Happy Times

Posted by Tim Habersack on December 21st, 2007 filed in writing

I had a very vivid dream last night, that was a little crazy, but cool. I think this happened because I was thinking about my trip next week before I fell asleep.

I was visiting my friends in Berkeley over the holidays. I don’t remember the beginning, just that I was there, and we were eating Japanese Curry from bowls, and walking around their new home. It was a really massive place, and there were dozens of little rooms. It was neat, all the rooms reflected their owners personalities. (People had more than one room, it seemed everyone had their own room, study, and a project room too.) The corridors connecting the rooms were very tight, steps up, steps down; like we were on a ship. Partway through the tour, I commented how the whole place gave off a Firefly vibe, and apparently that was the goal. Susan’s room, in particular, felt a lot like Kaylee’s. I told her that, and she got very excited about it, as only Susan can. (And I mean that in a good way!) Kimi and Justins room was multi-leveled inside, which was cool, and painted yellow, which I didn’t expect them to choose. Jasons was, of course, black. He did have a SWEET six LCD monitor setup that had all kinds of linuxy, command line streaming data spewing out all over the place, like he was compiling a world simulation or something.

As we’re finishing up, the rest of the group wanders back to their areas, but maiki leads me to this one door.

“Dude, you will really like this. Check it out.” and he opened the door. The rest of the building was a massive warehouse. Shelves everywhere full of parts of all kinds of things; workbenches around the place with half assembled things on them. Many places have dusty brown cloths laying over mounts of equipment. There were no lights, all the light came in from the short, wide windows that bordered the place. Outside, you could see the surrounding countryside, brown hills mostly. As I look, I’m seeing lots of plane shadows on the ground; I can tell they are B-29 bombers.

“Wow, probably an air show nearby.” I said, and maiki agreed. We walk around for a bit, and he’s showing me the place. Apparently all this stuff was here when they bought the place, and he’s still working on inventory. I happen to look out the window again, and there are planes outside, hovering in midair!

“Whoa, check that out,” I said to maiki, and we both stare out the window. Suddenly I see how it could be happening. “Wait a sec..”

We both run up this rickety set of stairs, up to what looks like a foremans office above. You can see the whole warehouse floor from here, but we both stand on the table and look out the forward-facing outside window above it. We see the roof of the warehouse, then I see that we are surrounded by old aircraft and clouds! We’re flying through the air, somehow in the middle of a WW2 bomber squadron that’s doing an airshow.

“Oh my GOD!” maiki and I both yell at the same time.

Now the view switches to a 3rd person view. One of the bombers is talking on the radio, and I can hear the chatter. The warehouse is off in the center of the squadron still.

“Tower, did you give clearance for “Happy Times” to enter formation?” Like a warehouse flying was normal, but why wasn’t he informed of the squadron change? I’m clueless as to what “Happy Times” is, until the view changes again. I’m to the side of the warehouse now, watching as it is screaming through the air, slowly dropping. The wind is tearing off bits of corrugated steel from the sides, bits of wood, etc. As it pans across my field of vision, I see a big logo that looks like it’s been painted on the side of the warehouse forever; the image if half flecked off by time. It is this. (For some reason when I woke up, this was the most important part, so I had to draw it. It took forever to get the smiley face the way it looked, and the letter spacing right..)

Back in the foremans office, maiki and I are watching in horror as the nose of the warehouse is dipping towards the earth, getting closer and closer.

“maiki, you’ve got to pull up!” I shout, because the whole place is shaking from the speed.

“Pull up? Pull up?! It’s a F#$*^ warehouse!” maiki shouts back.

As we watch, we fall closer and closer until it looks like we’re going to smash into a million pieces. Suddenly, the front noses up, and we crash land gently (I know that makes no sense, but that’s what it was) to the ground.

We both look at each other.

Then I woke up.

2 Responses to “Happy Times”

maiki Says:
December 21st, 2007 at 18:32
Well, that is something else. I think we might be able to pull this off, though.

Happy Times… sounds like a hover ship… ^_^
Uncle Mike Says:
December 21st, 2007 at 19:56
You need to expand it more. You need a Japanese artist to bring this fully around.

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