Voices

...because burning them just is not dramatic enough. 11/18/10 A sleek metal bridge extends over the choppy sea. I stand near the center, unable to see the shores on either side, obscured as they are by mist. Rain lashes out in sheets and the wind impedes my movement - block, parry, slash - as I slice through an imperial guard with my lightsaber. Something is speeding towards me, about to impact. I catch the missile with Force Grip, send it spinning into an enemy tank. There is a bridge running parallel to this one, and stormtroopers are setting up missile launchers on the edge. They fire - A wave of my hand sends them careening back into the shooters. A spider-like droid, twice my height, uses the distraction to scuttle towards me, using its legs as blades. I dodge, jump over the droid and land a glancing blow to its head. Its head swivels towards me as it prepares for another run. A purge trooper takes a swipe at me. It misses, barely, and I go on the offensive with a flurry of lightsaber strikes. Seconds later, it collapses to the ground, spent. I keep a wary eye on the spider droid, but it is smarter to take out the smaller enemies first. ...and I am skating down a barely frozen river. I am on skis, I am on a toboggan, I am holding on to some sort of ski lift as it takes me up, no, down the river. And I am stealing some sort of precious coffee grounds. Or beans. One big pile, holding together only because it does not occur to me that they should not. And I am running through a house, up stairs and through hallways and secret passages. This room, says a voice, my voice, Was created by my father as a haven for me. No one else can enter it. And I am laying down behind the couch so that no one can see me through the window in the door. And then I am me, for just a moment. I look at the door and I smirk, knowing that the family that is following me will find me, only because that is what I am expecting. I do not care. It is a dream, and not a particularly awful one. I just want to rest and not think and play through whatever game my subconscious is dreaming up... I wake up to the family pounding on the door, yelling. I pick myself up from the ugly, floral brown couch and pad across the room. I open a closet door methodically, pull a gun from the rack. I am standing in front of the door, holding a crossbow at the ready, pointing through the window. The banging has stopped, and the father asks me if I am really going to shoot his son. Everything's all right. The gun's not even loaded. Exploding Bridges. Scare Factor: 2/10 As an interesting aside, I have not played the game that the picture is from. Before today, I have not seen any pictures or previews, so you can imagine my surprise when I come across an actual spider-like droid from Force Unleashed II, which the dream was based on. Granted, mine had more legs.