Sunday 30 March 2014
I am participating in a game of
most likely having
the dystopian movie
I've made a base of sorts in what seems to be a rural house, and on a wide table I have laid out numerous weapons: throwing knives, archery set
reference, perhaps? no crossbow, though),
Despite the game being non-lethal, all of the weapons are real.
does not give me all the rules
(I presume I'm not supposed to kill my game mates).
Outside I hear what I suspect are opponents' approach.
Being inside notwithstanding, I use a small battering ram on the door, consisting of a large ram skull.
I replace this with a larger antler-ed deer skull battering ram, with which to open the door.
There is no one there.
I rush back to my weapon table and pick up the bow and some arrows, noting they are actual arrows.
girl I know comes in, and I shoot at her, striking her in the wrist.
It mostly just tears her sleeve, but she concedes she's been hit and out of the game.
Suddenly some other
people are there, not game participants, one girl with whom shares with me quite a kiss.
Someone else has answered the phone, saying snarkily it's her boyfriend
(of with whom I just kissed).
"Hello, boyfriend!" I half-shout cheekily, to make sure I am heard, as I head down a long hallway to look for food.
I come to a left turn and wide double-doors with glass windows through which I see diner-like tables set up.
A group of young people are there, but not part of the game.
I get to the end of the row of two-seat tables, and turn left again and there is a food service row on a stage.
As I approach and head up the stairs to get some food, suddenly two men from behind start to rush towards me.
I know they are players in the game, and I have no weapons.
Fortunately, neither do they.
I realize they are
the latter of whom behaving more like his Randy character from
My Name is Earl
as opposed to himself.
Joel grabs my arms and we tustle, his goal clearly to get me to fall off the stage.
Somehow I manage to retain my balance and onto his back he falls to the floor in front of the front-row.
I race to the opposite side of the stage and run down the stairs, back to the tables corridor to return to my weapons.
I know Joel will be right behind, so I snatch up from one of the tables a flatware knife, and throw it, just in time for it to smack Joel in the face
(on its flat side, not injuring him, but hurting as much as if I'd thrown a baseball or something).
Joel cries out in surprised pain, but continues towards me, grabbing my arms.
I swing my hands up and out, causing him to release me, and I snatch up his wrist and twist, driving him to his knees, at which point I smack him in his trachea a few times.
Predictably, this causes him to stop pursuing me as I quickly but calmly head back towards the double doors as I drowse awake.