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My dreams have always had a lot of recurring themes, like certain "worlds" will be the same, or areas, or houses, or sometimes even the whole dream.
Last night I dreamed that I was sneaking through an enemy headquarters, trying to find my friends and set them free. There was a war going on, and my friends were key players. The war couldn't end without them (or me!) I had a nifty black outfit and a face mask that I was wearing over my forehead instead of my mouth. >.> To keep my hair from getting in my face when the action started. So I was sneaking, sneaking and let my friends out without much mishap because dream me, unlike real me, is very good at avoiding those she wants nothing to do with.
And then we teleported (I was a mage *thumbs up*) to where our army was and my friends (two guys, no names) didn't want me to fight in battle. But I did anyway, and they described the different "levels" we had to go through. I don't remember dreaming about the war other than I never hurt anyone physically, I was mainly bringing firestorms down on them and healing my friends. Those bitches couldn't stay standing. But the war didn't last long. And things suddenly got kinda Catholic based, for some reason. Because one of the levels involved fighting "dancing Irishmen" and there were lots churches around in that area.
But that area led into one of my recurring themes. It becomes very bleak, with tiny houses built on either side of a single road, so smooshed together that there's no space for even a mouse to crawl between them. And in the center of this "town" is a church, painted black. And inside it's cold and damp and moldy like an ancient prison. Inside is a mother, in a cell, and she looks like she's starving to death and hasn't bathed in years. She talks about killing her children. I'm terrified of her, for some reason. She's not very threatening. Just really sad. And it's always when a nun comes in with a tray food that I run away screaming, not from anything the mother does. Then I wake up.
The recurring part confuses the heck out of me. I don't really understand it at all.
I seriously need to stop dreaming in RPG, though.
Last night I dreamed that I was sneaking through an enemy headquarters, trying to find my friends and set them free. There was a war going on, and my friends were key players. The war couldn't end without them (or me!) I had a nifty black outfit and a face mask that I was wearing over my forehead instead of my mouth. >.> To keep my hair from getting in my face when the action started. So I was sneaking, sneaking and let my friends out without much mishap because dream me, unlike real me, is very good at avoiding those she wants nothing to do with.
And then we teleported (I was a mage *thumbs up*) to where our army was and my friends (two guys, no names) didn't want me to fight in battle. But I did anyway, and they described the different "levels" we had to go through. I don't remember dreaming about the war other than I never hurt anyone physically, I was mainly bringing firestorms down on them and healing my friends. Those bitches couldn't stay standing. But the war didn't last long. And things suddenly got kinda Catholic based, for some reason. Because one of the levels involved fighting "dancing Irishmen" and there were lots churches around in that area.
But that area led into one of my recurring themes. It becomes very bleak, with tiny houses built on either side of a single road, so smooshed together that there's no space for even a mouse to crawl between them. And in the center of this "town" is a church, painted black. And inside it's cold and damp and moldy like an ancient prison. Inside is a mother, in a cell, and she looks like she's starving to death and hasn't bathed in years. She talks about killing her children. I'm terrified of her, for some reason. She's not very threatening. Just really sad. And it's always when a nun comes in with a tray food that I run away screaming, not from anything the mother does. Then I wake up.
The recurring part confuses the heck out of me. I don't really understand it at all.
I seriously need to stop dreaming in RPG, though.