neocitran

The thing I've found about Neo-Citran is that it gives you these really intense dreams. After overdosing on pseudoephedrine last night, I proceeded to dream that two of my friends, Patrick and Qelsey, had released Charles Manson from his incarceration. Their collective plan was to destroy the University of Alberta hospital (pretty narrow minded plan if you ask me) using bombs and bullets, so I set out to stop them. Somehow I found out that there was only one supplier of C4 in the city and I met with him and bought all of it (wasn't much, like $20 worth - currency doesn't mean much in dreams apparently). I stashed the C4 in my old Yellowbird house so that they'd never find it.

The only thing left to do was make sure that Qelsey and Pat didn't get their hands on artillery. I followed Pat to the Pulse Generator, confronted him, and stole his pistol with some quick pick-pocketing. I had the idea to wait until Pat left then stash the pistol in another locker so that when he realized I'd stolen it, he'd come back and look in the wrong locker for it.

After working out, I came back to find my locker wide open and my bag rummaged through - Pat had cut open my combination lock. I high-fived myself for my ingenuity and retrieved the pistol from the other locker, then left the gym. I hopped in the elevator, but somehow it malfunctioned and started taking us to the lower floors of the hospital. I must have been in a special elevator because we started going down to like the 49th floor, where two janitors got off, and despite me pressing the main button like a hundred times, I managed to go down to the 70th floor (didn't even know they dug that deep) where the elevator banked into this platform where I suppose elevators go to sleep at night. I got out and there was a bunch of these floating Go-Kart things that could be driven into a tunnel and I asked them what it was and the people riding them responded, "It's Google Earth!"

At this point the elevator was out of commission and I was stuck on the 70th floor underground. I was there for about 10 minutes when all of a sudden the building rumbles and these red lights come on and then this emergency door suddenly opens and tells us all to evacuate. We run out this door and it's like a billion winding stairs that reminded me of Escher's Relativity print. It takes forever but we make our way up and the U of A building is in shambles; apparently they were able to find charges and destroy the building's outer structure. Unfortunately a win for Charles Manson.