Afternoon Transformers/Street Fighter Nap

I took a nap this afternoon in between my GRE studying sessions and had one of the most interesting dreams. To set the stage, every night my roommate comes home he brings with him a movie rented from Red Box (that Stop & Shop video dispenser with B rated releases never in theaters) which always ends up being one of the same three or four movies. Nevertheless, this time he didn't disappoint; he rented "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" for the UMPTEENTH time. No problem, because I had things to do and wouldn't watch it. Anyways the occurrence must have made an impression because later the next day I found myself seamlessly remembering that moment in an exciting and nerve-racking dream during my cat-nap...

I was myself-- a regular human being just as you see me know. However, my cohorts in this dream were literally a meshing of transformers and characters from the video game and pitiful adaptation into a movie of that video game named, "Street Fighter". Anyways, I was just hanging out and kickin' it with my "good" transformer/streetfighter friends who for the remainder of this entry will be referred to as "Bots", both good and bad (the distinction will shortly prove salient and important to the dream).

All of a sudden I'm abducted by the "bad" Bots. In fact, the Bot that took me was a transformer version of Blanca-- the green scientist with orange hair from Street Fighter. As if he wasn't bad enough as a inorganically created war creature with fangs and claws, he now had fucking wheels, hydraulics and machine guns! Yeah. So he races me through a tunnel system much like that envisioned in Tim Burton's "Nightmare Before Christmas" when the goon-squad kidnap Santa Claus. We finally reach our destination which is a huge sand pit much resembling a construction site. However, there is a huge pyramid located directly to my right as I exit the tunnel shaft and the pyramid is surprisingly not made of Egyptian stone at all, but to my dismay, C-4 explosives. That's right. The whole pyramid reaching hundreds of feet into the sky is comprised of an interlocking, sensitive system of explosives. I remember this next part very distinctly from my dream: I look upon this pyramid and just say, "Fuuuuuckkk!".

So the leader of the bad Bots-- who looks more like a transformer now than all of the others --approaches me and quickly dispatches his plans for me to set off this C4 pyramid. I'm supposed to do so that the blame won't rest with them and ignite a world-ending transformer/streetfighter Bot civil war. There's no way in hell I'm gonna let that happen so I quickly create a ploy to escape the scene. I tell the bad Bots that, in actuality, the independent C4 blocks are not systematically connected to each other, thus prohibiting the chain reaction they had hoped for (a caveat to readers: it's a dream and they would probably set each other off anyways but it was a full-proof plan at the time). They notice the mistake and while they are correcting it, I nimbly sneak back into the tunnel system and crawl as fast as I can until I reach a hallway very much resembling that of a level from 007 on Nintendo 64.

I hear my pursuers coming through the tunnel system so I quickly hide myself under a nearby dark blue blanket. It conveniently does hide my silhouette well, considering the dark lighting in the hallway. Blanca transformer Bot is in the hallway and is looking for me. He searches everywhere in the hallway and comes close to discovering my location numerous times. Finally he decides that I'm not in the hallway and must therefore be further up the passage and he proceeds to the corridor's exit. I continue to hold my breath, however, knowing better than to get up before the coast is assuredly clear. And my fears materialize when he takes one more look back down the hallway. "Ahhhh-Haa" he sighs as he recognizes my figure lying huddled up against the wall. He walks closer and closer saying, "I almost didn't see you there boy". I still don't move holding on to what little defiance is still mine. He grabs a hold of the blanket and tears it off of me...

I wake up immediately in the same rigid, nervous position huddled close to-- not some obscure hallway wall-- but my couch dripping in sweat. After a moment of recollection, I shake my head lauging and jump into the shower trying to understand how Blanca and the other Streetfighters found there way into my dream...
-Pierre