My dreams are rarely very memorable, if I remember them at all. Sometimes, though, my brain decides it's gonna put on a show.
I was a nuclear scientist in what can best be described as a rogue city-state at the bottom of the Mediterranean. The dream began with my arrival to the city, an enormous cluster of steel-and-glass boxes all contiguous but oddly shaped overall, in a small but luxurious vessel. I couldn't see what it looked like. We docked with the city on an outer edge and put on air masks. The room we docked in was flooded, the pilot explained over an intercom, because the submersible was too heavy to moor directly. The room I was in slowly filled up with water, and the hatch opened. I pushed off the doorway, and grabbed onto a slowly moving carousel. The carousel led through a thick glass door, which closed behind me a little closer than I would have liked, and the room drained of water. The whole process was pretty cool, however inefficient.
Not long after, a very pretty girl with an odd accent led me from the docks to the research facility I'd agreed to work in. I don't remember much of the trip, just that we must have stayed on the outside edge of the building most of the way. On the left, there was mostly white polished steel with the odd electronic billboard with really bright colored ads, and one or two that never changed talking about a "delivery." To the left, dark waters. We passed people every now and again, all of them in track suits with narrow rebreathers around their neck, my guide included. As we walked she talked about the science behind the nuclear program, but it was Greek to me.
Eventually we came to a series of big steel doors with a red and black insignia on it. She told me she wasn't allowed beyond this point, and before I could say anything she was gone. The doors opened, with the corridor going on behind it a short ways before sloping up out of sight. On either side of the door, and in a room behind a window on the right, there were some very serious looking guys with heavy looking assault rifles in their hands and big knives on their belts. They told me to go up the ramp. I did. Up there, a considerably more cheerful scientist with a big red beard greeted me with the same odd accent the girl had. He gestured over to a big window, where there were centrifuges and all kinds of other equipment. He told me I didn't need to worry about that right now though, and that I'd got here just in time to march all the way back to where I came to oversee the delivery.
Fast forward to me, standing on a platform with him and more of the serious looking guards, with a massive crowd on in front of me, the sea and a big cargo entrance to my right. I saw a massive sub vaguely shaped like the Enterprise sail by, followed by about a dozen vaguely TIE-Fighter shaped subs. The cargo ship came next, a comparatively boring box with propellers on the back and a glass dome on top. The whole while, the crowd was cheering, and shouting "GOODS! GOODS! GOODS!" The cargo bay doors opened, and a big box with radiation hazard symbols all over it rolled out on a motorized cart, serious looking guards walking alongside. A well-dressed man who must have been a politician started giving a speech about how our victory was coming, and that the surface would be bathed in nuclear fire before Kalaved (whatever that was.) I didn't get to hear most of it though, the cart was moved along very quickly despite the fanfare.
Flash back to the laboratory, the cheery scientist and I watched the laboratory floor from the same viewing deck I came into before. The scientists on the floor loaded a lump of boring looking gray stone onto a centrifuge, and booted it up. I only got to watch it briefly though, it wasn't long before alarms started sounding. The cheery scientist looked scared now, and yelled that we had to get out right now. I heard gunfire down the ramp, and the sound of the big steel doors closing. On the floor, the scientists had pulled on their rebreathers and the room was filling up with water. We waited just long enough for all five or six of them to get up to where we were, then we ran out another door on the other side of the room.
We passed through a very empty and much barer corridor,the sound of gunfire getting more distant. The formerly cheery scientist was now in a panic, going on and on about how the surface people had come for us, while one of the scientists from the floor fired back that it must have been rebels, and that nobody could have made it past the fleet. We ran up a flight of metal stairs, and turned a corner to a room with a single, serious looking guard outside, and two dozen more inside. He shouted at us to get inside, and we did. In there we could see various places on television screens. One facing outside that showed the enterprise-looking sub taking on water and firing off torpedoes with fighters swarming all around it, some like ours, some I didn't recognize. Another showed the outside of the laboratory, where the guards had sealed the door and were piling up cover at the top of the ramp. A third showed a very large section of the city being flooded in an apparent effort to stop the invaders. The fourth showed the politician from earlier sitting behind a desk shouting into a telephone.
Suddenly, a wall got blasted in, killing a few of the guards and three of the scientists. I crawled behind an upturned table next to the formerly cheery scientist, who had fainted. The guards fired back at whoever it was, but they were losing the fight. Someone shouted something about taking the scientists alive, this one without the strange accent. The last of the guards were desperate now, and one with a badge and fancy cap turned his pistol on us, shooting the other scientists from the floor, and moving in our direction before something blasted his head off. The last two guards killed themselves, and a man in blue camouflage and a blue UN helmet came around the corner, and shouted that he'd found us. Another guy came and grabbed the unconscious, formerly cheery scientist while the man who'd found us hauled me to my feet. Another guy smashed me in the face with a rifle, and I woke up.
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