Art by Meddygon

This dream was really cool.

It had to have been an RPG, because I kept seeing an overhead map to show my location. It had to be only a part of the RPG, because I was only in one location with a caravan.

They were stuck in their location, they had no engines to move their wagon trains. They would wait for trains to pass on the nearby lines, and they would use some makeshift satellite and hacking utility to contact the engineer of the train via telephone. Once connected to the train, they’d ask the engineer to stop, come back, and let them tag on the end of the train to get out of there. Most of the engineers would refuse, ignore, or outright refuse. One even said, “It’s against our regulations to pick up wagon trains, and it’s illegal for wagon trains to ask!” My response, (I was the phone jockey) Then have them arrest us – they’ll drag our wagons out with us, and we’ll get what we want!”
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It started with two miniature landscapes inside aquariums, for use in a science project. One was to show the effects of erosion as from natural water falling, and the other for man-produced falling water (such as toilets and irrigation). On turned out smooth, while the other turn out more natural and jagged. They filled with water, and the ‘camera’ zoomed in as it started to snow on the natural landscape, and I was swimming in
the puddled waters.

I swam up to an edge, and met with Jorenko, and he joined me in the water. WE SWAM AND STUFF! Then we went
into this mansion and it was cool and we slept. th’nd

I was herded into a bus, and forced into a seat. I looked around, and saw several others who were forced in as well. I silently gathered my surroundings, viewed the people, and faced forward in my seat. It was a yellow-bus style set up with the seats, and there were a variety of people. In the back, I had seen a young black man, in the middle seats, several white boys aged 13 to 20. I was seated near the front, and behind me, a rather obese man in blue.

The bus went on for a while, and I could tell there was something wrong. Everyone else seemed to be content, as if there were nothing at all wrong with this trip. I remained seated, clutching my bag. I removed what appeared to be a drumstick from my bag, and stuck it in a pocket.
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It’s strange not being able to just get up and type right when I have the dream, but here is one from last night.

I was in a death match of sorts, it looked JFGish, mainly because I saw Tank-Lupus in it. There were obvious doors and such around this place, and one of the players mentioned that there’s secret doors around. Rather than look around to kill the other players, I searched for the secret rooms.

After a while I found one, and squeezed inside, only to find games. A billion video games! And a TV, and some consoles. I started to play. Playing games is how you got weapons and bonuses. I started with Sonic 2 to get the speed boosts, but I was interrupted.
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Something tells me that I need to play a racing game . . .

It started with someone giving a speech on the discovery of America . . . and how it defied their religions to have people living there . . . and that since no god has come down to punish them, there are no old gods. And with no old gods, there are no old demons. And Sauron blinks from existence. Elrond defeated Sauron with logic. Tee hee.

The convention ended, and it was time for us to play around. I guess we were irken, or something, because lunch was human worm babies. Madness!
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Gah, that was odd. I’ve only seen 5 minutes of Oni being played, but I dreamt about it.

The scenery was a factory of sorts, the walls of a purple and white blending hues . . .

It started with Oni running down a catwalk and knocking a guy over the edge of it midway. She runs to some hollow container and punches a few buttons, and then climbs on top by way of cloaked ladder. The ladder is barely visible, and we only know it’s there by the light shining off it slightly.

She slips inside the container through a hole in the top, presses more buttons, and steps out the door onto the catwalk.
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I just dreamed that I went to Taco Bell and they asked me to work gain, so I said yes, worked for an hour, (at night) and Jorenko ran in to take me away. We ran outside and ran into Matt on the street, and we followed him to Media Play, were he bought something, and we all left.

Then I started making a new campaign using the Darksun: the Shattered Lands game engine (even though that’s not possible) and Jorenko and I entered the game to test it out, and my Elf character died. (They can’t be brought back to life in AD&D 2e)

Jorenko and I met up with Queen Mew and went for a walk in the park, and then I posted the New Q (The dream occurred after the Q was posted) and Jorenko answered it on his laptop and Mew went to another PC to answer. Her PC was below mine in this place, so I leaned over the edge of my floor to look at what she was doing. She wouldn’t have seen me, but my necklace dangled over the edge.

Rar.

Per usual, several dreams. Most were too random to type.

I was at my grandmother’s house (but it wasn’t her real house) for a family gathering. Lots of giant donuts to eat.

Wait, perhaps it was my house, because I had my own room. Which had a door that exited to the outside.

I look out the window, and some bard is harassing my brother, a barb. My brother, the Axe barb. Heh.

I rip the screen in my window and start shouting at the bard to leave him alone, waving a sword at him. Tony takes the time to run off. The bard goes after him after I go back inside.
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Dream 2.9 –
“And you know what that means, don’t you?”
“No.”
“Well, I sure as hell don’t, because this is YOUR dream!”

Dream III

I was playing this new game that starred Luigi for some reason, and it took place in a mansion, but it was NOT Luigi’s mansion. The point of the game was to collect certain items to aide you win the final battle, which you could play at any time. The boss was a fire breathing ghost who was holding a little girl hostage in a room.
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I had forgotten most of my dreams last night until I read Ozziepants Cafe, then I remembered a bit.

I was at a college campus. To get to a certain building, one must go down a set of stairs, under ground, then up another set of stairs into the building. Inside the dark room was a desk and books, and many other things that reminded me mansion basement in FF7. The bulk of the dream was a group of people trying to get into the room (I was in this group) while various other groups kept us out. Some of the groups were: The Knights from Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail, Rabid Christian Fanatics, FBI Agents, and the Mafia.

For some reason, I was always the only one who got through.
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Dream II

For some reason, TNG and I were at a hotel. I cut up a bit of food and threw it on the floor for the cat, but the cat wasn’t there. We did, however, see something grabbing for it, but not reaching. I look down at the floor, and my dog is pulling her excess fur from the carpeting with a bird-claw like paw – both her rear paws have become deformed. MADNESS.

Dream III

I can’t recall much . . . but at the end, we were waiting on a boat for a plane to get to us. “We” being a ghostly goddess – long white dress with dark black hair. There was a male, can’t describe him, me, a couple others, and some freaky girl.
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Dream, dream, dream a dream.

For some reason I was cleaning out my Taco Bell bag while at school, and it was in my old high school, and it was during one of Schneider’s classes. I hated Schneider. I know most people say they hate their teachers, but tell me – have you ever walked into a class KNOWING you knew more than the teacher on the subject they’re supposedly teaching you? People may THINK they know more than the teacher, but with her, I KNEW.

I was cleaning out my bag, and for some reason, the desks were the ones with open space under the surface, so you can stuff … stuff in it. I was stuffing the minimal amount into it, because I didn’t want to lose it, but I did end up stuffing some workbook into it, and some sports trading cards. For some reason I come across a cake in my bag.
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