My bizarre J-Lo superagent dream
Apr. 9th, 2008 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valis2Last night I dreamt I was part of this secret superagent team. We were sent to investigate a skyscraper that housed a few different corporations. We weren't certain what we'd find, but we made our way in past security, and then went to spy on one of the corporations. We each had a plan of the skyscraper, including the lower levels, and we were only minimally equipped because this was a fact-finding mission.
We were spotted early on, and there was a pretty crazy interlude involving harried escapes and firefights and some of the superagents getting killed. We kept getting out of situations by the skin of our teeth, only to be plunged into other equally dangerous fights. I can't recall most of this, except that one of our superagents looked like Faramir and was injured somehow.
We ended up getting split up by accident, and I was with superagent!Faramir. We made our way to the foyer, which housed several elevators. We couldn't get to the front door because it was blocked rather effectively.
I noticed Jennifer Lopez, who was one of our newest superagents. She was wearing a skin-tight little black dress, with thigh-high brown leather boots, and her hair was pulled back into a severe bob. She was utilizing a clever plan of getting behind "Closed for Construction" panels and then using one of the special elevators for the handicapped to get to a different floor, and then coming back down on a different elevator, cycling over and over. It was good for the moment, because she was staying on the move, but once they found her, that would be it.
I got her attention, and we ended up taking the elevator to the next level down. Faramir disappeared at some point. There was a granite floor with concentric oval shapes on it. The central shape was a light-colored granite. We were noticed, however, and I said to her, "It's a good thing you stopped eating that pasta salad," and then we both jumped on the central oval granite shape. We fell through the floor into a storage room. I grabbed a box off the shelf that was made of wood with a lid inlaid with concentric oval shapes and we took off.
Fortunately, we had crashed into the nightclub in the lower levels. We were technically inside the club, but not inside the main room, and I realized that this nightclub was run by one of the most powerful players in the industry, who was a seventeen-year-old Japanese kid with Asperger's. Since we didn't have to get through the queue outside the club (we never would have), we actually had a chance of getting this guy to protect us and let us disappear within the club.
He was sitting on an ugly burgundy sectional, and we struck up a conversation. It turned out that it was his birthday, so I opened the box and rummaged around. He kept leaning over, trying to look inside. There was a small statue of an Asian-style dragon and I showed it to him, saying it was his birthday present. I pressed a button on the side, and a jet of flame came out of its mouth.
"That's an interesting find," he said, looking impressed and bored at the same time. "During the blahblahblah dynasty they made approximately one million of those. Most of them have been destroyed or lost, so it's interesting that you found one."
I gave it to him as his birthday present, and he seemed like he was going to let us into the club.
Then I woke up.
Weird...Semagic is suggesting that I replace "blahblahblah" with "switchblades."
We were spotted early on, and there was a pretty crazy interlude involving harried escapes and firefights and some of the superagents getting killed. We kept getting out of situations by the skin of our teeth, only to be plunged into other equally dangerous fights. I can't recall most of this, except that one of our superagents looked like Faramir and was injured somehow.
We ended up getting split up by accident, and I was with superagent!Faramir. We made our way to the foyer, which housed several elevators. We couldn't get to the front door because it was blocked rather effectively.
I noticed Jennifer Lopez, who was one of our newest superagents. She was wearing a skin-tight little black dress, with thigh-high brown leather boots, and her hair was pulled back into a severe bob. She was utilizing a clever plan of getting behind "Closed for Construction" panels and then using one of the special elevators for the handicapped to get to a different floor, and then coming back down on a different elevator, cycling over and over. It was good for the moment, because she was staying on the move, but once they found her, that would be it.
I got her attention, and we ended up taking the elevator to the next level down. Faramir disappeared at some point. There was a granite floor with concentric oval shapes on it. The central shape was a light-colored granite. We were noticed, however, and I said to her, "It's a good thing you stopped eating that pasta salad," and then we both jumped on the central oval granite shape. We fell through the floor into a storage room. I grabbed a box off the shelf that was made of wood with a lid inlaid with concentric oval shapes and we took off.
Fortunately, we had crashed into the nightclub in the lower levels. We were technically inside the club, but not inside the main room, and I realized that this nightclub was run by one of the most powerful players in the industry, who was a seventeen-year-old Japanese kid with Asperger's. Since we didn't have to get through the queue outside the club (we never would have), we actually had a chance of getting this guy to protect us and let us disappear within the club.
He was sitting on an ugly burgundy sectional, and we struck up a conversation. It turned out that it was his birthday, so I opened the box and rummaged around. He kept leaning over, trying to look inside. There was a small statue of an Asian-style dragon and I showed it to him, saying it was his birthday present. I pressed a button on the side, and a jet of flame came out of its mouth.
"That's an interesting find," he said, looking impressed and bored at the same time. "During the blahblahblah dynasty they made approximately one million of those. Most of them have been destroyed or lost, so it's interesting that you found one."
I gave it to him as his birthday present, and he seemed like he was going to let us into the club.
Then I woke up.
Weird...Semagic is suggesting that I replace "blahblahblah" with "switchblades."
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Date: 2008-04-09 11:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-10 12:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-10 12:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-10 12:16 am (UTC)And I've never even seen Alias, isn't that weird?
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Date: 2008-04-10 12:33 pm (UTC)You should have. Just to see if anyone would have noticed. I bet not.
No more pasta salad for you!
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Date: 2008-04-10 03:39 pm (UTC)Aw, I love pasta salad!
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Date: 2008-04-10 02:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-10 03:40 pm (UTC)