Weird Borg dream.
I supposed to go to work this morning, but got rain out. Made it home by 7:30 AM and decided to take a nap. Started napping and just work up from that nap at around 12:30 PM. Four hour dream time plus being up for an additional 3.00 hours. Was up at 04:30 AM to get ready to then be picked up by 05:30 AM.
The dream started out looking on large phalanx' of large war machines walking on two or four legs at the center of each phalanx. The central phalanx of each assault wave was were the war machines were located. The war machines had their own protective cube of soldiers at least, forming a perfect cube around the war machines at all times.
On the flanks of the center phalanx were smaller phalanx numbering in the lower thousands as well, that moved forwards and back as the central phalanx moved backwards. Between two phalanx there was a single phalanx with a medium war machine on two legs.
The attack on the city at the base of a large spire shaped mountain with buildings on the side of the mountain began with the war machines firing phaser or disruptor weapons against the city at the base of the mountain. A small river was between the city and the base with a larger river out in front of the city. A small defense force between the river and the oncoming war machines, glinted in the morning sun. The shield buckled with every shot as photo torpedo's began firing from the war machines.
In the sky above the war machines, a type of small, friendly fighter craft buzzed the war machines with phaser and torpedo fire. Occasionally a fighter would stop, suspend near a war machine before quickly speeding off. Most of the friendly fighters were shot down using this maneuver. Moving in closer to one war machine I found out what the fighters were up to. A paratrooper, wearing a suit reminiscent of the Red Angel suit, would jump from the hovering fighter and make her or his way to the war machine. Most didn't make it and were consumed by phaser fire coming from troop ports on the war machine. A few did make it. The paratrooper landed on the aft section of a smaller war machine. The air around the panel became disrupted, like a spacial anomaly was forming. The paratrooper then unfolded some type of flat panel that had smaller cubes glowing on the face of the panel. When the panels arranged properly, most likely some type of hacking device, the war machine, the paratrooper and most of the phalanx', including the central phalanx, disappeared for one second in a blight white light surrounded by a light yellow halo. When the phalanx' returned, they all fell, dead, to the ground and were burnt to a crisp.
I supposed to go to work this morning, but got rain out. Made it home by 7:30 AM and decided to take a nap. Started napping and just work up from that nap at around 12:30 PM. Four hour dream time plus being up for an additional 3.00 hours. Was up at 04:30 AM to get ready to then be picked up by 05:30 AM.
The dream started out looking on large phalanx' of large war machines walking on two or four legs at the center of each phalanx. The central phalanx of each assault wave was were the war machines were located. The war machines had their own protective cube of soldiers at least, forming a perfect cube around the war machines at all times.
On the flanks of the center phalanx were smaller phalanx numbering in the lower thousands as well, that moved forwards and back as the central phalanx moved backwards. Between two phalanx there was a single phalanx with a medium war machine on two legs.
The attack on the city at the base of a large spire shaped mountain with buildings on the side of the mountain began with the war machines firing phaser or disruptor weapons against the city at the base of the mountain. A small river was between the city and the base with a larger river out in front of the city. A small defense force between the river and the oncoming war machines, glinted in the morning sun. The shield buckled with every shot as photo torpedo's began firing from the war machines.
In the sky above the war machines, a type of small, friendly fighter craft buzzed the war machines with phaser and torpedo fire. Occasionally a fighter would stop, suspend near a war machine before quickly speeding off. Most of the friendly fighters were shot down using this maneuver. Moving in closer to one war machine I found out what the fighters were up to. A paratrooper, wearing a suit reminiscent of the Red Angel suit, would jump from the hovering fighter and make her or his way to the war machine. Most didn't make it and were consumed by phaser fire coming from troop ports on the war machine. A few did make it. The paratrooper landed on the aft section of a smaller war machine. The air around the panel became disrupted, like a spacial anomaly was forming. The paratrooper then unfolded some type of flat panel that had smaller cubes glowing on the face of the panel. When the panels arranged properly, most likely some type of hacking device, the war machine, the paratrooper and most of the phalanx', including the central phalanx, disappeared for one second in a blight white light surrounded by a light yellow halo. When the phalanx' returned, they all fell, dead, to the ground and were burnt to a crisp.
