February 21, 2015

I was walking through a crowded house that was for display while being led into an elevator. I wondered why I needed the elevator, considering that I only needed to get to the fourth floor, but the reason was exactly that. We had forgotten to press the button and instead ended up on the 14th floor. The other person walked out of the elevator to get something when the elevator began to inch down the shaft. The doors stayed open but the sunlight was slowly obscured by division between the floors. They told me to press the “open” button on the panel to bring the carriage back up.

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We were working on some kind of weapon the resembled a hair dryer. It would shoot out a thick, blue liquid - staining the target but otherwise appearing harmless. Apparently its true effects would only take place hours later where it would eat at the organic material and kill it from the inside. I carried one such prototype into some kind of arena without even learning how to use it.

I was later back inside a hotel room and shot the gun at the ceiling. “Wouldn’t that leave a permanent stain?” someone asked. It faded quickly afterwards but it made the ceiling glow in its previously designed pattern.