Barrow-Down Dreams

[wilwarin538]

So I had another dream. And I can't remember all of it, so it makes like no sense.

I remember being in the middle of the woods, and Shasta and Nerwen were there. We were playing a game of Werewolf I think with a bunch of other random people. Then we were on this strange bus, I guess headed home, and the bus driver was this really strange lady who was a terrible driver.

So we're driving along, going over a ton of bridges really really fast, when she suddenly veers off a bridge and we're on this big outdoor football field. There's a building beside it so we stop there and she's all excited about taking a nice break and everyone else gets off the bus except me, Nerwen and Shasta. The three of us are trying to get some sleep in the small bed at the back of the bus (so strange), cause we're really tired. All the other passengers are throwing a large beach ball around the field, while the crazy driver makes pasta.

The rest is really blurry, but at some point Phantom showed up and was trying to entertain me by reading me this book (which I think had moving pictures), and he was laughing really hard but I didn't think it was at all funny.

The end.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

We were all quite excited because the train pulling into the depot was really high-tech looking, and then it kept going without stopping, and it turned out our train was a sketchball looking little trolley that was squeaking on the rails, covered in rust.

So we piled in, and the seating was limited. Nienna and Formy were nauseatingly romantic, over in their own corner. Mira and Lari were along one wall. The phantom found a seat in the middle of everyone and everything, and I snagged the seat next to him, refusing to stand.

Wilwa was nearby, and I thought about offering my seat to her, but can't remember why I didn't. Nogrod was across the aisle, wearing pajama pants and trying to argue with us about whether or not he was intoxicated. I pointed out that he was wearing pajamas, and he stopped arguing.

At first we couldn't find Lommy, but it turned out she'd settled in the next compartment behind some very large people who obscured our view of her. She popped her head out and waved.

And then Greenie came. She'd boarded last, and again, I considered offering up my seat. But then I had a better idea.

Just as the phantom offered to let her sit on his lap for the duration of the ride, I patted my own lap and she settled in to snuggle with me instead of him.

I was really quite pleased about this.

Later, we were all playing paper telephone, but I was very confused as to how to play it. I was trying to write funny sentences that took up the whole page, but I only got about as far as thinking, "I should write something about Lommy and penguins" before I glanced over and saw that the phantom was very neatly writing his sentence inside of a grid.

Everyone else seemed to be gridding their letters too, because apparently the point of the game was to disguise your writing so nobody could guess who wrote the sentence.

I tried to start over, tooling my sentence into a pair of Italian leather men's shoes, but then Nog was insisting that we finish, and I realized that I'd misspelled something anyway, and my hand drawn grids were completely uneven.

Aganzir told me it would be fine, but I really didn't want to play any more.

[Mirandir]

After having a conversation with Fea last night about how I never remember dreams well enough to be able to post, I have a dream that I remember well enough to post. Go figure.

It started out as a cohort from school and myself running a Pride meeting (as we are wont to do), in which Shasta and Boromir88 were present. We were going around the circle saying something interesting about ourselves, and my fabulous fact involved pointing at the two of them and exclaiming "I met the two of them online!" in a total 'Ima two year old' happy voice.

This somehow managed to morph into the same group of people (minus Shasta and Boro, unfortunately) being roped into playing a Werewolf game modded by Keeper of Dol Guldur (the actual owner of the account, not me highjacking it ) who got a hair cut and came up with some concept for the game involving black sludge of some kind and myself. Of course we completely fail at getting our shenanigans together and the game never actually got played, but the concept was there.

[Boromir88]

Originally Posted by Mirandir

After having a conversation with Fea last night about how I never remember dreams well enough to be able to post, I have a dream that I remember well enough to post. Go figure.

I'm the same way, I rarely remember having dreams (even though apparently we always have them) and the ones I do remember, I can't remember much other than just one or two people in it.

And I remember telling Fea I'm very jealous of her twisty, Homeric epic dreams. Then a few days later I end up with a Fea-like dream and was disturbed that my sub-conscious was jealous.

Anyway, I did have a 'Downer related dream last night, but let me preface it by saying I completely blame Form for this one. He will know why. Also, perhaps important is yesterday I drove past my high school's old building, which is getting demolished and is probably the inspiration for the setting of this dream...

I'm on this wooden bench, in the middle of my old high school's parking lot, grading papers. There is this cat on the table, who's taking all those lame stickers like "An A effort" and "Excellent work!" and somehow it has the ability to stick them all over me.

I see this person walking towards me who looks exactly like Lari. I'm convinced it's her. I immediately stop grading, jump up and start shouting LARI! But Lari looks really disturbed and scared and runs away. I , why doesn't Lari want to talk to me! Why is she running away.

Behind me, I hear "That wasn't Lari." Lo and behold it is Alona. I'm fairly sure the cat morphed into Alona since she was by the table where the cat sticking stickers on me previously was, and this is how Form will get the complete blame for this dream. Back to dream, Alona's on the phone. I do asking how she knew that wasn't Lari, because it definitely was, and she said "Umm...because I'm talking to Lari now."

The end.

[Nerwen]

Originally Posted by Mirandir

This somehow managed to morph into the same group of people (minus Shasta and Boro, unfortunately) being roped into playing a Werewolf game modded by Keeper of Dol Guldur (the actual owner of the account, not me highjacking it )

Mira! You're back!

But I thought Keeper of Dol Guldur was just a secondary account of yours.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by Nerwen

I thought Keeper of Dol Guldur was just a secondary account of yours.

No... My ginger brother noticed she had 666 posts and insisted she post from his old account to maintain that number.

[Mirandir]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

No... My ginger brother noticed she had 666 posts and insisted she post from his old account to maintain that number.

My favorite part about this is that you referred to him as your "ginger brother." As opposed to the non ginger brother.

But yes, I'm baaaaaaack!

[Inziladun]

The other night I dreamed Nerwen was a taxi driver and I was the passenger in the rear seat. We were driving, and approached a long wooden bridge, very narrow, with no rails at all, that spanned a wide river or possibly a lake. The really odd thing about the bridge was that it was very twisty, with some hairpin turns! We started across the bridge, with me feeling extremely nervous. We were doing all right, then Nerwen turned around to say something to me. I saw one of the sharp turns was coming up and shouted "Watch out!", but it was too late. We plunged into the cold water. As I struggled to get my seat belt off, I woke up.

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Mirandir

My favorite part about this is that you referred to him as your "ginger brother." As opposed to the non ginger brother.

But yes, I'm baaaaaaack!

*freaking TACKLES*