I was a small robotic pterodactly in the far future, where we were used as messengers, transportation, and spies. Spying was my job here, and I was behind enemy lines trying to rescue Bill Clinton, who had been kidnapped by terrorists. I was hiding out in a little grocery store on one of the circular platform-cities (kind of like in Empire Strikes Back) and waiting for it to open for the day. I had to huddle down with my head bent, as if I had been switched off for the night. My design was a little different from the enemy pterodactyls, so I had to avoid close inspection and be as unassuming as possible. I was there because one of the employees - I didn't know which one just yet - was a suspected terrorist and the job was her front.

I kept trying to get a good vantage point of the cashiers' area without drawing attention to myself, as I saw a few other guard pterodactyls in the area. Very stressful, but exciting. As the lights came on and people flooded the area, I could make out a long-haired blonde with pink highlights that acted surreptitiously and seemed to have an accent. I followed her slowly, and as she exited the store rather abruptly, I radioed in to headquarters that she was making a move. I followed her out near the fruit stands, but soon lost sight of her. I took off flying and could see my own wings, metallic and shining in the sun, and I knew I had special bullet-proof skin. I could see other pterodactyls gliding around, some of the larger ones with a rider (I was only about half the size of a human), and it looked like a fantastic painting.

When I finally arrived to meet up with my teammates, I was human again. As we walked through a tall metal structure with stairs, landings, and elevators - but seemingly nothing else - one of my teammates asked me if I knew where I was leading them. I said, "Don't worry, I'm lucid dreaming so I'm in full control." Damned if I didn't wake up right after that.

posted by Larry at 8:46 AM