dream

My dream last night involved me, some skinhead russian girl superpilot and her dad finding out about a plot to carry out an attack on somewhere (not clear where) using a helicopter that was stored near a costline, camouflaged up to look like the rocks (like airwolf with a camou paintjob).

This, of course, meant that we had to use something between a stealth bomber and a microlight (which, in the dream, was more like a canoe with a parachute on top... that flew, inexplicably) to chase after the thing in stages, over cities, with the eventual plan of shooting down the helicopter, stopping briefly with sets of friends to refuel and rest until it moved on again.

Some of the dream was set in half-demolished Cyprus (not hard to imagine, as half of Cyprus seems to be under construction at any given time), at night, hanging around derelict ex-hotels, hiding from authorities rebuilding and policing the area. During that point, liz and kerry were with me and liz had taken a load of photos (all of this flashing back to my recent holiday, no doubt) but had got them developed locally by some chopshop that'd printed the photos onto triangular black card, with logos and adverts *printed over your photos*.

One of the places we stopped off was all gantries and ad-hoc overhead cabins, like the loteks' hideout from Johnny Mnemonic, except that instead of Ice Tea in weird makeup running the place, it was (unsuprisingly) ynl in charge of the small rebel base.

After stopping off at cat's place, we we'd sat back down in the stealth-microlight and were about to take off when my girlfriend got up to go to work, waking me up in the process. But, given the nature of the dream, it didn't seem to have a clear endpoint, so I suspect it would have been a non-stop chasing dream with no conclusion.

Still, that was fun. I want to watch Johnny Mnemonic now.