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weirdletThat was a weird frickin' dream.
The first thing you'll need to know about me is that I am a gamer. I have a regular group that alternates games each weekend, and out of the three campaigns we've currently got going, I'm loving the Champions (superhero, point-buy everything) one the best. More on that later. However- the dream seemed to be, we were doing something, and the GM pulled me away to talk about something nifty I might like to get for my character- it made some sense in context of the dream, but in real life it wouldn't have (somehow, I don't think Timmy the rocker werewolf is going to spend ten points on being the 'perfect liar'). So I get pulled away into this other room, we talk, and then we're leaving that room and heading into a very cheerily decorate stone-and-pipes kind of place, encountering what seems like a miniature renfaire of fairies, and up on some of the crisscrossing stairs and pipes, some pulp detectivey kind of guys. The impression I got was that we were in some sort of specific-for-LARPing environment. I wait for a while, and the GM evnetually comes out and we start moving again, and we're in some sort of underground base, and suddenly things start happening- we bluff the scientists into getting *into* the radiation room, or at least out of the hallways and in our way, and make our way outside, running through the field that used to be outside my middle school, and then under an overpass and into a faintly surreal urban nightscape. I've lost track of my GM at this point, and I'm trying to call people on my cell, trying to contact my mom to tell her where I am and get her perspective on how to get back to where I want to be, trying to call Gene (the GM) and get his help, and it's none of it working. I'm pissed off and frustrated because I want to get back and play Champions, damnit! And I'm sure that for some reason there's only two hours left of our usual eight for playing.
After that point, I kind of gave up on specifically trying to get immediately back to my game and proceeded through a very solemn, blue-toned McDonald's with a bunch of other young urbanites- it was about that time I woke up.
So- yeah. Surreal, as appropriate for a dream. Hello, livejournal- this is your resident Weirdlet, setting the tone for things to come.
The first thing you'll need to know about me is that I am a gamer. I have a regular group that alternates games each weekend, and out of the three campaigns we've currently got going, I'm loving the Champions (superhero, point-buy everything) one the best. More on that later. However- the dream seemed to be, we were doing something, and the GM pulled me away to talk about something nifty I might like to get for my character- it made some sense in context of the dream, but in real life it wouldn't have (somehow, I don't think Timmy the rocker werewolf is going to spend ten points on being the 'perfect liar'). So I get pulled away into this other room, we talk, and then we're leaving that room and heading into a very cheerily decorate stone-and-pipes kind of place, encountering what seems like a miniature renfaire of fairies, and up on some of the crisscrossing stairs and pipes, some pulp detectivey kind of guys. The impression I got was that we were in some sort of specific-for-LARPing environment. I wait for a while, and the GM evnetually comes out and we start moving again, and we're in some sort of underground base, and suddenly things start happening- we bluff the scientists into getting *into* the radiation room, or at least out of the hallways and in our way, and make our way outside, running through the field that used to be outside my middle school, and then under an overpass and into a faintly surreal urban nightscape. I've lost track of my GM at this point, and I'm trying to call people on my cell, trying to contact my mom to tell her where I am and get her perspective on how to get back to where I want to be, trying to call Gene (the GM) and get his help, and it's none of it working. I'm pissed off and frustrated because I want to get back and play Champions, damnit! And I'm sure that for some reason there's only two hours left of our usual eight for playing.
After that point, I kind of gave up on specifically trying to get immediately back to my game and proceeded through a very solemn, blue-toned McDonald's with a bunch of other young urbanites- it was about that time I woke up.
So- yeah. Surreal, as appropriate for a dream. Hello, livejournal- this is your resident Weirdlet, setting the tone for things to come.
