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Bridge of a ridiculously large flying ship. I'm with a team of experts who are evaluating the vessel which is unfamiliar to us. The labels on things are a mix of english and odd symbols.

This is very very highly advanced stuff, maybe alien hybrid tech or possibly from the future or alternate dimension. The people in charge have decided to remove my team for some reason (maybe they plan to take it apart).

We're not happy about this so I exit the bridge at the rear and I'm in a huge engineering space several stories tall and lit so dimly you can't make out much of anything. I'm on a ladder that goes all the way to the bottom and as I descend there is a vertical bank of controls next to the ladder that goes from the bridge down to the darkness below.

Each individual control has a few indicator lights (none are lit, the ship seems to be powered down), a readout display, and a horizontal rocker switch. Looking up or down all the switches line up in a row, top to bottom. There are ventilation ducts around the ship and as I pass one on the way down the ladder I feel the fresh air coming out and I pause to take it in. I notice one of those switches has a green light that is lit. Curious, I flip the switch next to it. The air stops coming out of the vent. This switch must control the environmental equipment where I am! I flip the switch again and the air returns. I get excited and start climbing back up to go report my finding.

At the top, near the door back into the bridge, there is a switch at the top of all the switches and it is labelled "on" and "test". It is in the middle position between the two options. I press the switch to "test" and all the green lights down the bank to the bottom twinkle to life, but nothing happens. I release the switch and all the panels go dark. I press it to "on".

Same as before, all the lights flicker back on but now the room lights come on. Things start beeping and humming. Vibrations begin building and growing into low smooth groan. I quickly get to the top of the ladder and go inside the bridge.

Everything is online and panels are glowing and displays are animated and... what? I look out the huge forward window and can see this ship is inching higher and higher. It's flying! Well, floating is more accurate.

Out of the window I can see a large city and I'm right in the middle of it, rising between buildings. I can also see several fighter jets zooming straight at me with guns blazing. Oh shit.

I look around for shield or weapons panels but nothing makes sense except on my left there is what looks like a fancy joystick with displays. Maybe I can outrun them!

I go over and put my right hand on the joystick and push forward. The ship pitches forward but does not accelerate. I pull back and the opposite happens. My left hand goes to some kind of roller control with a built-in screen. I roll it forward and the ship begins moving towards a building. Yikes!

I use the right stick to turn, but it's not quite enough and I graze the building, causing tremors throughout the ship. I think it took damage. I try to gain altitude but either the damage is causing problems or I'm running out of power. I seem to be generally losing altitude no matter what I try. I keep hitting buildings and alarms keep going off in the bridge. I crash into a statue that has scaffolding surrounding it. The ship stops, grounded and unflyable.

I wake up.

I'm driving by some local lake in a middle-class hilly neighborhood and I notice some construction going on. Crews and boats building what may be docks or a bridge are setting pilings in the water. A whole lot of pilings. There is heavy equipment unloading timber from flatbed 18-wheelers and folks coating the timber with creosote. I get around some of them but on my way up a hill there is a big tanker truck blocking the road and it's leaking creosote all over the road. I get out to go up and ask the driver to move and when I get halfway past the rig sprinkler heads come on and it starts spraying creosote all over creation. I can't go forward or backward or I'll get drenched in this shit. I'm still getting it all over me. It shuts off after a few minutes and a woman appears. She's got very dark lipstick on, short black hair with purple tips, and glasses. She's wearing a white labcoat and she's carrying a clipboard. She might have been hot if she weren't a total woke dykebitch. I go up to her and ask who's going to pay for the cleanup, and also who's going to buy me new clothes. She laughs at this and says nobody is. I said that yes, somebody is and she says she's gonna call the cops. I tell her to do so by all means.

Instead of cops showing up, 3 more women show up. They are also woke dykebitches and they are also kinda hot. They are ridiculing me for demanding justice for their environmental disaster and I start rubbing my creosote-covered clothes up against them, tarnishing their pristine white labcoats. They don't like that very much.

[here the rest of the dream gets x-rated]

I wake up.

I travel for some unknown reason to a very large city in Wisconsin. The place I'm staying in is a 1 bedroom 1 bath shithole on a road that is on the edge of an ocean (yes i know, it's a dream). The ocean is clear and blue and beautiful, and the tiny beach across the road to the north is clean. Next door to the east, across an T intersection, is a gas station and the next building is some kind of industrial factory surround by chain-link fence. The road going that way ends at the gate. To the west are various shanty cottages linked together and broken only by road crossings. I venture out at dusk to go grab a pack of smokes. I have $5. I walk to the gas station and it's closed. I look over at the factory and see some people hanging around the entrance gate, so I walk over to see if I can bum a smoke. None of them smoke. I look back from whence I came (the west) and take in the contrasting beauty of the oceans lapping over the beach on my right and the hovel-infested dwellings and big city skyline on the left. Darkness is falling. I still need smokes.

I start walking down the road that hugs the shoreline, maybe 3 blocks and turn south, toward the innards of the city. Night has come. I'm in a ghetto, niggers are playing stabbing games with their neighbors and I just strut through like I own the place, dodging bodies. I come upon a commercial district, with semi-tall buildings, mostly non-violent people, and lighting that morphs only the way that "come buy this" signs can manage when grouped together. I know that I've been going south down this road for at least an hour. There's a coffee/restaurant on my right at this intersection and I walk in.

It's a family-oriented trendy/hipster hangout with NPCs sipping cappuccino and munching on delicately crafted plates of soy. Only having $5, I linger near the exit and wait for some departing patrons. A pleasant family heads my way and I pardon myself for interrupting their exodus and inquire as to where the nearest gas station is. Promptly I'm instructed to go 4 blocks west.

I thank them and head that way, taking in the sights of strip malls decorated with the sort of smorgasbord of city dwellers you would expect; high-class, low-class, and no-class. I get to the designated coordinates and there's no gas station. I take in my surroundings and decide my best bet is to continue my search to the north, up this different street, back in the direction I came from.

The topography of this city is surprisingly varied; to this point it was all flat, but now I enter small valleys and hills, with astonishing buildings with real architecture bordered by the creeping DEI designs of paperboard box buildings that could collapse at any moment. The road divides, with what looks to be a college in the V between. I take the right path and soon I'm in a jungle of dorms that skirt the edges of higher education.

They are infested with wiggers, blasting rap music, snorting cocaine off the sidewalk, fighting each other tattooed skanks with blue hair. Ahead I see a fight club with lots of members. Being alone, I diverge into a sidestreet to evade the not-so-great odds presented to me. I enter a semi-enclosed private parking area within a group of buildings around its edge and my way forward is on the opposite side through another alley. Asians start popping out of the shadows. Not just any Asians though: Ninjas.

I pause, evaluating my situation. I'm in a metro city in Wisconsin, alone, on the streets, in an alley parking lot, surrounded by ninjas, with $5, and all i want is a cigarette. They begin to close in on me. I slowly bring my hands together high in front of me, joining them together and then lowering them as my body crouches and my legs assume the stance. I thrust my left hand forward whilst simultaneously tucking my right in to my side, as fast as lightning with a "HYAH!". They stop. They stare. They laugh. They step aside and let me past. Whew, close one.

I proceed down the alley and come out into a public parking lot. With all the excitement dealing with the ninjas I realize my bearings are gone and I'm lost. There's a small circus tent pitched in this parking lot, the flaps are up, and I can see it's a bunch of furries playing Dungeons&Dragons. I move toward them.

I wake up.