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A Player's Dream

I just had a rather long and involved Godzilla dream! The first part of it that I remember is I was standing in front of an adminstrator's desk, causing a distraction (a rather lame one at that) by trying to get my paperwork squared away for getting a clearance, which I already had. I was shuffling forms around, and keeping the admin occupied by asking all sorts of dumb questions. While this was going on, somehow Godzilla escaped from his incarceration in this science research place, with the help of my friends. He was human-sized, you see. So it wasn't too tough. Somehow.

Anyway, I come out of the building a little while later, and I see a friend, and ask where G is. They point over to the conspicuous as hell RV with a rustic box trailer behind it. I wander over, pop in, and there is G, about 7 feet tall, looking rather unfriendly, annoyed, and alarmed as I come in the door ... like this was the last straw, and he didn't know what was going on, and he just escaped from one prison for another .. but I made hushing sounds, and calmed him down, and reminded him of who I was.

Evidently, he and I had been in some other dream. And I got a flash of that dream within this one, and he had destroyed this one complex (I guess the bad-guy complex), and burned or crushed everyone or something. Not sure how I was involved, but he remembered me, and he calmed down.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. Or maybe it was, "Can you still grow?", because just then, he grew a spurt, and his head nearly bumped the ceiling of this box trailer thing. Everyone stood back, but me .. I walked up and petted him with my hand, and said, "That's good." And he grew again, forcing him to crouch to stay inside the container. Everyone went outside, except for me. I stayed with him.

In the next scene, we were outside (no bursting through the trailer, I guess), and I had my arms around his neck. And he grew larger, and larger, until he was bigger than the science complex, with me now sitting on his shoulder. And he took a step towards the complex, and swept his hand across the top, knocking over all sorts of antennae and killing the power and stuff. People started scrambling out of the building he was attacking, and he let them go. As though he felt guilty about the amount of death from last time, that really all he wanted to do was destroy the equipment and computers and buildings so they "couldn't do it again." I guess. See, I talked to him a fair amount, and he would actually talk back to me sometimes. Maybe only when he was smaller, human-sized, .. dunno.

He gradually laid waste to that building, and then walked back out towards the trailer, shrinking along the way. He took me in his claw, and set me down, and shrank on down, and we talked. "I've got to destroy this whole campus," he said. "This can't be allowed to happen again." Meanwhile, scientists and guards and stuff were running in all kinds of directions, not paying any heed to the fact that he was right there, and small enough to capture again. "Stay here," he said. But apparently I didn't want to stay, because in the next scene ...

He was big again, even bigger than before, and he had on .. a gas mask. Yes, a gas mask, at his size. And so did I. But I was seeing him from a little behind, and below .. like I was riding on his tail, maybe, or sitting on a building. But I could see why he was wearing a gas mask. Poison gas containers were being dropped down (slowly) from above. People were still evacuating, but I guess the defenders didn't care, as these canisters were raining down, and G was just blowing them away. I never actually saw G use his fire breath, but I guess he would have used it against these things.

After the destruction was over, he and I wandered the streets with the refugees. He was human-sized again, about 7 feet tall or something, and we were wandering around and talking to people about what happened and stuff. We went seperate ways at some point, and I was climbing up into this abandoned house, trying to hide for some reason. I went upstairs, and the hallways were strangely arrayed, with mirrors and such, but I found a spot I thought would be good, and crouched there.

But then I heard him looking for me. I went to the window, and saw him below. He looked sad, and angry, and helpless. I called down, "Grow up to me, and pick me up." And he did, he grew twenty feet, and held out his claw to take me. I climbed aboard, and he shrank, and we stood there on the ground, and he looked somber.

"That last one was diatroxy gas" (or something - definitely di-something). "It goes through the respirator filters."

The meaning of this never quite sank in for me, until after the dream was over. But I realized at least that this was a dirty thing for them to use, since it also affected all the civilians around. So we walked through the streets calling out, "who dropped them all? who dropped them all?"

We came across these two guys who were definitely on the bad side. We started asking them if they knew what they had done, and they started putting on airs about how they were with the NSCP, or the NSA, or .. no, wait, .. idiots. I grabbed their collars (or was it G?), and said "Numbskulls," and clunked their heads together, and they were out cold.

The next scene I remember, he and I were dangling from a tree, which was itself being dangled from a rope that went up and into the clouds. We were zipping through the air at breakneck speed. While I was trying to figure this out, G looked at me, nodded solemnly, and then dropped down, and I watched. He dropped into the snow-pack in a ski-run type thing of some mountain. Baffled, I could only watch, but shortly after he got down there, the rope gave way on the tree, and I hurtled to the ground. The wind racing past my face while I was on the tree, and while I was falling, was like those movie effects they do now where they blur the image, and make excessive wind-shear effects across the object. Very odd.

When I got down there, G was as big as ever. And a goldenish color. I noticed then that he was a slightly different color in all the sizes he had been, and had slightly different features .. like there were different companies contracted to create the different-sized costumes. But it wasn't a costume, it was him. And he held out his long-taloned claw to catch me as I fell, gracefully. And I looked up at him, as I laid there in his claw, and gawked.

He shrunk again, though still about 10 feet tall, and we went into this house that was right there. I had originally thought that he was planning to freeze himself before the poison kicked in. And I would have gone with him, stashed away until the next episode. But there was this house. And we were inside, and playing around. And I started to tell him how I felt about what happened, and how nice it was of him to let everyone who wanted to get away .. get away. He told me he felt guilty about the last time, because he knows not everyone there was at fault. They have free will, too. As I was talking to him about my feelings on the matter, and what a good friend he had been, he started changing .. no longer hard-scaled and tough-muscled, he was softening .. and becoming almost plushy .. but still mobile, he was, and I started thinking, "This isn't right. Maybe it's the poison effects?" ...

... and I woke up.