I had a dream the other night that I was a corporate saboteur. I had infiltrated the headquarters with a mostly bogus ID and kept falling back on “I’m the new guy” whenever I couldn’t produce the right password. When my ID card didn’t work, I blamed HR – all the while trying to make my way towards an unguarded terminal so I could crash the system. My plan fell apart when I got onto an elevator with a working ID, but then got trapped with the real employees when I couldn’t put in my pin number to get the elevator going. They got suspicious and canceled the trip – opening the doors back onto the lobby floor.
Apparently, though, while we were arguing in the elevator, the office building got another visitor. We barely had time to get out of the elevator before the full wall of glass in the lobby exploded inwards and gigantic greenish-black tentacles crashed through, dousing the tile floor with seawater.
It was a kraken.
We all ducked off to the sides of the elevator as a tentacle crashed into the open doors. I did a roll, came up, and headed for the curved staircase. Racing up the stairs I dodged another tentacle that crashed through the railing, then threw a shoulder into the door of a supply closet. I emerged a moment later holding a box cutter in one hand and some kind of long serrated blade in the other.
I jump a tentacle as I went back down the stairs and tossed the box cutter to an employee. Neither of us spared a moment to even loosen a necktie – with a roar, we both ran towards the monster.
And then I woke up.