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Exciting dream last night, which I suspect was inspired by the spy-filled episode of White Collar I'd just watched. Me and a bunch of other people were looking for this thing. Hell if I know what the thing was, I don't even remember what it was called (it started with a B. Wait, I think it was Burke-something. Thanks, White Collar.) Anyway, we'll call it the MacGuffin, since that's what it was.
It took place at this fancy resort that was full of pools and marble columns a la Hearst Castle.
After a whole bunch of roaming around and adventures I don't clearly remember, i whispered the code phrase in the ear of the bald coffee shop barista, and he told me where the MacGuffin was. (Across the street from the resort, in case you're wondering.) My companions ran off to get the thing, and I was left to worry about Beethoven. Now this wasn't actually Beethoven, just a guy who kind of looked like Beethoven with a ponytail and a leather jacket, and I suppose represents my unhindered creativity or something. Beethoven was protecting me. (I was The Girl, you know, the one in a pretty dress who gets dragged around and gets in the way. I acknowledged this fact in the dream, and vowed I would be better than that.)
We were constantly on the lookout for Dabney Coleman, who was the hit man working for the Big Bad Guy who was also after the MacGuffin. Once we got the MacGuffin, and thwarted Big Bad Guy's plans, Dabney Coleman kind of went nuts and killed a lot of people. And I mean a lot. We were walking through the grounds of the resort, and bodies were everywhere, hack apart and with their heads chopped off. At least a hundred. All those people, some of them in little piles of two or three, but most of them isolated lumps of blood, flesh and fancy clothes on a marble courtyard.
That's when I discovered that Beethoven was missing. He'd gone off to confront Dabney Coleman. We looked around, but there was no sign of him. Then, I realized where he'd gone -- back to our hotel room. I think we'd confronted Dabney Coleman there before or something. There was some very narrative-based reason for going there. Anyway, I thought Beethoven was nuts for going in without support, and I ran over there as fast as I could. The stairs to the third floor was jammed with people coming down, but I made it up there and found the door.
I peered through the peephole, and when I saw the shadow of a man approaching the door, I dashed around the corner to where another room had its door open. I closed the door just in time to avoid a gunshot. The room I was in was dim, but full of junk of all kinds. Peering through my own peephole, I saw Beethoven come into the hallway. I was about to go after him, but Dabney Coleman emerged and they started arguing right in front of my hiding spot. Now, Dabney Coleman didn't know I was there; he had no reason to think The Girl would be coming to the rescue.
I rummaged through the stuff around me, and found an awl. I didn't see any guns or other distance weapons, so I took the awl, opened the door, threw the thing at Dabney Coleman, and shut the door again. I missed him, but got his attention. He broke the door down, but I'd grabbed a power drill and jabbed it into his chest as soon as he came in. He slumped against a wall, and I poked the drill at his head. This was a rather awful moment, because A) I was killing a person and B) the drill was taking forever to go through his skull, and I had no idea how long such a thing was supposed to take.
Anyway, Dabney Coleman was destroyed, the MacGuffin found, and I awoke being slightly disturbed by the whole drill into someone's skull thing.
It took place at this fancy resort that was full of pools and marble columns a la Hearst Castle.
After a whole bunch of roaming around and adventures I don't clearly remember, i whispered the code phrase in the ear of the bald coffee shop barista, and he told me where the MacGuffin was. (Across the street from the resort, in case you're wondering.) My companions ran off to get the thing, and I was left to worry about Beethoven. Now this wasn't actually Beethoven, just a guy who kind of looked like Beethoven with a ponytail and a leather jacket, and I suppose represents my unhindered creativity or something. Beethoven was protecting me. (I was The Girl, you know, the one in a pretty dress who gets dragged around and gets in the way. I acknowledged this fact in the dream, and vowed I would be better than that.)
We were constantly on the lookout for Dabney Coleman, who was the hit man working for the Big Bad Guy who was also after the MacGuffin. Once we got the MacGuffin, and thwarted Big Bad Guy's plans, Dabney Coleman kind of went nuts and killed a lot of people. And I mean a lot. We were walking through the grounds of the resort, and bodies were everywhere, hack apart and with their heads chopped off. At least a hundred. All those people, some of them in little piles of two or three, but most of them isolated lumps of blood, flesh and fancy clothes on a marble courtyard.
That's when I discovered that Beethoven was missing. He'd gone off to confront Dabney Coleman. We looked around, but there was no sign of him. Then, I realized where he'd gone -- back to our hotel room. I think we'd confronted Dabney Coleman there before or something. There was some very narrative-based reason for going there. Anyway, I thought Beethoven was nuts for going in without support, and I ran over there as fast as I could. The stairs to the third floor was jammed with people coming down, but I made it up there and found the door.
I peered through the peephole, and when I saw the shadow of a man approaching the door, I dashed around the corner to where another room had its door open. I closed the door just in time to avoid a gunshot. The room I was in was dim, but full of junk of all kinds. Peering through my own peephole, I saw Beethoven come into the hallway. I was about to go after him, but Dabney Coleman emerged and they started arguing right in front of my hiding spot. Now, Dabney Coleman didn't know I was there; he had no reason to think The Girl would be coming to the rescue.
I rummaged through the stuff around me, and found an awl. I didn't see any guns or other distance weapons, so I took the awl, opened the door, threw the thing at Dabney Coleman, and shut the door again. I missed him, but got his attention. He broke the door down, but I'd grabbed a power drill and jabbed it into his chest as soon as he came in. He slumped against a wall, and I poked the drill at his head. This was a rather awful moment, because A) I was killing a person and B) the drill was taking forever to go through his skull, and I had no idea how long such a thing was supposed to take.
Anyway, Dabney Coleman was destroyed, the MacGuffin found, and I awoke being slightly disturbed by the whole drill into someone's skull thing.
