August 9, 2004

The Many Forms of Brine Shrimp

I had a very large fish tank in the kitchen, and filled it up with water, some "brine shrimp" eggs, and some food. Before the end of the night, however, upon inspecting the tank I discovered that there was more than brine shrimp in it- there were a number of fish, already the size of dimes, some crabs, and even some thrashing birds!

I opened the lid and took out a crab, inspecting it for a while and running it under the sink's water. Although I was uncertain if they would have enough food for the night, I then replaced the lid, which wouldn't close as previously it had been air tight, but now there was air in it. I pondered pumping water from the tank to the sink, but the air pump wouldn't work for that and I had nothing else that might work.

The next time I tried to close it, though, it worked, and then I went to bed.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:05 PM

Culling the Weak

I and some of my friends and classmates were on two boats, which were speeding through the water. The first boat was a plain barge, but the second had three buildings which housed some game development companies.

After a time of traveling on these craft, something happened and we were all transfered to a single barge, different from the previous ones in that the floor was inset into the barge and it was more passenger-oriented, with storage compartments and seats.

We were then informed by the leaders that soon we would all battle, and that those who were blind or otherwise incapacitated already would be given a chance to be killed before hand.

This, they said, was being done so that the weak would be culled out and we might have a small enough population that we might travel back home. We were then sent racing around the barge, collecting weapons and such.

Someone else tried to attack me with his knife, but I yelled that the battle hadn't started yet, and the leader confirmed that it would start tomorrow.

The leaders then called everyone up, requiring that they turn in a number of their items for an unknown reason. Just as this happened and I began to panic, as I only had a few vital items with me, my gun, knife, clothes, and camera, I was transported to where someone I knew was.

This was not an unusual happening, but I knew that before too long I would be transported back and required to turn in some items. As such, I decided that I needed to get some wontons that I could turn in. The person that I was with was evidentially chinese, and she ran off to start making some.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:03 PM

August 6, 2004

Boatride From Camp

I was on a boat, riding home from a camp. We spotted another boat that looked rather strange, and so began to follow it, trying to figure out what was so strange about it.

Shortly after that, a number of people of Indian descent boarded the boat and we went to an interior area to wait for dinner. The room was somewhat crowded, but quite comfortable, as we were using each other as footstools and chairs. A ritual, evidentially Indian, was begun, whereby one would spoon out two spoonfuls of a sand-like substance with crushed red plastic pieces in it.

Soon after the ritual started, I went to sleep, dreaming of the place where the Indians had evidentially gone to school. I woke up as the bowl was passed to me, and nervously spooned two spoonfuls of the substance to the side of the bowl. Passing the bowl, I saw that two people to my left had also gone to sleep, and so I passed it to the next person, somewhat annoyed that someone must have woken me up.

After some more time socializing and whatnot, some adults decided that it was getting too rowdy, and turned off the TV, evidentially moving a number of the people who had been there to another room.

While I was searching through my pack at this time, an adult sized figure in the hallway asked me if I could use this key as he had to lock the prison cells, and tossed me a piece of blue plastic. I asked him if it just locked my satchel and he said yes. Although I hadn't realized it, someone else in the room with me thought that it must be my former roommate, who had given me some things to keep for a time.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:06 PM