I don't know how or why, could be from playing through enough Quake (and beating Scourge of Armagon expansion, both on Hard), but for some reason, I found myself in a hell of an entranceway to... well, Hell, I would assume. It was odd, and surprisingly well-built architecture-wise. I mean, I never thought a front door to a rather macabre location would be so elegantly built. For the uninitiated, this place is the stuff of nightmares.
Anyway, there seemed to be like 3 tall goat-like things guarding the entrance, which turned out to be total pushovers, and were easily taken out with a good combination of a shotgun and a claymore gunblade; not the lightest of weapon combos, but made short work of them. That gun would not look out of place in RWBY or Final Fantasy. Anyway, I killed off those demons quite swiftly, and decided to do a bit of sightseeing, even though the place looked like it was built out of a town of people (literally speaking, of course). I noticed that where I was at had no other entrance than just the place I was at floating in nothingness, dimly lit by the surrounding atmosphere and torches. Despite the build, it had no odor to it. Shrugging it off, I geared up again after looting the corpses for any keys or whatever might come handy, and marched into the place.
Despite the environment, it was odd how it was built (very linear; like a beginner level-builder made it), because I was ambushed by a pack of rabid dogs and more goat-men, and not surprisingly, took them all out in a rather predictable format (take out those I see, and rally them around the corner and shoot/clothesline them with my gunblade; again, more pushovers). Of course, as I proceeded forth, I got surprise-attacked by another mutt, and just slammed them into the ground, and finished them off, and all of a sudden, I needed to go to the bathroom. What else happens but despite the dank, bloody, boney build of this place, I come across a pair of bathrooms, with the basic public restroom setup (fluorescent lights, tile floor, hand dryers, porcelain toilets, and everything). It was by that point that I gave up on my dream, and decided to wake up. Somebody left the studio doors open again, and broke the immersion on me, and I woke up.
Lovely, I'm trouncing Hell, and I find the studio back lot of it all; break rooms, bathrooms and the works (like studio halls). Even some demons and such bullshitting and having coffee and talking about shows and such that were on. I find it funny that even supposedly horrifying things like my dream world can get that utterly lazy to break immersion because they forgot to close a door or something. Kudos to the set designers, it convincingly looked like Hell, as far as I would interpret it; but really, demons, how lazy can you guys get? As if killing you guys wasn't easy enough, you forget to close a door to the backstage?
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Slightly personally unsettling about this dream was that before I noticed the backstage, I was taking the entire environment unusually well, especially considering the contents that made it up, and the fact that the environment was breathing and pulsing like a giant living being. Then again, I think the set designers did too well of a job for me to notice exactly where I was at (may be a creepy dark location, but it was equally scenery porn; kinda like that one cathedral made of bones). Then, of course, the backstage had to reveal itself, completely
narming the dream up.
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Well, this can't be a coincidence, can it?
Useful site/app:
http://www.dreammoods.com/Summary I keep getting for this is the same damn message I've been getting for the past few months. Relax. Simply put.
I think I put too much pressure on myself to get things done; some parts may be old habits from my past job, and other times, I'm always trying to be "The Good Guy" to every situation, and wanting to come off on top (funny enough; the bathroom reference also is a message to relax (getting the crap (bad feeling and such) out of my system. Like emotional constipation relief.)). However, what gives about my inner demons being so damn lazy (
it looked like that one scene in Men In Black with the worms chatting before J entered the MiB agency)? I assume it's because I'm doing a good enough job ripping myself to shreds on my own. If that's what's meant about "needing to relax", then it's time I made those demons work overtime, and give them a reason to attack me again. Like I said, they were as much pushovers as the ones in Quake (even on Hard Difficulty) were.
Ironically enough, looking back at that dreamscape, I kinda want to render it now. It may have been horrific, but it was scary-awesome. Like H. R. Giger scary-awesome.
Needless to say, NSFW content within.
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Come and think of it, it's no surprise that a backstage kind of thing would exist in such an environment for me. Looking back, how many stage shows and such have I been backstage to? I've been backstage since before I was born. From tagging along with my dad on directing shows (working as an assistant; making sure everyone was doing well and such, learning from designers on-set and such. Getting a feel for how things are assembled (like E3 stuff, which yes, my dad even helped on some stuff like the XBOX sets and such (and yes, for those kinds of shows, even the presenters are aware of the cheesiness of what they have to do. I think drinking games are made based off the scripts they're given.))) to helping my siblings out with their performances (more morale support; but still backstage). Would explain why I commented on the set design of the dreamscape, despite it being Hell itself. When you know the inner-workings of things, it kinda nerfs/muppets the overall scare-factor.
And since that's mentioned, now I can imagine how silly the dream would look if were made out of nerf, and infested with demonic muppets.
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