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littlewashuGOD DAMN RUSH 2049. No, seriously, God, please. Damn it to hell.
San Fransisco Rush 2049, for those of you who haven't been at 508 Glen in the past month or so, is a racing game for Dreamcast. There's a Battle mode that we play all the damn time, last night included. As you might expect, it involves driving around a course and blasting your buddies with various weapons.
As has happened before when playing Rush right before bed, it invaded my dreams. But last night it invaded my dreams hardcore. As I lay in bed, all I could think of was battling. I tried to think of other, real-life things, but my sleepy mind kept turning back to Battle. When I fell asleep, I dreamed of Battle. It was more realistic: I was in the car itself, driving around; I could see Culann and Mitch and Neil in their cars; I could see the blue growing orbs of the sonic booms engulfing them. Take that, Neil! I was at some sort of training camp where they taught you how to battle. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I would remember my dream, and then, to fall back asleep, I would think about battling MORE. I couldn't help it. I tried to think of other things, but I couldn't. When I fell back asleep, I had more dreams of battling. Usually my dreams are varied, but not last night. In the morning, I only snoozed the alarm once; my goddamn dreams were still of goddamn Rush 2049, and I was fucking tired of it, so I just got up. As I stumbled around the house getting ready, all I could think of was battling. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?!? I don't even play as much as Neil and Mitch and Culann do . . . . I wonder if their dreams are as single-minded? I mean this happens all the time, when you get on a Tetris kick, or a Megaman kick, or what have you, and you're in the bathroom and all of the tiles look like Tetris pieces, but . . . but this is just rigoddamndiculous.
San Fransisco Rush 2049, for those of you who haven't been at 508 Glen in the past month or so, is a racing game for Dreamcast. There's a Battle mode that we play all the damn time, last night included. As you might expect, it involves driving around a course and blasting your buddies with various weapons.
As has happened before when playing Rush right before bed, it invaded my dreams. But last night it invaded my dreams hardcore. As I lay in bed, all I could think of was battling. I tried to think of other, real-life things, but my sleepy mind kept turning back to Battle. When I fell asleep, I dreamed of Battle. It was more realistic: I was in the car itself, driving around; I could see Culann and Mitch and Neil in their cars; I could see the blue growing orbs of the sonic booms engulfing them. Take that, Neil! I was at some sort of training camp where they taught you how to battle. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I would remember my dream, and then, to fall back asleep, I would think about battling MORE. I couldn't help it. I tried to think of other things, but I couldn't. When I fell back asleep, I had more dreams of battling. Usually my dreams are varied, but not last night. In the morning, I only snoozed the alarm once; my goddamn dreams were still of goddamn Rush 2049, and I was fucking tired of it, so I just got up. As I stumbled around the house getting ready, all I could think of was battling. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?!? I don't even play as much as Neil and Mitch and Culann do . . . . I wonder if their dreams are as single-minded? I mean this happens all the time, when you get on a Tetris kick, or a Megaman kick, or what have you, and you're in the bathroom and all of the tiles look like Tetris pieces, but . . . but this is just rigoddamndiculous.
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Date: 2002-01-02 09:08 am (UTC)What is it with video game-enforced dreams? Is it something about the flicker rate of games, or just that we have to focus on it so hard to play the game?
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Date: 2002-01-02 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-01-02 09:20 am (UTC)Hey, I ever tell you this? This was back during our super-heavy Dr. Mario kick at the old apartment. I saw Dr. Mario pills everywhere, i.e. the standard places like tiles, and when I was falling asleep and whatnot. But there was a point where, one night, I found myself having a very serious fight with my then-girlfriend (a fight which was totally unrelated to Dr. Mario, thank god), and it was seriously like really really bad stuff, and we were THIS close to breaking up, and she's crying and everything, and man, I COULD NOT STOP seeing Dr. Mario pills in the highlights and shadows of said then-girlfriend's face. I saw the pills falling, and the highlights and shadows of her face were dictating where the pills should be placed, to match values of light and dark (instead of red, blue, and yellow), and therefore, make the pills go away and not pile up to the top of her face, which would mean I'd lost. It kept distracting me from the argument. I don't know if my heightened emotional state brought that on or what. It was at that moment that I knew I had a problem. Well, two problems.
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Date: 2002-01-02 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
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