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Last night I dreamt I was in a starship. Our location was within a nebula with a lot of ozone. When I looked outside, the area had the appearance of being foggy which would not be the case (as far as humanity understands) in a real nebula. A few dim stars hung in the cosmic mist, too distant, or the fog too thick, to form distinct discs nor provide heat. The starship came to a stop near a burning planet. The surface was splattered with orange lava and a deeply charred surface giving it a tiger-ish appearance.
There was a large entity orbiting this burning planet, half croissant and half slug, warming itself by the planet's heat. It was friendly, almost gregarious despite its colossal size, and conversed with our ship and crew. I have no idea if it caused the planet's condition, tidal stresses or just its activities, or its origin was a natural disaster.
Around this time I found myself staring at a star field and I heard my friend birdmojo's voice. He was talking about an outside agency's scheme against myself and friends along with the necessity for iron to survive. In the dream, iron was in the form of thin, heart-shaped objects. Something about heat was crucial, allowing the hearts melt then reform, symbolic of tenacity in the face of adversity. Various scenarios played out, giving the impression of the dream skipping like a song on a scratched record with each iteration slightly different to illustrate the concept of parallel universes.
When the fugue passed, I was in a small apartment atop a tall building. A patio overlooked an unrecognizable but contemporary skyline in broad daylight. There was mist in the air as well. People around me were playing Vampire: The Masquerade. I had a lot of the aforementioned iron which meant I was going to play an aristocratic Ventrue. I began pacing around the room wondering what kind of build I would use. I definitely needed Auspex, with heightened and paranormal senses, along with Fortitude for endurance.
The dream ended around this point.
There was a large entity orbiting this burning planet, half croissant and half slug, warming itself by the planet's heat. It was friendly, almost gregarious despite its colossal size, and conversed with our ship and crew. I have no idea if it caused the planet's condition, tidal stresses or just its activities, or its origin was a natural disaster.
Around this time I found myself staring at a star field and I heard my friend birdmojo's voice. He was talking about an outside agency's scheme against myself and friends along with the necessity for iron to survive. In the dream, iron was in the form of thin, heart-shaped objects. Something about heat was crucial, allowing the hearts melt then reform, symbolic of tenacity in the face of adversity. Various scenarios played out, giving the impression of the dream skipping like a song on a scratched record with each iteration slightly different to illustrate the concept of parallel universes.
When the fugue passed, I was in a small apartment atop a tall building. A patio overlooked an unrecognizable but contemporary skyline in broad daylight. There was mist in the air as well. People around me were playing Vampire: The Masquerade. I had a lot of the aforementioned iron which meant I was going to play an aristocratic Ventrue. I began pacing around the room wondering what kind of build I would use. I definitely needed Auspex, with heightened and paranormal senses, along with Fortitude for endurance.
The dream ended around this point.