Resonant Yaw

"...what he saw as defects were actually necessities. Look: when I was working on missiles, we dealt with something called 'resonant yaw.' Resonant yaw meant that, even though a missile was only slightly unstable off the pad, it was hopeless. It was inevitably going to go out of control, and it couldn't be brought back. That's a feature of mechanical systems. A little wobble can get worse until the whole system collapses. But those same little wobbles are essential to a living system. They mean the system is healthy and responsive."

-Jurassic Park

I can see why this dream started where it had. Earlier in the day, I tried looking for my Halo Cd. When I couldn't find it, I downloaded Halo Custom Edition, thinking there might be a chance I'd run into her on one of those servers. A slim chance, but even if I hadn't found a friend, I might at least find a decent sniper server. Of course there was no luck on either count. I guess it was still on my mind when I went to bed later.

I emerged in my dream on a snowy landscape, once again, in the thick of battle. Except this was from the game. The scene was reminiscent of the one in Halo 3, where the two scarab walkers were dropped from orbit. Though there was only one in this dream, and it's attention seemed to be occupied on the opposite side of the slope. I ran up to get a better view when two zombie-like flood combat forms popped up from the side, landing in my path. I looked around for a weapon, any weapon, and found a pair of plasma swords by the body of a covenant grunt. Perfect.
With a sword in each hand (which they really should've put in the game!) I cut down the two figures before me and continued upward. More flood came scrambling up the side, mainly infection forms. I didn't stop swinging until I made it to the ridge on top. The scarab was about to be taken down by the ODSTs, but I noticed a pair of ghost hover cycles gliding away from the scene, towards a tunnel in the nearby cliff face. Thinking back to my brother's japanese hero shows, I leaped off the hill, taking out a rider with a flying side kick.
I hopped onto the driver's seat as the other ghost came to a halt a few yards away. The other rider wasn't a covenant alien. She was a human. She didn't give me much chance to get a good look, taking off like a shot into the tunnel. I gave chase, hitting the after burners to dash in after her.
Through the winding labyrinth of passages, I kept her in sight until I took a corner too hard and spun out. By the time I got back under control, she was gone. Luckily the tunnel ended soon after that, and there was nowhere else for her to have gone. The room it opened up to had a kind of catwalk or gantry in the middle, leading up to an entryway. Getting off my ride, I noticed there wasn't an easy way to climb up it. So I jumped, kicked off the nearest wall, and grabbed onto the edge, pulling myself up.
The passage way was a white alcove. It didn't look like it would lead anywhere, but when I approached, I suddenly found myself back at Bishop Amat High School. This was creepy. Aside from my time at marching band, I didn't have too many fond memories of this place. It was during that time where I had something of a crisis of faith, and it took me years to find it again.
I continued walking forward, past the library, through the quad, and around the chapel. To my right was the hallway that held my locker for a year and a half until I was expelled. Right across from the infirmary. I don't know what drew me to the door, but I opened it up expecting to find the usual beds and nurses desk. Instead, I found a bedroom, much like the one a child would have. The bed occupied the space under the window, the walls painted in a dark blue color. There were toys strewn about, plastic balls, wooden blocks, and some hot wheels cars. I picked up a red ball, squeezing it lightly in hand. Just like the kind you'd find in one of those playgrounds at Mc Donald's.
Suddenly, a female voice came from behind me, asking "What took you so long?". When I had turned around, I caught a glimpse of the girl who was on the ghost before I had woken up. That was when it came to me. I still had no idea who she was, but I know that I had seen her before. She was the same girl from the art gallery in my previous dream. What she was doing in the middle of a battle, or back at my old high school, I had no idea. Though I still feel a little unsettled from seeing that old place again.