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[camwyn]

Last night's dream involved a confrontation with Emperor Palpatine a la the 'strike me down with your hatred' bit of Return of the Jedi. Except that I said very calmly that I didn't hate him and I wasn't angry. I was going to say something about how you didn't go over to the Dark Side if you cut down an enemy of all life and all things good like you were putting down a rabid dog, but that was when he started yelling for someone to kill me immediately, so I assume he saw my rationale and was taking me seriously. So I ran, because even in my dreams I'm not crazy enough to believe I can fend off multiple opponents. And since this one took place not on the Death Star but on the topmost floor of some amazingly tall building cut into the side of a mountain somewhere, with the 'throw the bad guy to his death' option involving the balcony to the outside world rather than the bottomless pit to the reactor, I hopped over the balcony rail to the next floor down. Managed that one more time before I saw that there weren't any more within reach and I was still an unbelievable distance up, but that there was water several hundred feet below.

And I remember thinking 'thank God for video game physics', and jumping- and sure enough, thanks to the laws of like every video game ever, a fall from several hundred feet up into twenty feet of water was completely harmless. I swam away before Palpatine could scramble anybody else to get me.

Silly brain.

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[crazedcrusader.livejournal.com]

Video game physics FOR THE WIN.

I would say that playing a Ghostbuster-turned-Jedi has had an interesting effect on you, but it seems more likely that you've had an interesting effect on him.

[camwyn]

When I was in fourth grade and Return of the Jedi came out in theaters, I spent every single wish on the Evening Star for six months on the same thing: wishing to be a Jedi Knight when I grew up. Trust me, this particular element has been in my subconscious far, far longer than Ray could ever hope to imagine.

[blackjack-svr.livejournal.com]

My favorite falling dream involved me falling from an airplane and trying to figure out how to survive it. There was a friend falling, too, but I was ahead of him, and out of sight.

What made it memorable was the solution. Somewhere about 10 years ago my dreams took on a control-of-reality theme to them. So, as I fell, I realized the solution was simply to reach out and grab onto the fabric of the sky itself and to let that slow my fall like a gentle parachute. As I approached the ground I swung my feet forward and landed with bent knees, like I'd just jumped off the bottom step of a staircase. I reached into my pocket for my cellphone to call my friend and tell him what to do but he didn't answer. That's when I woke up.

I'm still not entirely convinced it wouldn't work in real life. But I'm not looking to test it.