Be careful what you ask for
Apr. 20th, 2005 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Last night I stayed out a wee too late, and payed for it the next day. It's a sad state of affairs, but it seems that I can't go out dancing three nights a week anymore, on top of lifting and running. I thought exercise was supposed to give your More energy! Bah.
So, I attempt to get home early and sleep, but events conspire against me and when I do sleep, I get nightmares.
Alien insects. Strange catepillar/locust crossbreeds, which can't fly, but eat flesh. A swarm of them. The army fights them and kills a bunch, but take horrible casualties in the process. Flash backward in time. the news reports a meteorite touching down, and the army is sending troops to investigate it. The President creates a draft and I'm drafted, along with many others. I am the only one who knows what's going to happen, so I desert. Fighting people is one thing, once you've had months of training. Fightins alien insects with a few hours training? No thanks!
The army tracks me down, I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life. I know that I'm going to end up eaten alive. In the end, my father convinces the officer sent to collect me that he's better off using foreign troops who are already trained and equipped than a civilian who's never fired a gun before. I am relived that I don't have to fight, and shamed that I ran away while everyone else I knew fought and died and defeated the menace.
In the end, it's a moot point. Hives burst out all across the US, across the world. Alien insects are everywhere. Humanity is completely on the defensive, and mushroom clouds erupt into the sky. I'm convinced they are only carrying spores to seed more cities with alien life. I run with a few scattered survivors, knowing that it's hopeless. Give me a good zombie infestation any day. They're slow and easily dispatched. Even the fast ones are manageable if you can hold up for a while.
There's probably some work stress leaking over into my dreams. I've put a moratorium on bitching about work in my journal. I'm not going to start now. Set up the problems, and knock them down. That's my plan. Maybe tomorrow night I'll have some power armor in my dreams. Then I'll show those goddamn bugs what for!
So, I attempt to get home early and sleep, but events conspire against me and when I do sleep, I get nightmares.
Alien insects. Strange catepillar/locust crossbreeds, which can't fly, but eat flesh. A swarm of them. The army fights them and kills a bunch, but take horrible casualties in the process. Flash backward in time. the news reports a meteorite touching down, and the army is sending troops to investigate it. The President creates a draft and I'm drafted, along with many others. I am the only one who knows what's going to happen, so I desert. Fighting people is one thing, once you've had months of training. Fightins alien insects with a few hours training? No thanks!
The army tracks me down, I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life. I know that I'm going to end up eaten alive. In the end, my father convinces the officer sent to collect me that he's better off using foreign troops who are already trained and equipped than a civilian who's never fired a gun before. I am relived that I don't have to fight, and shamed that I ran away while everyone else I knew fought and died and defeated the menace.
In the end, it's a moot point. Hives burst out all across the US, across the world. Alien insects are everywhere. Humanity is completely on the defensive, and mushroom clouds erupt into the sky. I'm convinced they are only carrying spores to seed more cities with alien life. I run with a few scattered survivors, knowing that it's hopeless. Give me a good zombie infestation any day. They're slow and easily dispatched. Even the fast ones are manageable if you can hold up for a while.
There's probably some work stress leaking over into my dreams. I've put a moratorium on bitching about work in my journal. I'm not going to start now. Set up the problems, and knock them down. That's my plan. Maybe tomorrow night I'll have some power armor in my dreams. Then I'll show those goddamn bugs what for!
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Date: 2005-04-21 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-21 12:25 pm (UTC)It's getting interesting.
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Date: 2005-04-21 10:13 pm (UTC)