That might be the title for the arcade video game I dreamt of last night.
To actually dream a video game... how bizarre. And this wasn't a dream of me playing a video game, where I could see myself infront of the machine, hands on the controls going at it. No, my entire perspective was the screen: blue sky and clouds in the far background, a little gun cross-hair in the foreground, and lots of enemy helicopters in between!
I could slide left and right, hover up and down and pivot to follow my quandry. I had at my disposal a chain gun and some sort of not-to-accurate rockets that seemed to randomly veer up--no problem there, just aim low, they'll shoot high.
I remember starting the dream midway through a level. I was hovering above a sea of white of clouds with a blue sky as the only back-drop--all rendered with a mid '80s 8-bit color palette. A quick scan of the upper left-hand corner of my field of view showed four little helicopter icons: attackers that I needed to seek and destroy. Well, maybe not "seek" as I couldn't go to them really, I'd just have to wait for them to come to me.
I spotted them, all four, about a quarter mile out. I started firing my gun--too far: the bullets dropped off the screen before they even came close to the intended. I started firing my rockets--they veered up, albeit a little closer to my foe. I shifted my aim lower and fired the rockets again--bingo! One of the bogies flashed red to indicate a hit, and they broke their tightly spaced formation. I followed one, I can't remember which, as it came close, firing my rockets and adjusting aim, then going to guns in last 100 yards. It whizzed by and I pivoted on my imaginary base, hoping to put it in my sights again.
The screen started flashing red--I was being attacked from behind! I quickly rotated back to my other attackers and started firing wildly only to have them too whiz by. I had lost all four of them. I kept scanning the sky. Turning here, strafing there. I spotted one and the attack was on again. Slowly, one-by-deliberate-one, little red X's appeared over the helo icons in the upper left-hand corner of the screen. In an epic battle, with some really close calls, I emerged victorious, my foes sent down from whence they came in exploding balls of 8-bit fire.
My dream even came complete with these pre-drawn sepia montages to show my victory.
Yeah, that's entertainment!
At a later point, I was supposed embark on another mission--the next "level"--but the squadron left without me! My last, fading image of the dream was of the sun setting over the mountain-tops in the far distance, the lone, grounded helo perched on the flight deck, and up front: my dejected pilot, standing with his flight helmet in one hand, his other arm sadly hanging at his side, sorrowfully looking down at the scorched, desert ground of base camp with his long, black shadow extending towards me.
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I also had a dream that "re-imagined" the Back to the Future movies, though, this time with a cataclysmic tsunami at the end.