Work Warfare

I started out in a place that I think was supposed to be like being at work. It wasn't supposed to be where I actually currently work in waking life, but just "at work" in general. It was this outdoor area, almost like a great stone arena. It seemed to be a very old place because it seems that the stone all around was very worn and chipped and crumbling in places.

I don't remember exactly what was going on, but there were all these people that were down in the center area of this arena where this was this rolling dirt floor (in the same sense as "rolling hills") I think that it turned out that even though we all worked at this place, the management had split us up into two groups and we were supposed to be fighting with one another using various pieces of artillery. We had things like grenade launchers, rifles that shot huge rounds that were an inch and a half across and at least six inches long, and tanks and helicopters with various types of mounted weaponry.

The two sides fought a very intense battle, and even though I objected to the whole idea, I seemed to be about the best shot for our side. It seems that I had not only a large number of good shots that took out lots of people at once (10 to 15?) but I also seemed to be very adept at narrowly missing good shots fired from the other side. As we fought, it seemed that the area that we were in grew until we were fighting over an area of several acres of open but rolling land.

At the end of everything, there were only a handful of us that remained. I believe that we were supposed to go until everyone from one side or the other was dead. There was a small group of about five of us left. We were basically congratulated and sent on our way.

The next thing that I remember was that I was in this building that was supposed to be almost like a warehouse, but it was skinny (maybe only about 20 feet across and high) but a couple of hundred feet long. One end was completely open with no doors or anything, and the back end was completely dark. There was a tank back there, and just behind it was a mechanic's garage that was cordoned off by a chain link fence. The people that I had survived with were milling around and doing things, but I had the feeling that we were really just waiting for something else to happen.

At one point I got up onto the tank and was having a look around. Rich (the location administrator from work) was there and was telling me how to get into the thing and maneuver it around and how to use the gun. The door to it was on top at the right front corner. I let myself down into it, but I had some trouble because of my weight. I was supposed to sit or stand in the thing with my head and shoulders sticking out of the top. Rich was explaining to me how cramped it is with skinny people, but when one was overweight, it really made it difficult to fit everyone in. I believe he was telling me that a total of three people fit in there at a time, and either the other two people were there to support me (the driver) or I was there to support them. Perhaps it was a bit of both.

Soon after this, I got back out. There was a woman who showed up and was telling us about someone that was coming. She didn't seem perturbed at all, but it was just more of an informational thing, and she had a bit of an attitude of the whole idea of them coming towards us being laughable because we'd blow them out of the water. I think the woman was Priscilla. (from the warehouse at work in waking life)

I went with the others to go look at the people that were coming towards us. I'm not sure what I was expecting to see, but what greeted my eyes was a group of about eight belligerent hippies or rednecks standing just outside. The area I was looking from was not the open door at the far end of the warehouse, but from a room/porch/deck area that was off to the right through another door. They were about 30 feet out just standing on the grass in what looked like a public park area. They were yelling at us about something. I don't remember what it was, but it seemed to be that they were just complaining because they could. I wound up using one of the large artillery rifles and shooting a few rounds at them over the banister from where we were looking at them. Not only did I seem to be missing quite a bit, but the shells seemed to be acting more like grenades rather than shells and not exploding until after they'd bounce around and landed for a few seconds, giving the people enough time to move away from them.

When I fired the second time, the shells went and bounced around at their feet, and of them got the idea to pick the thing up and smoke it like a cigarette or joint. Doing that seemed to defuse the thing, and I became worried that they'd all figure out that's how the shells were defused and we'd not be able to kill them. After a short amount of time I fired a couple more shots, and I actually got a few of the people with some well timed explosions.

After clearing out those people, the people in our crew decided that it was time to head out. Some of them, like Priscilla, got into a helicopter, and I got into the tank while some, such as Rich, walked. It was getting darker and was going to be night time soon, and we started heading down the side of the mountain (I guess we were way up on a mountain, but I never recognized it before now) towards our next destination.