Give You a Call Later
12-29-1996
In a previous dream, I tried to steal away a secret genetic formula that the government or some secret society was after. I had it in the back of my car and was driving down the night highway when tons of cars and a helicopter caught up with me. Apparently the formula had a radioactive tracer or something in it that allowed them to easily track its movements. The car crashed, they confiscated the formula, and I got sent someplace.
In this dream, only a day or two later, it was the same situation, except the formula was in the form of a chicken....perhaps the chicken was a victim of this formula, yet a vital component in this society's diabolical plans.
I wandered around the halls of some complex, looking for clues as to where this chicken might be. I saw a friend of mine who worked there as a maintenance person of some sorts and asked for his help, but he wouldn't give it for the world. I somehow donned the garb of a maintenance person and gained entry to more restricted areas, once again running into my friend and gloating that I didn't need his help after all. I looked in some janitorial closets or something, thinking I'd never find what I was looking for. Then I saw Pavna walk by...aha...she was in InteFlex...she might know something...and it made sense, since I was assumably in the medical school. Either her or another female acquaintance obtained the chicken and once again put it into the back of some vehicle. Suddenly some business-type men were chasing after me. I gave them the slip by diving underneath some tables or something and then cleverly maneuvering my way about, taking advantage of their clumsiness. I eventually got into the passenger's seat of the escape vehicle with visions of the previous dream's failure.
However, the vehicle turned out to be a jet, and we soared above the highway. A chopper somehow caught up with us again, and shone its lights on us... damn chicken was traceable. We couldn't shake the chopper, but with each moment we got closer to our destination. The chopper fired a missile at us, which remarkably went only slightly faster than we did, so that I could see it very slowly closing in on us. I remembered a shortcoming from the pervious dream and advised the pilot (some girl's mother) to not follow the highway anymore, but to keep moving straight, and we'd cut off a few seconds of time. This was an effort to keep the missile behind us as much as possible.
We got to the little town...basically just a street with some stupid shops on either side. I grabbed the chicken and ejected out of the jet. I could still fly, however, as I was on a self-driven flying-machine-type thing that ran of pedal-power. I was moving pretty slow by now, but the chopper was gone. Some other guy was with me, too. Jerk kids on the street kept grabbing at my legs while I kicked at their heads, yelling that I'd beat their ass, to which they responded, "Well then come on down, pus!" We crashed our flying machines at the supermarket and raced inside. We knew the enemy was still hot on our trail. The chicken had turned into a box of Frosted Mini-Wheats. We saw some old man stocking cereal, and thought it'd be clever to hide it there. He didn't stop us, and we kinda crammed ourselves awkwardly into a closet. I then saw Seema walk by with a shopping cart. I called out her name. She saw me. I put the box into her cart and just told her to keep it, that I would explain later. Then, without really thinking, I kinda accompanied her a little while through the store. Remembering I had to go, I stopped walking, said, "So...I guess.. I'll just give you a call later then..."
posted by Phlegm at 11/23/2003
