Rambling dreamlogs behind a cut
Apr. 9th, 2006 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberI think my dreams are pretty clear: avoid Central American archaeology.
The dream of Friday morning was interesting, in that after the usual bit of gobbledegook (There's a lawn, but you're in post-apocalyptic anarchy, and you and Kris F? have to find food, and there are lots of tasty fruits growing on bushes on the bluff, like tamarind/cocoa stuff in pods, but there's a big gorilla who claims all that and might reappear at any moment and if you see him it's too late because he moves way faster than you, time to get out of there, take the furniture you've scrounged for your little nomadic household... The most important piece of furniture seems to be a 12-foot metal stair/ladder which you have to navigate down a flight of emergency stairs. Oh, and you changed POV character in there at least once) it turned into a gaming session.
We came to a courtyard where there was a fight. 3rd POV character of the evening got close enough to the main bad guy that he couldn't draw his katana, so I drew it and stabbed him with it backwards... Aware that others in my group were taking out his minions. But then, the GM narrates, he takes his wakizashi and runs through [pretty girl mystic on my side who had been hanging around the edges] before dying! Then in the after-game talk, the GM made some comment about her death and I leap in, "It was complete GM fiat! Howcome she died in that fight when my character also had no applicable skills!" But you're a Dog... "Then you should have mentioned in the fight how it was helping me! 'Your coat's folds get in the way of his blade... You catch his slash on the Book of Life...!'"
I found this really amusing. You can read it as either, 1. I will argue with GMs even in my sleep, or 2. Even in my sleep fairness is key to me. Also, "GM Fiat" is fightin' words.
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First bit of dream this morning involved being at a mall around a big indoor courtyard/department store. Mike S was there, hiding out as a soldier because the actual soldiers in the Midwest weren't being called to go to the war, just the draftees and reserves and people on the coasts. He was a bit torn about dodging the war and doing spy stuff in the mall. After meeting him I flew away over the racks of clothes in the department store.
I stubbornly stayed asleep and was rewarded by a dream in which I had to step out of a Disneyland office building lunchroom, and in a Laura-Ingalls-Wilder sort of setup, Pa and I had to shoot an oncoming man. With rifles that had to be hand-cocked each shot to scoop the powder up out of its dish in the top of the gun and get it next to the spark. Took me like 7 shots to get him... First few I was a bit panicky, then I grabbed onto the routine: cock the gun, seat the butt of the rifle in my shoulder, aim, pull trigger...
Then I found the walletpurse I'd stashed in the lunchroom and found I'd left more than $200 in it, which was pleasing. And I managed to take my rifle mostly apart and followed Pa around a bit since he knew how to clean them and I'd forgotten. Black powder everywhere!
Thence to a trip across the Colorado mountains. I was flying. Landed in an archaeological dig, where I had to almost literally drag one of my compatriots away from some evil mind-whispering artifact. Alas, the evil guy who ran the site wasn't going to let us get away that easily. Chased into it, we had to move along the edges of the stone rooms because stepping on the dust in the centers set the ghosts within to rising. We hit a dead end in a room that had been used for those hacky-sack games of human sacrifice, and the balls began rising up with toothy faces, and I had to drag the weak compatriot away again before we were sucked into the game. We found a wooden door out. In the small courtyard around the fountain outside, one of the winged people was able to carry someone, and the 4th of our number somehow was able to fly temporarily, too... Perhaps I could carry him. So once in the air, we were easily able to get away. In the dream landscape, evil haunted Central American temples are located about where South Suburban Rec Center is in real life.
The dream of Friday morning was interesting, in that after the usual bit of gobbledegook (There's a lawn, but you're in post-apocalyptic anarchy, and you and Kris F? have to find food, and there are lots of tasty fruits growing on bushes on the bluff, like tamarind/cocoa stuff in pods, but there's a big gorilla who claims all that and might reappear at any moment and if you see him it's too late because he moves way faster than you, time to get out of there, take the furniture you've scrounged for your little nomadic household... The most important piece of furniture seems to be a 12-foot metal stair/ladder which you have to navigate down a flight of emergency stairs. Oh, and you changed POV character in there at least once) it turned into a gaming session.
We came to a courtyard where there was a fight. 3rd POV character of the evening got close enough to the main bad guy that he couldn't draw his katana, so I drew it and stabbed him with it backwards... Aware that others in my group were taking out his minions. But then, the GM narrates, he takes his wakizashi and runs through [pretty girl mystic on my side who had been hanging around the edges] before dying! Then in the after-game talk, the GM made some comment about her death and I leap in, "It was complete GM fiat! Howcome she died in that fight when my character also had no applicable skills!" But you're a Dog... "Then you should have mentioned in the fight how it was helping me! 'Your coat's folds get in the way of his blade... You catch his slash on the Book of Life...!'"
I found this really amusing. You can read it as either, 1. I will argue with GMs even in my sleep, or 2. Even in my sleep fairness is key to me. Also, "GM Fiat" is fightin' words.
* * *
First bit of dream this morning involved being at a mall around a big indoor courtyard/department store. Mike S was there, hiding out as a soldier because the actual soldiers in the Midwest weren't being called to go to the war, just the draftees and reserves and people on the coasts. He was a bit torn about dodging the war and doing spy stuff in the mall. After meeting him I flew away over the racks of clothes in the department store.
I stubbornly stayed asleep and was rewarded by a dream in which I had to step out of a Disneyland office building lunchroom, and in a Laura-Ingalls-Wilder sort of setup, Pa and I had to shoot an oncoming man. With rifles that had to be hand-cocked each shot to scoop the powder up out of its dish in the top of the gun and get it next to the spark. Took me like 7 shots to get him... First few I was a bit panicky, then I grabbed onto the routine: cock the gun, seat the butt of the rifle in my shoulder, aim, pull trigger...
Then I found the walletpurse I'd stashed in the lunchroom and found I'd left more than $200 in it, which was pleasing. And I managed to take my rifle mostly apart and followed Pa around a bit since he knew how to clean them and I'd forgotten. Black powder everywhere!
Thence to a trip across the Colorado mountains. I was flying. Landed in an archaeological dig, where I had to almost literally drag one of my compatriots away from some evil mind-whispering artifact. Alas, the evil guy who ran the site wasn't going to let us get away that easily. Chased into it, we had to move along the edges of the stone rooms because stepping on the dust in the centers set the ghosts within to rising. We hit a dead end in a room that had been used for those hacky-sack games of human sacrifice, and the balls began rising up with toothy faces, and I had to drag the weak compatriot away again before we were sucked into the game. We found a wooden door out. In the small courtyard around the fountain outside, one of the winged people was able to carry someone, and the 4th of our number somehow was able to fly temporarily, too... Perhaps I could carry him. So once in the air, we were easily able to get away. In the dream landscape, evil haunted Central American temples are located about where South Suburban Rec Center is in real life.