, one at a time, the others keeping watch. The geek with the nice face and the horrible glasses whispering about a tunnel they knew of, an emergency exit from the pc cellar. He said, the legendary![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaneda had built this tunnel, just to be on the safe side. We nodded gravely. Smart person, that, thinking ahead for eventual zombie attacks. (And that made sense, I thought, Kan had worked in IT for quite some time, I knew.)
No birds were chirping, just the wind in the full summer leaves, and us, stifling our hard breathing (damn, flamethrowers are heavy). Just when we reached the steps to the small university building, they attacked.
In the few seconds while we were still hastily aiming weapons or even just getting them from our backs in our hands, a dog barked. Someone aimed at the buff, goldenhaired bulldog that seemed to be charging at us, but I hollered at him not to shoot it.
A golden dog, since I have been a small girl, has been in my dreams time and time again, keeping me company, sharing my misery, sometimes even guiding me. It had always been quite a small dog, though, more of a cocker spaniel than a bulldog. He jumped at me to lick my face, newly wide chops and big theeth and all, whining happily and wagging its tail.
I looked at the attacking zombies while petting my dog. They had "dogs" too, but those had more eyes than usual, four in the front and one on each side, normally formed but fluorescent yellowish green, shining in the shadows from which the zombies attacked. And I thought: Right, this isn't what a dog should look like at all, I almost forgot.
I called out to the others that I'd go ahead with the dog, which instantly started running into the cellar, all business like. I followed, my steps on the floor eerily normal, like an everyday student on an average university day... if one ignored the gunfire in the background.
There was music playing down there, getting louder with every corner I took, which made me very mad. I imagined an astonished not-quite-zombie standing at the *other* end of the tunnel, listening to it, wondering what kind of humans were stupid enough to betray themselves like that.
I could feel the adrenalin overdose kicking in, macking me twitchy and extremely focused at the same time. I tried to find the one pc which had obviously winamp running. All the computers were on, but not a single one of the screens, and in the typical geek mess (There was an unopened can of diet pepsi, worth a life, these days) I couldn't find all the wireless mouses. Then, winamp, thank god, and a stupid winamp skin which made it hard to find the right button and then - blessed silence. For a second I thought about how this music had been playing since the mess started, how everything was exactly like they had left it, down here, cinema tickets, long since expired, for a show that never was shown, everyday garbage and pictures of loved once, even a sandwhich, missing just one bite... and all of it's edibility.
I had been thinking frantically how to find the right information in this mess, and should we try to extract all the hard drives or rather try to haul the whole towers? And what about the things that might not have been quite as crucial as the infos, but man, a real before-desaster coffeinated beverage...
The others were coming nearer, as was the sound of our mashine guns. At long last the geek squad and some helping hands could join me in the actual lab, now that we had a smaller entrance to defend. I hoped they had chosen a very small door to fall back behind, and I hoped it wasn't the last stop, we needed any time we could get. Glasses-geek said, slightly panicking, that he had to find the tunnel, now, and got a very harsh "What?!" for that. They said they would find the entrance to the tunnel, they were sure, and I thought about my mantra of these days: One had to trust in these plotlines. We would find the tunnel *just* in time, though we would lose the annoying blond bimbo that had somehow managed to survive until now. I just hoped that my dog and my wide chested soldier companion both would survive this movie.
EDIT: And before I forget yet another birthday: Happy Birthdayrattenmaus! >_< I'm sooo behind with sending you my little package...
Anyway, I wanted to write down the dream I had tonight. Full moon and the likes, I dream in high definition quality these days.
There were "zombies" everywhere, only they weren't zombies, and I was quite annoyed that everyone kept calling them that. They were more like mutants, and we had to use the right term to ever find a solution for this.
Right now we were searching for weapons, quite in a frenzy, really, shouting at each other, nerves highly strung. We had met some guys who looked old school silicon valley geeky, but they had flamethrowers and grenades and everything! So my guys and them argued, voices horse, while I looked out of the window, frowning.
Evening was beginning, and while we were quite well placed in this unfinished office building with its high levels and missing windows, we shouldn't be here at nightfall. Not that the not-zombies wouldn't attack in broad daylight, too (See, not really zombies, I'm telling you!), their upper hand in the fighting ability departement grew worse at night, though. They had a smell of sense like dogs, and their eyes reflected the light, I knew.
The geeks agreed to join us, unhappily, mind. The big-chested guy they had been arguing with was not one to take a no for an answer, though.
They told us about their computer lab with all the important information they had tried to reach since it all had started, and we nodded harshly and geared up. Mission: Get to the lab, haul out the geek equipment.
On our way over to the university building they told us the lay of the land: The lab was in the cellar, which of course made us curse a blue streak on university fundings and budget cuts for pc squads. Cellars were death traps, and a tension began to build between all our shoulder blades. We scurried across open streets, hard soldier boots long since replaced with silent sneakers, one at a time, the others keeping watch. The geek with the nice face and the horrible glasses whispering about a tunnel they knew of, an emergency exit from the pc cellar. He said, the legendary
kaneda had built this tunnel, just to be on the safe side. We nodded gravely. Smart person, that, thinking ahead for eventual zombie attacks. (And that made sense, I thought, Kan had worked in IT for quite some time, I knew.)No birds were chirping, just the wind in the full summer leaves, and us, stifling our hard breathing (damn, flamethrowers are heavy). Just when we reached the steps to the small university building, they attacked.
In the few seconds while we were still hastily aiming weapons or even just getting them from our backs in our hands, a dog barked. Someone aimed at the buff, goldenhaired bulldog that seemed to be charging at us, but I hollered at him not to shoot it.
A golden dog, since I have been a small girl, has been in my dreams time and time again, keeping me company, sharing my misery, sometimes even guiding me. It had always been quite a small dog, though, more of a cocker spaniel than a bulldog. He jumped at me to lick my face, newly wide chops and big theeth and all, whining happily and wagging its tail.
I looked at the attacking zombies while petting my dog. They had "dogs" too, but those had more eyes than usual, four in the front and one on each side, normally formed but fluorescent yellowish green, shining in the shadows from which the zombies attacked. And I thought: Right, this isn't what a dog should look like at all, I almost forgot.
I called out to the others that I'd go ahead with the dog, which instantly started running into the cellar, all business like. I followed, my steps on the floor eerily normal, like an everyday student on an average university day... if one ignored the gunfire in the background.
There was music playing down there, getting louder with every corner I took, which made me very mad. I imagined an astonished not-quite-zombie standing at the *other* end of the tunnel, listening to it, wondering what kind of humans were stupid enough to betray themselves like that.
I could feel the adrenalin overdose kicking in, macking me twitchy and extremely focused at the same time. I tried to find the one pc which had obviously winamp running. All the computers were on, but not a single one of the screens, and in the typical geek mess (There was an unopened can of diet pepsi, worth a life, these days) I couldn't find all the wireless mouses. Then, winamp, thank god, and a stupid winamp skin which made it hard to find the right button and then - blessed silence. For a second I thought about how this music had been playing since the mess started, how everything was exactly like they had left it, down here, cinema tickets, long since expired, for a show that never was shown, everyday garbage and pictures of loved once, even a sandwhich, missing just one bite... and all of it's edibility.
I had been thinking frantically how to find the right information in this mess, and should we try to extract all the hard drives or rather try to haul the whole towers? And what about the things that might not have been quite as crucial as the infos, but man, a real before-desaster coffeinated beverage...
The others were coming nearer, as was the sound of our mashine guns. At long last the geek squad and some helping hands could join me in the actual lab, now that we had a smaller entrance to defend. I hoped they had chosen a very small door to fall back behind, and I hoped it wasn't the last stop, we needed any time we could get. Glasses-geek said, slightly panicking, that he had to find the tunnel, now, and got a very harsh "What?!" for that. They said they would find the entrance to the tunnel, they were sure, and I thought about my mantra of these days: One had to trust in these plotlines. We would find the tunnel *just* in time, though we would lose the annoying blond bimbo that had somehow managed to survive until now. I just hoped that my dog and my wide chested soldier companion both would survive this movie.
EDIT: And before I forget yet another birthday: Happy Birthday
rattenmaus! >_< I'm sooo behind with sending you my little package...
