Wednesday, 11 January 2006
salvage

I was in space, with another, and we were going through a large ship or installation in which everyone had died. there were bodies everywhere. some were skeletons, and some where in gear. there were no inbetween states with the bodies; they were skeletons, in a state like the undead in wow with bones sticking out, or whole.

the person with me was a slimly-built guy with islander coloring and scruffy curly hair. he was beautiful. very white teeth. he was not wearing a shirt.

what exactly killed all these people was a mystery to us, we poked around and could not figure it out. but at some point, I got knocked out... did we both? and when I woke up, my spine was sticking out like an undead. perhaps it was caused by whatever killed these people.

anyhow, my partner was scornful of this situation, and said his skin always managed to be complete and contain him. I was annoyed as this had never happened before and was thinking how to fix it. in the dream-environment, apparently having one's spine stick out could happen and there was a fix for it, but I didn't know what it was.

Posted by dracon at 11 January 2006 9:12
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