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Firefly, Serenity

"Have a Good Day."

Posted on 2007.07.02 at 13:59
Current Location: 75070
Current Music: Beyond the Red Line; The Fountain

Wash and I were walking around a swimming pool at a compound, mingling with a race of people who wanted to do business with us. We were being friendly and engaging, as were they, but our guard was up just in case. We didn't want to take them at their word that they had favorable intentions. Wash asked that I bring the cart from the 'the mule' which, in this case, was a four-seat flying thing that looked like a cross between a 1/3 scale rotor-less Apache helicopter with no doors, and the drop ship from Aliens. There was a sliding switch in the middle of cockpit I kept pushing the wrong direction - Sliding it up would lower a screen allowing access to the cockpit controls and gages while simultaneously unfolding the seats for use and automatically moving them forward. Sliding it down would do the opposite. Even though it was a short time from start to finish, I felt that if I didn't start remembering which was which, these seconds could become precious if we needed to depart in a hurry. I slid the switch and the seats folded up and back out of the way as the cockpit dials were covered and locked down. This gave me access to a floor panel from which I extracted a small rolling cart. As I rolled the cart toward Wash, two liquid-filled black square plastic bags beamed onto the top surface of the cart. That was a signal. I caught Wash's eye as I walked toward him, slowing pushing the cart, and he understood. He was talking to one of them. We had to get out.

Mal and Zoë were in their spacesuits clinging to a beacon in orbit. They had been trying to ascertain if the race we were in negotiations with were friend or foe. They found what they were looking for - a log of communications detailing their desire to trap us. As a precaution to this eventuality, Zoë brought some liquid explosives and began using transporter technology to beam them to the cart. Our orders were to destroy the compound and get out. Two more of the devices had arrived on the cart by the time I reached Wash. We disengaged from our hosts and each took two. The majority of the people were directly around the pool, so I dropped one bag in each end - as soon as I had done it, I knew I'd blown it. Water disabled these explosive devices! Wash was coming toward me - he motioned for me to get the mule running. I slid the switch up (I remembered this time) just as Mal & Zoë arrived. The four of us mounted the mule and with Wash at the helm, we rose into the air. Mal told us to not worry about setting off the remaining explosives as he just wanted to get us clear. The general population was gathering around now watching us escape. The problem was, we were in a pagoda-type building with short, squat levels and rough-hewn wood-trimmed narrow windows. Hovering at the ceiling, Mal suggested Wash try to break through. We punctured the first level and rose several stories, poking through the ceiling where required. Finally, at the uppermost level, we couldn't get through. We parked the mule on a catwalk surrounding the top level and made our escape through a door.

The four of us walked out on the ground level of a garden of sorts. The sun was shining brightly and we were greeted by a nearly androgynous groundskeeper dressed as an Army Drill Instructor with the rank of Master Sergeant on her sleeve. An identical groundskeeper was cleaning the gravel path. "Did you enjoy your tour?" She asked us, hands on hips. We turned back and the pagoda was a scale-model representing the very series episode we had just relived. It was very unsettling. Stranger still, was the pungent smell of dogshit. I looked down and the gravel paths wound through well-manicured fields of glistening marbled dogshit where the grass should be. We were overcome with disorientation and the overwhelming smell so we headed down the path for the exit. As we approached the gate to the gardens, a third clone of the groundskeeper was on a riding lawnmower atop the dogshit, and in a disturbing voice stated, "Have a good day."

I had that dream early last week, and the moment I awoke I knew it would be a difficult task to write down what had occurred in a linear representation, and thought I would have lost the story by the end of the day. When that didn't occur, I continued to think about the dream, to make sure I could correctly recall the series of events and made sure I wasn't leaving any major player or event out. So while I'm quite certain I've missed something, this was what I recalled to the best of my ability. I went through this exercise again last night, and this morning took the following notes:

It has come to my attention that some readers of this blog are not familiar with the series Firefly or the follow-up motion picture Serenity. The people mentioned in this dream are from that show. Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds is the Captain of the Firefly-class freighter, Serenity. Hoban "Wash" Washburne is the pilot of Serenity with a penchant for Hawaiian shirts and dinosaurs. Zoë is Wash's wife and the Captain's First Mate.


Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-07-02 19:09 (UTC) (Link)
I'm already expirencing insomnia, now I won't be able to go to bed. Thanks!
ehowton at 2007-07-02 19:16 (UTC) (Link)
I admit, the whole thing was creepy. Hey, at least it didn't happen to you - you're only having to hear about it. I lived it.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-07-02 20:01 (UTC) (Link)
That's nothing.

At 2230 last night, I couldn't hold my eyes open. I thought to myself, "I'll go to bed early and get an extra hour and a half of much needed sleep so I'll be fully rested in the morning." Yeah, right!

As soon as my head hit the pillow, my mind went into overdrive. I started thinking about all that I had to do today. Unable to go to sleep, I got up and starting making preparations. Then I paid bills. After that, I read up on CUPS and resolved my printer issue. Next, I re-arranged my MP3s such that if I had two or more albums by a composer/artist, I created a folder for the composer/artist and filed accordingly.

Not too long upon completion of that task, my buddy started uploading to my server. I went to bed and kept staring at the blinking router hoping that this time he didn't loose connection during the middle of the night. The last time I looked at my watch was around 0130.

When I finally got to sleep, it was restless. I dreamed that I was on my lunch break at work. It was a country restaurant out in the middle of nowhere that was too far away to make it there and back, much less in my precious allotted hour. I was enjoying my vittles by myself (it seems I never have anyone to eat with anymore, not even in my dreams) when all of a sudden the bitch from work comes up behind me and asks "Are you with a VP?" Now, we do not have VPs; the company is much too small for that sort of thing. I ignored her. She pushed the issue. "You're not supposed to eat at a place like this without a VP." Condescending cunt!

The alarm went off and I snoozed it for over an hour. Two cups of coffee, a Mountain Dew and lunch of two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches later (not to mention the whole episode where my blood sugar fell through the floor), I still am not awake. But I know when all the sugar and caffeine is going to kick in: 2200.

I want a real job.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-07-02 20:04 (UTC) (Link)
actually, I didn't understand a word of that because I don't do the whole "sci-fi" thing. I almost fell asleep reading it, but alas, it did not do the trick.

I hate being so bored that I have an overwhelming desire to swallow my own tongue.
galinda822 at 2007-07-02 19:10 (UTC) (Link)
You never cease to amaze with the recollection of your dreams! They are something.

Wash was my favorite character...BTW! :)

ehowton at 2007-07-02 19:18 (UTC) (Link)
You never cease to amaze with the recollection of your dreams! They are something.
Even the creepy/disgusting ones?

Wash was my favorite character...BTW! :)
I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar.
galinda822 at 2007-07-05 18:42 (UTC) (Link)
Even your creepy/disgusting ones! :)
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-07-02 20:03 (UTC) (Link)
ooooooooooooooooooooooo. New avatars. Pretty!!! :D
Elizabeth Krumbach
princessleia2 at 2007-07-03 02:30 (UTC) (Link)
some readers of this blog are not familiar with the series Firefly or the follow-up motion picture Serenity

You shouldn't have friends like that ;P
ehowton at 2007-07-03 02:44 (UTC) (Link)
Oh I agree! Unfortunately, my mother also frequents this blog and falls under that category. And if you'll bear with me, ma'am, I am working on that - She'll be a Browncoat before long ;)
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-07-06 15:47 (UTC) (Link)
someone's delteing comments again. I thought we were through with all that non-sense. Now we'll have to freeze comments.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2007-07-04 16:18 (UTC) (Link)
Sadly, I fall into that category too... :(
photogoot at 2007-07-03 03:12 (UTC) (Link)

For my own convenience I would like for you to have some Battlestar Galactica dreams please.

Thanks for the edit. I was not familiar with the character references and bailed out on the post.

For my own convenience I would like for you to have some Battlestar Galactica dreams please.

May I suggest you view a favorite old episode this evening before bed and eat some cookies just before you fall asleep. Thank you for your consideration. ;-)
ehowton at 2007-07-03 03:33 (UTC) (Link)

Re: For my own convenience I would like for you to have some Battlestar Galactica dreams please.

I would love to have some fucked up BSG dreams - however (and this is important), galinda822 already prompted me for an answer as to why I had the dream and I assure you sir, there were no episodes, nor cookies involved.
photogoot at 2007-07-03 03:55 (UTC) (Link)

Re: For my own convenience I would like for you to have some Battlestar Galactica dreams please.

Look, I don't want to seem crass here but...

I am not interested in your process problems with initiating dreams. I simply want a BSG themed dream and I want it F-ing now!

Chop-Chop; off to dream land you go!

Good night sir!
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