This mornings dream.Submitted by OathMeal at 2013-06-04 10:04:55 EDT
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All I remember is seeing all of this from above, as if I were flying in a helicopter over the event. A fast, silent helicopter with some kind of optical zooming ability that let me really get a good look at what was going on.
It was a music festival of sorts. You know, like Bonnaroo or something. Lots of tents, lots of twenty-somethings having a swell time and lots of cameras rolling in an effort to capture some slice of it for posterity.
Everything seemed ok until a report came into my helicopter that someone, somewhere had been distributing magic mushroom edibles that were...shall we say...tainted, and not in a good way.
These particular edibles were making people morph almost immediately into frothing, homicidal maniacs. There wasn't a way to pinpoint the source of the party favor contaminant, but the effects of its distribution among the 20,000 or so festival goers was becoming VERY obvious.
In one corner or the festival, a man had managed to completely paint the ground around him with the blood of an unwitting hippy who just happened to be the nearest living thing to him. Not long after this was observed, a fight broke out in another corner, involving some two dozen youngsters.
They were not fighting for any thing in particular, rather it was more that they delighted in the violence itself. The sheer activity of disemboweling a stranger with a tent stake seemed like SUCH a good idea.
...to all of them.
All in all, it looked like a few hundred people had managed to group together and turn against the remainder of the festival population. As I was watching all of this from above, I couldn't help but think of one word: zombie. These people had been transformed into bloodthirsty zombies not necessarily out for brains, but still binging on bloodlust and out to murder.
This had to be stopped, obviously.
The surrounding police jurisdictions quickly took action. Barricades were set up, surrounding EVERYONE at the festival. Not just the 'afflicted'...no. No one could be trusted and as such everyone was a suspect.
What I found odd was that these police forces were using technology I had never seen before. They were positioned behind very large screens, sort of like mesh screens the size of a living room wall. Except these screens let bullets OUT, and nothing else back in.
So they were sort of like 'one way only' barricades. Electronic ones that sparked when an incoming projectile was rejected, however allowed the gunmen on the other side to blast away unhindered.
They also had railguns. PROPER rail guns. And not your standard, single-slug ones either. These were rail SHOT guns. That's right...rail guns that blasted a tight shot group of a dozen or so rounds.
I remember seeing one 'afflicted' concert goer have his midsection cooked into a lattice of glowing flesh as he was standing. He managed to take a few more steps before falling to the ground and bleeding out.
My in-dream perspective panned across this morose and confusing battlefield wherein nothing made sense. It was terrifying chaos and blood was flowing with a ferocity I believe had only been seen before at the Battle of Antietam in the American Civil War. There were growing lakes of it.
The bodies flailed in frenetic agony as life escaped them and all I could think was, "you just had to have those mushrooms, didn't you?".
And then, of course (isn't this how all of these sorts of things end?), I woke up.
I then got to the business of making my morning coffee and typing this out.
I do hope you guys stay safe at your next festival. :)