9/24/06
Just really fucking busy and I can't think straight and then I get home only to discover a disaster at home. I'm overstating the situation but with my stress I can't say there's any other way to describe it.
In Yer Dreams
Tonight's dream was a Doom wad. Y'know, the first person shooter game from the early nineties. I was on the bridge of the original Enterprise from the original Star Trek series. Everything was rendered using the old textures and sound effects from Doom. Considering the available tools and material, it was pretty decent and faithful to the original.

I ran around the bridge and found that the turbolift door didn't open into a turbolift compartment but a corridor that ran around the bridge. When I hit automap I saw that there was a concentric labyrinth which led to other maps which represented engineering and a few other points of interest.

Further down the corridor I came upon the corpse of another player who was using dark brown colors. As soon as I passed him, he got up and started chasing me while firing his BFG 9000. He went by the nickname of Utah and was well known as a griefer in the internet gaming community.

That's pretty much it.

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