Crazy Dream
ok, the details are a bit hazy now, but in my dream, a selected group of magestry players was going to some national LARP boffer fighting competition. Those present: Phil, but for some reason he had Vadney's old swords strapped to his back, JPK, Myself, Paul and Samwise, Brooke, Tom dressed as Amathstin, and wondering if I'd finished remaking his sword yet, and surprisingly... Mark Dey (Maybe there was some sort of no hold barred mercy competition?). For whatever reason, our practice arena looked like a room from Moria (LOTR), with really high cielings, and everything was made of cement. Now, before we started practicing, everyone ran over to the two giant clay making machines, and started making clay, like pottery claw. Apparently, in my dream, clay was made by pouring giant bags of pistachio nut shells into these machines, which were crushed into dust, and water added, and that's what clay was. Then I woke up at 6pm, and had to drive to work half dressed just to get there in time to start at 6:25.
Wierd.
Wierd.