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twincityhackerHaving dreams about fandom is fun. Having dreams about Children of Earth is not - especially when it's the kind where they're rounding up the kids near where you live. Or in my case, the place made up of all the places I've lived.
The first group of kids I was helping getting a large group of kids onto a bus to get them out of town ahead of the army. But I lost them all because there was a liquid bomb I had to get rid of, and by the time I had dumped out everything the heavily armed soldiers had taken the kids off the bus and onto their trucks and driving off with them.
Then I fell back into my neighborhood, and I managed to scoop up some kids waiting at a bus stop. For some reason the neighborhood was mostly deserted, which was probably my subconscious saving me from watching my next-door-neighbors ( they were a family of deer hunters ) and the army having a shoot out. A little later they were scanning the houses with heat signature cameras, and they caught our residue, but I did something clever with some very large dogs so the army thought they just picked up house pets and not people. Then I woke up, so I got to miss the lovely aftermath.
See, this is why I read "War of the Worlds" and not "The Andromeda Strain." I am several orders of magnitude less likely to have my blood sucked by aliens than I am of dying of the super-flu.
The first group of kids I was helping getting a large group of kids onto a bus to get them out of town ahead of the army. But I lost them all because there was a liquid bomb I had to get rid of, and by the time I had dumped out everything the heavily armed soldiers had taken the kids off the bus and onto their trucks and driving off with them.
Then I fell back into my neighborhood, and I managed to scoop up some kids waiting at a bus stop. For some reason the neighborhood was mostly deserted, which was probably my subconscious saving me from watching my next-door-neighbors ( they were a family of deer hunters ) and the army having a shoot out. A little later they were scanning the houses with heat signature cameras, and they caught our residue, but I did something clever with some very large dogs so the army thought they just picked up house pets and not people. Then I woke up, so I got to miss the lovely aftermath.
See, this is why I read "War of the Worlds" and not "The Andromeda Strain." I am several orders of magnitude less likely to have my blood sucked by aliens than I am of dying of the super-flu.
