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Originally Posted by Oddwen
I had a dream of the LAlfieVem family last night...something about Lal & Dave morphed into some sort of protective cave around the Young'un so he could perform some tremendous destiny-riffic feat...it was quite odd.
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Very odd indeed. But with your name it's quite understandable.
Anyway, tonight I had another Downish dream and this time I remember something of it! In the first part of the dream,
SpM was lurking in sewers and killing us (=me and some other people, given the logic of the dream there were probably also some Downers present) one by one. In the second part, me, my brother, my grand-aunt,
Volo and several little children (probably was supposed to be something like a camp for children, because my grand-aunt was doing things like that) were riding on bikes. I remember
Volo's bike changed into a motorbike at certain point, and he could not drive it. Then suddenly we were in fact in a tram, which looked like a... hmm... well, imagine a cabriolet tram
But we were in several little waggons, similar to these roller-coaster waggons, you know? The continuity was preserved, technically they were still bikes, or the bikes changed to them, only they were connected and there was a driver in the front who was driving it all. He was totally stupid and he started to drive too fast, he left the railway and suddenly was driving down a hill very, very fast. I knew there was going to be trouble, but at that moment the waggons turned into normal bikes and my brother crashed into a car. It was the driver's fault, of course.
Then there was the third part of the dream, and that was that I was in a classroom in some (probably) elementary school (or so it looked like) and
Mac was a teacher and looked like
Boro's avatar. There were many other Downers in there, but the only one whom I remember surely was
Mithalwen. We were to write a latin test. I was a little bit afraid, because I did not know much, but the test proved not to be too hard. There were sentences in English and we had to translate them to Latin, and they were like: "The Balrog is in Moria." "I live in the Dark Tower." "When the Balrog comes, the Wizard loses." When I was translating the latter sentence, I woke up.