found_drama

Today-ish marks the approximate/more-or-less one year anniversary of the beginning of dream-logging here at founddrama.net. Which isn’t to say that “evacuation” was the first. Far from it. But it was the beginning of it becoming a regular thing. Since then, I’ve posted almost 80 dreams, some short and vague, some long and detailed, some after the fact, and some very much immediately upon waking. Some struck a chord with strangers and others with close friends. But pretty much all of them just plain fucking weird. This is a meme that I plan on sticking with.

In other news, I apparently was about a half-hour or so shy of getting home in to meet a reader. A reader who wasn’t kidding when he claimed to be a neighbor. Literally right down the street! So without further ado do we (”I”) add JDS from over @ Latitude 44.2N to the Blacklist…

And to round out the middle of the week:

The “That Was So Last Week” Method
(Match all: Last Played is in the last 7 days, Play Count is greater than 10, Genre does not contain Mix; Limit to 10 songs selected y least recently played)

1. Atomica “Pollen”
2. Doves “Sea Song”
3. Morrissey “Certain People I Know”
4. LSG “I’m Not Existing (O. Lieb Main mix 2)”
5. Meat Beat Manifesto “Edge Of No Control, Pt. 2″
6. Orbital “Halcyon & On & On”
7. Depeche Mode “Useless”
8. IIO “Rapture”
9. Chris Connelly “Come Down Here”
10. Jam & Spoon “Stella (Nalin & Kane Mix)”

We’re a crew of bomber pilots-cum-smugglers. It’s a World War II backdrop. But a little more steampunk. And a little more pirate. Think Memphis Belle meets League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (minus the invisible man and super-powers garbage). We’ve flown behind enemy lines in our converted and camouflaged B-17. Our mission is to smuggle a load of guns and explosives to the underground resistance working within the Nazi-held territory.

We make our drop successfully (narrowly avoiding capture) and when the guns and cash change hands, our clients inform us of another job. “As long as we’re already here.” Seems that a gang of female spies and assassins (posing as prostitutes and performers in the town next to the nearest Nazi base) have fallen on some trouble and need to get boosted out. The problem for us? They’re already on the base.

Our solution? Get ourselves captured. We fly around, make it obvious who we are, and get escorted right onto the base - - bomber and all. One of the guys in our crew knows of a way to pry open the cell doors though and from there it’s a simple matter of sneaking around until we find the dames. And explain who we are (of course, they’re skeptical) and sneak back (under cover of darkness and gunfire) to our B-17 so we can all make our escape. (As we board the bomber, the angle looks an awful lot like the Hoth escape scene from Empire Strikes Back…)