For the sake of my pride and sanity, let's just say when I had this
dream I was seeing through the eyes of some one else, more specifically
some free fighter. This is basically the account of the dream. Forgive me
if it doesn't really make any sense, because it was weird for me too.
Niyah knew that she should not be here. Why she was even there was a complete mystery to her. Walking down the dark streets of Harrison Avenue, Niyah instinctively reached for her 9 mm Glock that was tucked behind her back in the waistband of her blue jeans. She pulled it out and checked the clip to make sure it was still loaded. After she satisfied her paranoia, she tucked it back and made sure her black denim jacket concealed it. By all accounts she looked nothing like her other freedom fighters. She preferred to dress in casual clothes that were still considered the fashion in the matrix. The only thing that was a cold reminder of her reality was the gun she always had.
Quickening her pace, Niyah practically ran toward her destination. She was almost there. The exit line was on the corner of Sixth and Harrison. A wave of relief washed over her as she saw the outline of the public phone booth up ahead. But something at the corner of her eye caught her attention. She stopped and noticed a small huddled mass nearly in the middle of the street. Walking more slowly, she noticed that huddled mass was in fact animal, a dog. As she got closer she changed her mind, it was a puppy. As if it felt her presence, the little pup turned its head and started to whimper; it was calling for her. Niyah saw that it was ball of black fur with white and brown patches. It looked so pitiful and its cries were tugging at her heartstrings. It was absolutely adorable. Going against her initial instincts she made a quick jog toward it and picked up the small trembling ball of fur.
"Easy, baby," Niyah crooned to the pup. She tucked him in her jacket trying to give him some of her warmth. "Who would leave you like this?" Then to Niyah's surprise the pup began struggling to get down. She got the hint and put him down. He started to give a distressed yip and started bounding toward a dark alley. Niyah just watched it with puzzled eyes. The pup turned back and started to yip at her again. Then it came bounding back and began tugging at her jeans.
"Alright, alright." Niyah followed the little animal. This is insane. It's just a bundle of code. It's not real. But something about it made Niyah think otherwise. As she followed the pup, she noticed that it went down the dank alleyway and stopped. Now, for the first time, Niyah's instincts were openly signaling an alarm. She noticed a pair of legs stretched out in front of the pup. Who ever it was, it was not a homeless bum, because he was wearing a pair of black slacks, like that of a suit and had a pair of highly polished black shoes.
The pup was impatient now and did not like the fact that Niyah was taking too long to get over there. When she finally did, she thought the pup would explode from the anxiety and relief all at once. When she looked down she a man holding his side. Even in the dark she could see that he was bleeding and it was bad. When her eyes finally finished making a superficial examination of his injury, they rested on his face. Her brain took a few seconds to register the surprise and shock as she recognized him without his sinister shades. She backed away and drew her gun.
Shit! It was that agent, or former agent. Whatever he was. What was his name? Smith. The color drained from her face. This guy had a whole freakin army of clones. Niyah was about to shoot him in the head and make a wild dash for the phone when the pup climbed onto him, blocking Niyah's aim. What the hell?
"Stupid, ball of code." Smith pushed the pup away and glared at Niyah. He tried to get up, but pain shot through his entire right side. Niyah didn't know why she did not just shoot him on sight. She should have. He would have done it without so much as a blink of an eye. Maybe it was the pup. If something that simplistic had loyalties to a thing like Smith, maybe there was something there.no way. Whatever, she was in the middle of this now and to her mind's utmost shock she went against common sense and lowered the gun and tucked it back. She bent down and tried to take a better look at his wound.
"Get the hell away from me," Smith growled. Niyah backed off and then saw the pup give Smith a warning bark. "You stay out of this."
Niyah couldn't believe what she was seeing. Still, how could she help if he didn't want it?
"Why don't you just phase or shift out of the body? Or whatever it is you do?" Niyah said with a slight twinge of disgust.
Smith didn't try to justify his condition to this human. He was about to tell her to leave him the hell alone when he saw something in the dim street light past her.
Niyah saw the sudden change in him and saw that the pup began growling menacingly. She turned and saw a shadowed figure in the streetlight. She couldn't see the person's face, but something inside her felt as if she had just been shoved into a freezer. She looked back at Smith and she actually registered fear on his face, which was near impossible. Regaining her senses she grabbed Smith by the shoulders and hoisted him up. He growled in pain, but latched on to her for support. Niyah then made a break for the other end of the alley. They had to get away from that thing. She didn't know why, but she felt it. Half dragging, half carrying Smith, Niyah tried to put as much distance between them and the figure as she could. She then heard the pounding of shoes behind her. He was coming after them and gaining fast, real fast. She then felt Smith reach around her and under her jacket and pull out her gun. He suddenly put his foot down hard, making them suddenly stop. Using their momentum, Smith spun them around and as the figure came within his sight he emptied the entire clip at the figure. Niyah was sure as hell that every single one had met its intended target. The figure stopped and slumped to its knees. Niyah took this time to grabbed Smith and made a fast retreat.
Niyah knew that she should not be here. Why she was even there was a complete mystery to her. Walking down the dark streets of Harrison Avenue, Niyah instinctively reached for her 9 mm Glock that was tucked behind her back in the waistband of her blue jeans. She pulled it out and checked the clip to make sure it was still loaded. After she satisfied her paranoia, she tucked it back and made sure her black denim jacket concealed it. By all accounts she looked nothing like her other freedom fighters. She preferred to dress in casual clothes that were still considered the fashion in the matrix. The only thing that was a cold reminder of her reality was the gun she always had.
Quickening her pace, Niyah practically ran toward her destination. She was almost there. The exit line was on the corner of Sixth and Harrison. A wave of relief washed over her as she saw the outline of the public phone booth up ahead. But something at the corner of her eye caught her attention. She stopped and noticed a small huddled mass nearly in the middle of the street. Walking more slowly, she noticed that huddled mass was in fact animal, a dog. As she got closer she changed her mind, it was a puppy. As if it felt her presence, the little pup turned its head and started to whimper; it was calling for her. Niyah saw that it was ball of black fur with white and brown patches. It looked so pitiful and its cries were tugging at her heartstrings. It was absolutely adorable. Going against her initial instincts she made a quick jog toward it and picked up the small trembling ball of fur.
"Easy, baby," Niyah crooned to the pup. She tucked him in her jacket trying to give him some of her warmth. "Who would leave you like this?" Then to Niyah's surprise the pup began struggling to get down. She got the hint and put him down. He started to give a distressed yip and started bounding toward a dark alley. Niyah just watched it with puzzled eyes. The pup turned back and started to yip at her again. Then it came bounding back and began tugging at her jeans.
"Alright, alright." Niyah followed the little animal. This is insane. It's just a bundle of code. It's not real. But something about it made Niyah think otherwise. As she followed the pup, she noticed that it went down the dank alleyway and stopped. Now, for the first time, Niyah's instincts were openly signaling an alarm. She noticed a pair of legs stretched out in front of the pup. Who ever it was, it was not a homeless bum, because he was wearing a pair of black slacks, like that of a suit and had a pair of highly polished black shoes.
The pup was impatient now and did not like the fact that Niyah was taking too long to get over there. When she finally did, she thought the pup would explode from the anxiety and relief all at once. When she looked down she a man holding his side. Even in the dark she could see that he was bleeding and it was bad. When her eyes finally finished making a superficial examination of his injury, they rested on his face. Her brain took a few seconds to register the surprise and shock as she recognized him without his sinister shades. She backed away and drew her gun.
Shit! It was that agent, or former agent. Whatever he was. What was his name? Smith. The color drained from her face. This guy had a whole freakin army of clones. Niyah was about to shoot him in the head and make a wild dash for the phone when the pup climbed onto him, blocking Niyah's aim. What the hell?
"Stupid, ball of code." Smith pushed the pup away and glared at Niyah. He tried to get up, but pain shot through his entire right side. Niyah didn't know why she did not just shoot him on sight. She should have. He would have done it without so much as a blink of an eye. Maybe it was the pup. If something that simplistic had loyalties to a thing like Smith, maybe there was something there.no way. Whatever, she was in the middle of this now and to her mind's utmost shock she went against common sense and lowered the gun and tucked it back. She bent down and tried to take a better look at his wound.
"Get the hell away from me," Smith growled. Niyah backed off and then saw the pup give Smith a warning bark. "You stay out of this."
Niyah couldn't believe what she was seeing. Still, how could she help if he didn't want it?
"Why don't you just phase or shift out of the body? Or whatever it is you do?" Niyah said with a slight twinge of disgust.
Smith didn't try to justify his condition to this human. He was about to tell her to leave him the hell alone when he saw something in the dim street light past her.
Niyah saw the sudden change in him and saw that the pup began growling menacingly. She turned and saw a shadowed figure in the streetlight. She couldn't see the person's face, but something inside her felt as if she had just been shoved into a freezer. She looked back at Smith and she actually registered fear on his face, which was near impossible. Regaining her senses she grabbed Smith by the shoulders and hoisted him up. He growled in pain, but latched on to her for support. Niyah then made a break for the other end of the alley. They had to get away from that thing. She didn't know why, but she felt it. Half dragging, half carrying Smith, Niyah tried to put as much distance between them and the figure as she could. She then heard the pounding of shoes behind her. He was coming after them and gaining fast, real fast. She then felt Smith reach around her and under her jacket and pull out her gun. He suddenly put his foot down hard, making them suddenly stop. Using their momentum, Smith spun them around and as the figure came within his sight he emptied the entire clip at the figure. Niyah was sure as hell that every single one had met its intended target. The figure stopped and slumped to its knees. Niyah took this time to grabbed Smith and made a fast retreat.