I HAD TOO MUCH TO DREAM LAST NIGHT

[defrog]

I am in some Fringe-like scenario involving parallel universes. The gateway my organization uses is inside an abandoned factory. The building works like an airlock – once yr inside, it’s airtight, and all you have to do is create a vacuum, and then replace the air with air of a slightly different density that matches the universe you want to travel to, and PAFF! Yr there. You leave the factory and yr in that universe.

I use this method to travel to another such universe in order to meet my team on the other side. We are in search of something called the Jackhammer, a gun that’s more than a gun, though I don’t know how.

I can hear one of my team members approaching, playing a banjo. It turns out it’s not a banjo at all, but a device that looks like a complicated duck call. It has valves you can set so that when you blow into it, it sounds like yr playing a banjo.

He gives me the Jackhammer, and explains that it fires like an ordinary gun – the secret is the bullets, which give it its amazing abilities. Our mission is now to find the ammunition depot where the Jackhammer bullets are hidden.

And then I woke up.

Out of this world,

This is dF