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.