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Originally Posted by Volo
Huuray! The first time I'm in a Downers dream.
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I dreamed of you weeks ago. *hrrmpf!*
Last night, I dreamed TGWBS, Hookbill, a guy I work with and myself were attempting to make wine. Two hundred year-old wine.
The two centuries was the easy part, as I could control time with my mind. The hard part was convincing Tigwubs and my co-worker to not drink it right away. "Two hours is enough," said my co-worker.
We had some real two-century wine, but it was all manky & moldy and I had to pour it out so that TG and my co-worker wouldn't drink it and get sick.
As we started crushing grapes for the third time, Formendacil joined our quest, and at this time the real trouble started, because then a bunch of priests showed up and kept trying to sanctify (or guzzle, not sure which) our efforts, and Hookbill is upset that the experiment is going into the public eye, and I'm upset because "Hey! I'm in charge and I'm not catholic! You don't have anything to do with this!".
And I don't drink alcohol or condone its use, if you were wondering.