And This?
11-06-1998
I'm in a cabin in the northlands with a bunch of people...a very expensive cabin that's more like the dining hall of a fancy hotel. We're a spy team, looking for some chick in a yellow dress. The chick actually shows up and we give chase. I think how stupid she is for giving herself away. She jumps over a railing and vanishes. We regroup at the cabin. The last person to arrive is one woman who has on the same yellow dress, except she has a different face. Later on I find a wet piece of hydrogel in my pocket, wondering how it got there, when it occurs to me that the woman used it to disguise herself.
I go to "The Cellar" and hang out with Aubery and Jennifer, each of us taking turns picking music...just chillin' out and not talking. I'm in a huge building with Tim, searching for a dangerous person. Tim is using a large hat/coatrack as a weapon. Every door we come to, I squat down and open while he comes from behind and strikes blindly into the opening space. He says that's the best way to do it.
We come to a hallway that's already been ransacked by more guys of ours -- they were looking for something, some papers, I remember, cuz I have a vision of one of them (black) going through a desk. Nonetheless, we proceed with caution. Tim says, "Walk by the doorways like this..." as he turns his entire body toward the entrance to each room, wielding his coatrack. I do the same, no weapons.
We come to a dining hall where we are surrounded by a dozen or so people. They invite us to dinner, so we sit down and join them. One of them comes by with a plate and asks, "Cookie?" (tho it wasn't what he said...he said something else, some other snack, I can't remember) Tim, who had turned into Justin P, refused, being suspicious. I took one, said, "Sure," watched two other guys toss some in their mouths, and ate it, knowing that if it were poisoned, there's no way they'd know which one I was going to take.
We conversed with the leader at the table, and waiters brought us first some liquid refreshment, which Justin was again refusing to drink, and then some food. For some reason, we expected very large portions, as if we'd been at a restaurant just like this before...it was the same food we expected (some weird steak and some kind of breaded wiener), just very small. I tested it, and it was ok. We both mocked the service.
The leader asked, "What's the problem?" Justin picked up the wiener and said, "How big is this supposed to be?" to which the leader responded, "As big as your wine glass." Justin picked up the glass and said, "Well how big is this supposed to be?" "As big as your steak." "And this?" "As big as..." "And this?" and so on. The leader never directly answered the question, and it dawned on us that he didn't know, that somehow this was all an illusion devised from information somehow gathered from our brains, but that the information was incomplete and the leader (or whoever) had to fill in the gaps...some would be wrong, and we noticed thi
Somehow the interrogation of the leader turned to sex, with Justin making panting noises and thrusting motions toward the table, to which the men were all thoroughly confused. I laughed.
posted by Phlegm at 11/24/2003
