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Was working somehow for this company that was like, a big evil ruthless utility company or something.... I and a few other people were instructed on how to use these new super-strong super ominous little tools that looked like glowing penlights, but which sent forth tiny super-intense beams or sprays which caused total molecular disintegration to occur of whatever it hit. The first time I tried it, half a tree vanished... disturbed yet amazed, I finished off the rest of the tree.
We were helping to clear a pathway for the company... Now I wonder if they were a type of invasion force, or just a company that wanted the land cleared, no matter what was on it, alive or inanimate. My impression was, to just make vanish anything in the way.
I went along a little bit, dissolved a few things, but during this felt some 'spray' on my face...like backspray. This worried me, as wasn't that the 'spray' from the 'pen'? Wasn't I supposed to dissolve, then?
The scene sequed to us 'sprayers' ending up in a building, full of people...in a restaurant, it seemed. I had this long, narrow box I'd gotten in the mail, though one fellow, maybe a waiter, took it and disappeared. I spent a brief time wondering why my box'd been taken away as I wandered in the fairly crowded room, now temporarily seperated from my companions. I got it in my head that I had indeed been hit by 'backspray' from the 'pen', and was now dead and in some sort of hell, for my sins (of having used the pen).
At another point I saw a girl sitting at an outside (balcony?) table, a fellow 'sprayer' I thought....she reminded me of Sam(antha) Jones, the Doctor Who book character. I tried to see if she was sitting alone or talking to someone else...I was going to go out and talk to her, but didn't.
Instead I ended up wandering into one smalller room, where I saw several young children. Figuring they weren't simply as they seemed (mere children) I decided to ask them about my situation. 'Is there any way I can get out of this?' I asked them. (I meant, not have to go through the whole gaumut of this 'Purgatory'.) I forget exactly what one said in reply, though it was 'cryptic' enough so I wondered whether I was getting some sort of answer. (Though...they could have been only kids, answering the question best they could.)
At least a couple of my companions showed up again, and I relayed my 'we were killed by the pens' theory... One, a guy, said No, he'd been told that it (the dissolving spray) was kind of dilute. (Once it exited the pen, perhaps?) At any rate, the gist was that he was claiming that no, we weren't dead. Which was kind of a relief. And we seemed now to be free of having to work for the ruthless company.
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Was hanging around with a few people... We were kind of playing, as we were 'hiding' in a cabinet (we'd try to close the doors so as to not be see-able, though we weren't very successful (too much giggling and silliness). Someone outside, I think a bigger person, might have been playing along in some way. At one point I briefly crawled outside the hidey hole to peek around a corner at a cat who'd approached its food dish in order to get a bite to eat.
We were helping to clear a pathway for the company... Now I wonder if they were a type of invasion force, or just a company that wanted the land cleared, no matter what was on it, alive or inanimate. My impression was, to just make vanish anything in the way.
I went along a little bit, dissolved a few things, but during this felt some 'spray' on my face...like backspray. This worried me, as wasn't that the 'spray' from the 'pen'? Wasn't I supposed to dissolve, then?
The scene sequed to us 'sprayers' ending up in a building, full of people...in a restaurant, it seemed. I had this long, narrow box I'd gotten in the mail, though one fellow, maybe a waiter, took it and disappeared. I spent a brief time wondering why my box'd been taken away as I wandered in the fairly crowded room, now temporarily seperated from my companions. I got it in my head that I had indeed been hit by 'backspray' from the 'pen', and was now dead and in some sort of hell, for my sins (of having used the pen).
At another point I saw a girl sitting at an outside (balcony?) table, a fellow 'sprayer' I thought....she reminded me of Sam(antha) Jones, the Doctor Who book character. I tried to see if she was sitting alone or talking to someone else...I was going to go out and talk to her, but didn't.
Instead I ended up wandering into one smalller room, where I saw several young children. Figuring they weren't simply as they seemed (mere children) I decided to ask them about my situation. 'Is there any way I can get out of this?' I asked them. (I meant, not have to go through the whole gaumut of this 'Purgatory'.) I forget exactly what one said in reply, though it was 'cryptic' enough so I wondered whether I was getting some sort of answer. (Though...they could have been only kids, answering the question best they could.)
At least a couple of my companions showed up again, and I relayed my 'we were killed by the pens' theory... One, a guy, said No, he'd been told that it (the dissolving spray) was kind of dilute. (Once it exited the pen, perhaps?) At any rate, the gist was that he was claiming that no, we weren't dead. Which was kind of a relief. And we seemed now to be free of having to work for the ruthless company.
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Was hanging around with a few people... We were kind of playing, as we were 'hiding' in a cabinet (we'd try to close the doors so as to not be see-able, though we weren't very successful (too much giggling and silliness). Someone outside, I think a bigger person, might have been playing along in some way. At one point I briefly crawled outside the hidey hole to peek around a corner at a cat who'd approached its food dish in order to get a bite to eat.
