Barrow-Down Dreams

[Brinniel]

Ooh, I just had a Barrow Downs dream from a nap I took (yes, I take naps...don't judge me! ).

So, the dream started off in this big building. I think it was a building full of film studios and there was some sort of shoot going on because a whole bunch of people (including an old professor) tried to hand me random stuff, thinking I was a Production Assistant, and I had to tell them, "No, I'm not here for that." Because I wasn't.
Originally, I was there because a bunch of Downers decided to gather in a small room of that building to play WW with a boardgame. And the players who couldn't make it would just play as they always do online. I can't remember all the Downers that were there...I do believe Holbytlass was there, though she temporarily changed her name to Halloweenelass (I'm not sure why since Halloween is long over). We weren't expecting Lommy and Volo to show up since they'd have to travel all the way from Finland to the US, but surprise, surprise, they came after all.
Before we ever got started with WW, my dream turned into an orchestra performance arranged last minute in the same building, but a different room. Most of the Downers disappeared, but Lommy and Volo were there, and we sat in chairs with our violins. Then for some reason, I started arguing with Volo; I think he was trying to correct my pronounciation of an English word, and I was irritated because I don't like being corrected. We kept going at it, and finally, Lommy (who was sitting in the middle of all this) screamed for us to "Shut up!" My reaction was, "Wow, Lommy's kinda mean. I expected her to be nicer." I was suddenly really mad at her, but I suspect the real reason behind it was that I was simply frustrated because we were about to perform and be judged at playing a theme from the LotR film without any prior practice. And of course, I totally sucked because I hadn't even touched my violin for over five years.
Suddenly, Lommy turned into my roommate, and though now a different person, I was still mad and glaring at her all day. I noticed she was given a crappy lunch which involved a giant pickle and I was happy. And then I woke up.

Yeah, it was weird, though it made a lot more sense than most of my other dreams.
It was my first Downer dream in a long time. And usually my Downer dreams are too vague to post, but not this one.

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by Brinniel

We kept going at it, and finally, Lommy (who was sitting in the middle of all this) screamed for us to "Shut up!" My reaction was, "Wow, Lommy's kinda mean. I expected her to be nicer."

Funny dream, Brinn.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

I fell asleep a while ago and I just woke up from one of the best dreams EVER!

There was a TARDIS in my back garden for some reason. So I went inside it and was trying to fly it (rather unsuccessfully) and I ended up landing in lalwende's back garden (knocking over some plants and scaring a cat, I believe). She came out of her house and demanded to be let in so I opened the door. Davem came in as well and told me that the TARDIS wasn't in the Legendarium and snickered at us as we tried to fly it.
Soon enough we found ourselves twenty years in the future and we found lal and Davem's son was some sort of professor of science and was trying to build a space ship to take him to a mysterious planet (for some reason he resembled professor Yana from the latest series of Doctor Who). While lal and Davem investigated this I tried to get the TARDIS working and accidentally ended up in ancient times where I met a none-downs friend. She was trying to convince some Romans that they were going the wrong way, but they insisted that 'all roads lead to Roam' commenting on the road signs that pointed to 'roam' in all directions. She then joined me in the TARDIS and we went to some alien planet where Legate was being taken prisoner and we tried to save him, but unfortunately his crimes were 'very serious' and he was put to death in a mangle.
Then Rune showed up for no reason with Spawn.

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Haha! Hookbill, that was a great dream, surely!

...Except for my death sentence And in a mangle?!? Brrr... not that I don't like being in someone's dreams, but if it were to go like that, I'd rather save it, thank you very much... at least I can say that on Barrow-Downs, I am already dead, so such a thing cannot harm me... well, maybe this way of execution will make me a little flat, hm...

[THE Ka]

She was trying to convince some Romans that they were going the wrong way, but they insisted that 'all roads lead to Roam' commenting on the road signs that pointed to 'roam' in all directions.

That is priceless. I nearly chocked up all my tea there, thank your subconscious for me, as I usually have a lack of laughter in the morning (and choking as well, but don't worry about that ).

You are quite right, that is an awesome dream.


~ Regaining humors in style Ka

[Aganzir]

Last night I had a dream I was in some shop, looking at a calendar featuring half-naked men. On the front page was the name of the person who had taken the pictures, designed the calendar or whatever: Rune son of Bjarne (and his last name was there also, so there's no mistaking). I remember thinking "Oh dear, I never imagined Rune would do something like that."

[Boromir88]

I hope tp likes to play "Call of Duty 4" because he sure does in my dreams.

I was with tp and my friend, Mike, we were playing multi-player over the internet. Some how, it ended up to where it was us 3 against 6. Since we were outnumbered, and I was at the pathetic level 4, Mike was in the 30s, and tp was at a level I had no idea you could get to...the strategy became have me serve as canon fodder and just run around attracting as much attention as possible. While I was doing that Mike and tp would pick everyone off. Eventhough I died 38 times, we still won the match, and tp had a strange attraction to running up on people and knifing them.

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by Aganzir

Last night I had a dream I was in some shop, looking at a calendar featuring half-naked men. On the front page was the name of the person who had taken the pictures, designed the calendar or whatever: Rune son of Bjarne (and his last name was there also, so there's no mistaking). I remember thinking "Oh dear, I never imagined Rune would do something like that."

Couldn't help laughing, though...