Funny thing in my dream, the ballpark was moved inlad just a bit, and there was som construction going up just behind it. One of those big cranes was standing in the middle of the framework of the soon-to-be building, with it's log arm sticking straight out over the site. The game was long and ended in the 11th with the Giants winning 3-2. A lovely night game until around the 8th, when the wind and rain started. By the time it all ended, the weather really picked up, and I suggested to everyone that we stay in the room a bit longer until the crowd leaves. Nearly an hour later, we're all getting our things together, I look out the window and see the crane in a position different than before. The arm and been turned into the wind (which had picked up incredibly over the past hour), and just then as I'm looking a large block of something heavy and solid is driven right into the joint where the arm meets the pivot point at the top of its support. Three of the counterbalances on the short end of the arm are broken free and fall to the ground, and the other end tilts forward and down, its weighted hook dropping low enough that it and its cables get caught in the wind. Very soon after that, the arm starts to turn like a propellar pushing the hook out, extending it to the full length of the cables that hold it. The speed becomes terrific and starts to look like a yo-yo being twirled over your head as fast as you can move it. The crane breaks some more, due to a car being flung at its midside, and Team 3D simultaneously tell people to run out the suite and downstairs to where it's more sheltered. Team 3D, on the other hand, figured out that the source of all this horrific weather was in fact the most dangerous element of it... ...THE CRANE! In all our glory, just as we're about to jump out the window into action, the hook comes tearing through the suite with such power, it catches all three of us and hurls us into the windows of an office building many blocks away. During flight, we see cars and people being swept up and thrown everywhere in a very messy, yet orderly, tornado-like storm. Once in the office building, a bit cut and bruised, we see other people cowering behind and under desks. They look at us in disbelief, we look at them, and for whatever reason, this goes on for way too long. Through some form of dream-level logical thought, we figure out that if we jump out the window at just the right time, we'll be spun right back around the cyclone, back to the crane. Once there, however, we had to find some explosives to topple the crane (which is still miraculously standing for whatever reason - the cause of the storm is still able to be punished by the storm it created - just accept it, it's a dream) to finally stop the storm. With our arms wrapped around eachother, we count to three, and then Team 3D jumps out the window, and is speedily carried towards the crane. As we got closer, Dave somehow rotates the three of us and screams out, "SEPERATE!". So we all let go, and somehow, Dave aimed us all; Kenn landing on top of the crane, I landed in the middle, just below the pivot joint, and Dave at the bottom near a supply shed (which also hasn't been blown away). Inside, Dave finds all the explosives he needs, carries as much as he can, and starts climbing. Kenn's spinning rapidly on top of the crane, and makes his way alongside it to the control seat to see if maybe there's a break or something of that sort. I make my way up the side of the support column to the pivot-joint, thinking that I could throw soemthing in there that could dislodge the arm and knock it free. Dave reached the dented region that was earlier hit by a flying car, and plants all the explosives. I make it to the joint, and it's now a warped ring that doesn't meet all the way around. However, it's spinning too fast for me to do anything, so I start ripping out power lines and other electrical thingies I find in a fusebox just below. In doing so, I somehow managed to release the weight hook, and it flies off into a building just next to the one Team 3D was thrown into. Kenn finds the coltrol seat, and pulls all the levers he can see. In doing so, he released all the remaining counterbalances, and the arm on the other end begins to lift due to centrifical forces. The support column begins to wobble. Kenn and I jump off the structure and start running away. Dave finishes, drops, and picks up running no more than ten feet behind us, screaming, "TWO MINUTES! TWO MINUTES!" So, for two minutes we ran as fast and as far as we could. We make it to the freeway support columns at the end of Berry Street, and huddle behind one of them. A couple seconds later we hear a huge blast and then a growing grinding and metal twisting sound. Just as we're about to peak out the side of the support column to see, the crane arm comes sliding to a halt on the street right in front of us. Storm, and Crane, defeated. Team 3D wins again. |
