Better dreams
Dec. 15th, 2005 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleI wasn't going to record this at all, but today's horoscope had something in it about "today would be a good day to start a dream journal", and so here is where we find ourselves. I'm pretty sure this is related to the game we're starting on Saturday...
In this dream, my car had been stolen. Not Asmodeus, the current vehicle, but the S.S. Miss Vida, my mom's white Chevy Caprice that I drove for a bit while I was in college and between vehicles of my own. She'd been stolen some time ago, so long that I had abandoned all hope of getting her back. No big deal, really. But then, I got wind that she'd been spotted parked outside a condo hi-rise in Kansas City, Kansas (yeah, I know). So I called up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niveus_tigris and said, "Hey, wanna go with me to get my car back? Bring a big stick."
So we pull up to the hi-rise, and lo, there she is. She's been in an accident, and the passenger-side headlight is all smashed to hell. But she's sitting there unlocked, and so we climb in. It's then that I realize that she wasn't just stolen by some random car thief off the street, but by my ex. I know this because he's left notes inside about how crappy I was in bed.niveus_tigris looks at me funny. I shrug, and start going through the rest of the car. There is a brown paper bag stuffed up under the passenger seat. I pull it out and rifle through it. It's full of small, unmarked bills. I stick it in my coat.
We decide to go up to the condo that the parking spot belongs to, and politely ask for the keys to my car. So we do, and there's nobody there. It turns out that the owner of the condo (who was not my ex, but an elderly black guy he'd sold the car to) was in the hospital, in a coma. So we figure that there's nothing for it, we'll just hotwire the car and go home. We go downstairs again, and the car is gone. We look at each other and shrug.
It's at this point that we look back at the door to the hi-rise, and realize that it looks familiar. It's not just a condo hi-rise, it's actually the entrance to Castle Perilous, in which rests the holy grail, and so on, and so forth. And we figure, well, hell, I mean, we're *right here*, aren't we? We might as well. (At this point in the story this morning,triadruid says to me, "I suspect that you and niveus_tigris say that a lot." Which is probably true.) So we go on in to see if we can get to the grail.
The place is full of monsters, but only one per room, much like in the old Coleco-vision game "Venture" that my parents played when I was a kid. Also as in Venture, there was some trick to every room, so that you never did actually have to fight the monsters, but could figure out how to move around them, or trap them, or neutralize them in some other way and get through. Finally, we came to the last room, which was effing huge, and had a pit in the middle of it. In the pit was a spire, which rose to about 20 feet above the lip of the pit. On the spire was the grail. On the walls at grail-level were large tunnel entrances. In the pit was a white tiger made of ice that froze everything he touched. Periodically, from one of the tunnel entrances would emerge a fire-breathing dragon, who would fly across the room and burn everything on the level of the spire-top. We were pretty sure that we could use the ice tiger to stop the dragon, but we couldn't work out how. So we had to leave, but we figured that was okay, because we did get to see the thing, and a lot of Arthur's knights couldn't even manage that. Which proves something, but I think what it proves is that the grail has significantly lowered its standards. We did have all the treasures from the other rooms, and the money from the car, so we counted the adventure a success, and went home.
EDIT: The End!
In this dream, my car had been stolen. Not Asmodeus, the current vehicle, but the S.S. Miss Vida, my mom's white Chevy Caprice that I drove for a bit while I was in college and between vehicles of my own. She'd been stolen some time ago, so long that I had abandoned all hope of getting her back. No big deal, really. But then, I got wind that she'd been spotted parked outside a condo hi-rise in Kansas City, Kansas (yeah, I know). So I called up
niveus_tigris and said, "Hey, wanna go with me to get my car back? Bring a big stick." So we pull up to the hi-rise, and lo, there she is. She's been in an accident, and the passenger-side headlight is all smashed to hell. But she's sitting there unlocked, and so we climb in. It's then that I realize that she wasn't just stolen by some random car thief off the street, but by my ex. I know this because he's left notes inside about how crappy I was in bed.
niveus_tigris looks at me funny. I shrug, and start going through the rest of the car. There is a brown paper bag stuffed up under the passenger seat. I pull it out and rifle through it. It's full of small, unmarked bills. I stick it in my coat. We decide to go up to the condo that the parking spot belongs to, and politely ask for the keys to my car. So we do, and there's nobody there. It turns out that the owner of the condo (who was not my ex, but an elderly black guy he'd sold the car to) was in the hospital, in a coma. So we figure that there's nothing for it, we'll just hotwire the car and go home. We go downstairs again, and the car is gone. We look at each other and shrug.
It's at this point that we look back at the door to the hi-rise, and realize that it looks familiar. It's not just a condo hi-rise, it's actually the entrance to Castle Perilous, in which rests the holy grail, and so on, and so forth. And we figure, well, hell, I mean, we're *right here*, aren't we? We might as well. (At this point in the story this morning,
triadruid says to me, "I suspect that you and niveus_tigris say that a lot." Which is probably true.) So we go on in to see if we can get to the grail.The place is full of monsters, but only one per room, much like in the old Coleco-vision game "Venture" that my parents played when I was a kid. Also as in Venture, there was some trick to every room, so that you never did actually have to fight the monsters, but could figure out how to move around them, or trap them, or neutralize them in some other way and get through. Finally, we came to the last room, which was effing huge, and had a pit in the middle of it. In the pit was a spire, which rose to about 20 feet above the lip of the pit. On the spire was the grail. On the walls at grail-level were large tunnel entrances. In the pit was a white tiger made of ice that froze everything he touched. Periodically, from one of the tunnel entrances would emerge a fire-breathing dragon, who would fly across the room and burn everything on the level of the spire-top. We were pretty sure that we could use the ice tiger to stop the dragon, but we couldn't work out how. So we had to leave, but we figured that was okay, because we did get to see the thing, and a lot of Arthur's knights couldn't even manage that. Which proves something, but I think what it proves is that the grail has significantly lowered its standards. We did have all the treasures from the other rooms, and the money from the car, so we counted the adventure a success, and went home.
EDIT: The End!
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The Lament Configuration
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