So...yeah...sometimes you get nightmares...mine are apparently so realistic I wake up sweating and needing to scream...
Anyhoo, so I was going along through a normal-ish dream. I was walking down a street somewhere in NYC (not where I live...where I'd like to live, perhaps, though), and a man, dressed head-to-toe in black, grabs me by the arm and takes me down into the subway station. I try to scream, but he covers my mouth and carries me into an empty area. He touches a tile in the wall, and a secret door opens up. He shoves me inside rather unceremoniously and shuts the door.
"Hold on to the wall," he says, pushing me toward a bar on the wall.
I grab on and hold as the world around me begins to shake crazily. I try not to scream. He throws himself around me, keeping me protected as a few ceiling tiles dislodge and tumble down around us.
I breath heavily as he turns to me. That's when I realize the man is Christian Kane (not one of his tv personas, but actually Christian Kane!)!!! So, of course, I flip out, being a ginormous fan, but, at the same time, I'm so confused by what's going on.
"The war has started," he says. "You were secretly trained for this day. All those crazy dreams you had that made you research all the crazy things you did were implanted into your mind by the same people who trained me. They knew you'd be ready when the time came."
"When the time came for what?" I ask, standing fully and leaning against the wall.
"When the war began," he says.
I'm all confused and scared to a degree.
He takes me by the hand and opens the door back up, leading me out into the carnage. There are people everywhere, dead. He weaves about and shows me how to leap across the subway lines to the other side. I jump across. He catches me and leads me to another secret door.
We enter an elevator and go down.
"Where are we going? What about my family? What about my friends? My career?" I'm panicking at this point.
He hushses me. "We're going underground. Your family, like mine, is probably gone, along with our friends. Your career doesn't matter anymore. We must live to fight another day."
So, I breath in and out and keep my eyes on him.
The doors open, and he leads me out into a tunnel, underwater. I see the fish and things swimming over our heads through a massive pane of glass.
"Weird, huh?" He asks.
I just nod.
He takes me to a door and leads me through a maze of hallways to an office.
Inside, is a man (tall, well built, crazy-eyed). He turns, dismisses Christian, and motions for me to sit. "You are Elizabeth no more," he says, freaking me out. "Your new name is..." He looks me over and mumbles to himself for a moment. "Your new name is Lane. Your code name is Dragon."
I just look at him like he's nuts and I'm confused.
"You are now part of the resistance," he says. "I am your commander, code name Warrior. Christian is now called Chris (original...I know!) and his code name is Fist. He is your partner."
I'm still confused!
"Welcome to the war that shouldn't have happened. Your training begins now."
Suddenly, the dream switches to me and Chris training in a room, fighting hand-to-hand. He's directing me. I'm following his orders. We're learning to fight. And, somehow, I know that these scientists have created these human warriors using alien dna that are now on the rampage and trying to take over the world! (I watch too much sci-fi and read too many fantasy books and like to many kung fu movies...sue me!)
Anyhoo, we fight for a while before receiving an order. We head out in a cruise-ship-like submarine that is carrying thousands of troops. However, we're given the same room. Of course, I'm all like, "I can't sleep in the same room as a man! At least not one I'm not married to!" (being the good girl I am IRL)...
So, they make us get married (which, I must say, is one of the only good parts of the dream...I mean...HELLO! He's a hunky cowboy with gorgeous eyes!)...
Anyhoo, the dream morphs to twenty years later, the war is still being waged. The Fist and I are in this underground bunker listening to bombs fall several thousand miles above us. We're weary and defeated and two of the only warriors left in the resistance. We know we're about to be found out, but are doing our very best not to, for the sake of our kids: three, apparently...two boys and a girl.
We're huddled all together in the master bedroom area when the banging starts on the bunker door. Chris and I get between the door and the kids, who are staring at the door, wide-eyed and scared. The door bursts open to reveal a five-armed, 9 foot tall, yellow-tinted skin, once-human alien hybrid.
"Take us and spare the kids!" I cry out.
The alien hybrid points a laser gun at us.
Thankfully, I woke up...I was very glad to have woken up, but very upset that the (obviously not real) dream was so real. It took me an hour to get back to sleep. *shudder* No more alien hybrid war dreams, please...but Christian Kane is welcome back to any of my dreams! ^.~
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