What'd you dream last night part 2 or 3 or something
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:02 pm
Damnit, I can never find that thread...
Crazy intense dreams last night, most of which I can't remember. The last one stuck with me, though - I was in a dark, seedy, Atlantic-city style arcade, filled with classic games. After getting my game tokens, I went over to a monster fighting video game I'd never seen before, put some coins in, and started texting with Skullservant about a custom pedal he was gonna build me... through the video game! It was some kind of secret easter egg feature, unlocked through a weird button/move combo.
Apparently whatever the pedal I wanted (wish I could remember that - I know there were lots of knobs and switches, because he'd attached a photo with his texts) was going to cost me $239. I remember that figure very clearly.
Suddenly, I realized that this was a mode of communication completely off any government's radar, and that anything I said would be totally untrackable. Which meant that all sorts of unsavory characters would be wanting to use it. Sure enough, I turned around and a sketchy dude in a tracksuit with a big spike-collared dog was leaning against the wall behind me, clearly waiting for a turn on the game.
And that's about when I woke up.
Crazy intense dreams last night, most of which I can't remember. The last one stuck with me, though - I was in a dark, seedy, Atlantic-city style arcade, filled with classic games. After getting my game tokens, I went over to a monster fighting video game I'd never seen before, put some coins in, and started texting with Skullservant about a custom pedal he was gonna build me... through the video game! It was some kind of secret easter egg feature, unlocked through a weird button/move combo.
Apparently whatever the pedal I wanted (wish I could remember that - I know there were lots of knobs and switches, because he'd attached a photo with his texts) was going to cost me $239. I remember that figure very clearly.
Suddenly, I realized that this was a mode of communication completely off any government's radar, and that anything I said would be totally untrackable. Which meant that all sorts of unsavory characters would be wanting to use it. Sure enough, I turned around and a sketchy dude in a tracksuit with a big spike-collared dog was leaning against the wall behind me, clearly waiting for a turn on the game.
And that's about when I woke up.