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So I had a great dream last night.
I was being attacked by weird assassins with these mettle lance like spears. They kept throwing them at me and I kept dodging them, and then I started to throw them back and managed to hurt quite a few of them, then I realized that they were also attacking my family. So we kept fighting, eventually they managed to stab anselm through the throat, I found this out when I found him buried up to his chest in sand with a assassin behind him, who was wounded in the leg. anselm grabbed the spear and that was through his throat and pushed it through at the same time killing himself and stabbing at the assassin which distracted him so that I could kill him.
At what point I was suddenly holding my knife, because I left my lance stuck in him. I then went back and killed the leader who was lying there with a lance through her. But a part of the knife tip broke off in her heart.
Latter I saw her better with the person that had sent them and she was better except that there was still a shard of my knife in her heart. Which when I called the shard back to fix the knife must have ripped out of her and I hope killed her.
This is interesting because it is the second time a knife of my making has come to my need in a dream. and the other time I defending others.
I also really liked the lances they were very pretty and I think I might have to make some like them sometime.
Sorry anselm that you died in my dream. But all I could think of at the time was that it was a good death that you died defending the family, and that you could have lived if you had not done what you did, but in doing so it was a good death.
Ok So wayli's dreams have turned morbid, is it bad that I really enjoyed this dream? I mean not the Anselms dead part, but the pure physical aspect of fighting. The joy of combat for the right reasons. being I was attacked with the intent to kill me and I was defending my family.
I was being attacked by weird assassins with these mettle lance like spears. They kept throwing them at me and I kept dodging them, and then I started to throw them back and managed to hurt quite a few of them, then I realized that they were also attacking my family. So we kept fighting, eventually they managed to stab anselm through the throat, I found this out when I found him buried up to his chest in sand with a assassin behind him, who was wounded in the leg. anselm grabbed the spear and that was through his throat and pushed it through at the same time killing himself and stabbing at the assassin which distracted him so that I could kill him.
At what point I was suddenly holding my knife, because I left my lance stuck in him. I then went back and killed the leader who was lying there with a lance through her. But a part of the knife tip broke off in her heart.
Latter I saw her better with the person that had sent them and she was better except that there was still a shard of my knife in her heart. Which when I called the shard back to fix the knife must have ripped out of her and I hope killed her.
This is interesting because it is the second time a knife of my making has come to my need in a dream. and the other time I defending others.
I also really liked the lances they were very pretty and I think I might have to make some like them sometime.
Sorry anselm that you died in my dream. But all I could think of at the time was that it was a good death that you died defending the family, and that you could have lived if you had not done what you did, but in doing so it was a good death.
Ok So wayli's dreams have turned morbid, is it bad that I really enjoyed this dream? I mean not the Anselms dead part, but the pure physical aspect of fighting. The joy of combat for the right reasons. being I was attacked with the intent to kill me and I was defending my family.