Barrow-Down Dreams

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by Rune Son of Bjarne

I belive that it was actually Lommy and Greenie that left bombs the letter box

Hmmm.... Might sound more plausible...

[Meela]

Since yesterday was my first proper lurk on the Downs in over a year, it's only fitting that last night I dreamt about it.

I held a dinner party to celebrate the occasion, with all you lovely BDers as guests and a few sundry LotR characters thrown in. Only everybody was too wary of Denethor storming in at any moment to enjoy the party properly, and I had to assure them that he was safely locked away in his tower, happily occupied with some candles and matches (like a kid with building blocks, bless).

Unfortunately, my dream of being shacked up with Denethor in domestic, if flammable, bliss was then abruptly ended by a cat jumping on my pillow.

[Lhunardawen]

Welcome back, Meela! Apparently some things never change. Sorry about the unsatisfactory ending, but better that than barging in on an already burning Denethor, eh?

[Volo]

Among several as interesting, or evem more interesting, dreams I saw a rather BD dream last night.

I was a member of a basic fantasy group, knigts, mages, etc. After some random hanging around we entered the royal castle, which had been captured by the enemy. Oddly the castle was clean and empty. Random people I know somehow, mostly from school (Anssi N. who was a mix of himself and Patrick Wolf) walked down different passages of the castle and more kept coming. Then I understood it was a trap and that the people I thought familiar were actually the enemy. I shouted about the trap and suddenly seven from my group were circled by a band of those appearing people who turned out to be Nazgûl. The Nazgûl slowly circled around the captives and of them stabbed one at a time, killing them. Lommy, who was the in the circle couldn't stand it when it was Rune the Red Knight's turn to be killed and attacked the Nazgûl. The fight began.

I wasn't in the circle at the time, but joined in the fight with my Sting. I could pierce the Nazgûl, but not harm them. Soon, I was cornered by two and at the same time somebody else was cornered at the other end of the hall. I tossed Sting at the Nazgûl far away and hit his back stunning him and letting my friend escape. However I would have been killed myself had I not jumped at one of the two that cornered me and grabbed his weapon (all the Nazgûl had different weapons), a very long saw-like white sword that was loose like a whip. I managed to tear it out of the Nazgûl's grasp and as soon as I struck him with it, he died. I gathered that one could kill a Nazgûl with his own weapon. So I fought the second Nazgûl harrassing me. He had a red long sword. Luckily I couldn't harm myself or my friends with my whip-sword, so with some ease I got hold of the red sword and killed the Nazgûl.

I went to the place where I had stunned the Nazûl with Sting. There, in a small room, three Nazgûl in their human form sat around a table with one more person and two of them played chess. I asked "Who's next?" One of the chess-players rose to come out but I said that maybe the one who isn't playing chess at the moment should be first. "Yeah, sure", the Nazgûl agreed and returned to his game. The one who hadn't been playing chess turned out to be Aganzir in a cloak and her weapon was a staff like Gandalf the Grey's. She seemed to be quite tired of her life but showed more effort than I imagined. In the end I stabber her with her own staff. By then, I remember, I couldn't decide on which of the three weapons I should still carry and how.


Blah, since I'm in the mood, I'll write down the other dream I remember.

In one I was living on a hill and being the village mage. First I messed around with my brothers and neigbours. Then two villagers decided to become thieves and everybody started chasing them, but I kept secretly casting Slow and other stat-lowering spells at my fellow villagers and Haste at the criminals who were trying to run away. I did have to hit the thieves with my sword several times to be believable. After running through the village and through a passage the thieves ran over the border of the village and escaped into a metro station. The other villagers including me couldn't get through the station gates, because our law worked only inside the borders of the village. Then I started casting Cure Light/Moderate Wounds of the villagers.

After that I was invited into the office of the village boss. She asked me in Russian to do a psychological test. I had to mark with a marker which of twenty objects I liked. Four or five first were different levels of liking some popular action film. I marked something that looked like a Soviet film collection DVD. The rest were different dishes. Most looked tasty and smelled good but they all contained meat. The boss was most surprised when I told her that if I wasn't a vegetarian I'd have marked some of the dishes. She asked me if I didn't eat meat at all and why. I was proud to tell her yes and because of ethical reasons.

[Thinlómien]

How valiant of me to defend Rune.

But actually, I did have an epic dream too. Unfortunately, I can remember little of it. I was in some parallel world and couldn't get back to the normal world. The parallel wolrd was interesting, but scary. There were small candlelit chapels visited by courtesans, cruel knights harassing townsfolk, a beautiful sad queen with night-black hair and a golden bird as a pet, secret caves under sea and behind waterfalls. Some secret police were looking for me, but fortunately Volo helped me to hide. That was quite strange, as his mum was one of the secret police. I'm rather sure MatthewM and Legate had something to do with it too, but I can't remember what.

I had a less epic BD dream as well. In it, Eönwë changed his screen name to "Father of the Skies" or something like that and then William Cloud Hicklin and Galin made fun of it on some Books thread.

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Whoa! These were both very interesting dreams. It's amazing that you had such a long and still very complex dream, Volo. And Lommy, it's interesting what kinds of details you remember about the world - although, thinking of it, that's just the type of things one usually remembers. But pretty complex, again - a fantasy writer probably would have to put more effort to creating such a world

I had also a BD dream this night, however I decided that it's not much worth posting it, as I don't remember it well - one usually forgets most of the things unless he immediately reflects and writes them down when he wakes up...

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by Thinlómien

I had a less epic BD dream as well. In it, Eönwë changed his screen name to "Father of the Skies" or something like that and then William Cloud Hicklin and Galin made fun of it on some Books thread.

Maybe I will make my title that when (and if) I get one, just because of that.

[Gwathagor]

Originally Posted by Eönwë

Maybe I will make my title that when (and if) I get one, just because of that.

DOOO ITTT.

[Volo]

Originally Posted by Thinlómien

Some secret police were looking for me, but fortunately Volo helped me to hide. That was quite strange, as his mum was one of the secret police.

How very wierd. :S But good that I was of some use for once. Your dream sounds most interesting!

Another dream from last night was me being some secret (so secret that even I myself was only guessing) private detective and my job was to look after a band of dancers participating in some kind of competition. We stayed in three gigantic different coloured balloons inside a cave for the time because of being so famous. There was a great big tower in the cave, a bit like Barad-dûr and the balloons were beside it. I got to see the dance and it was utterly terrible (I was asked to take part in the training and tried doing after another dancer.). The leader of the group who had planned the dance was quite old and nasty and deffinitely didn't like me. In the end I found out that she had become crazy, hence the bad dance, and that there was a bigger mystery behind all that.