Barrow-Down Dreams

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Even in dreams me and Kath's planned meetings ends up as failures. . .it cannot be a good sign.

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Rune Son of Bjarne

Even in dreams me and Kath's planned meetings ends up as failures. . .it cannot be a good sign.

*blinks*


I read that as me and Kath's planned weddings....

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

I read that as me and Kath's planned weddings....

not such a rare occasion nowadays, is it?

[satansaloser2005]

Originally Posted by Eönwë

not such a rare occasion nowadays, is it?

Aw, Steve, that's nice, but I'm not interested.


(Sorry. I know, I'm a horrible person. I just couldn't resist)


I had a Barrow Downs daydream today during class. Does that count?

[Kent2010]

Then Kent2010 and a newbie whose name started with T began to flirt with her.
-Agan

I am curious to know how I appeared in your dream? What did I look like?

I must say though that is the first time I have ever been accused of flirting or at least to be so overt about it that everyone can tell.

[Aganzir]

Originally Posted by Kent2010

I am curious to know how I appeared in your dream? What did I look like?

I must say though that is the first time I have ever been accused of flirting or at least to be so overt about it that everyone can tell.

I don't remember. I can't even remember if I was there to witness it, or if I just learned you had done so, or if it happened on the forum.
And haha my subconscious is like that.

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Anyway I have no idea how I've had this many BD dreams lately, but I had yet one last night. We were playing werewolf in person. It wasn't any BD get-together, the game just happened really. Kath and sally lived next door, and I lived with Nog. I was a wolf with Kath, and while everyone else was asleep, we rummaged through decks of playing cards and tried to find out who was the seer, wondering if it meant something that Nog (who was snoring loud in another room) had drawn the Narya icon on one of his cards.

Then about five other players (don't remember who) woke up and joined us for tea, and Kath and I tried to pretend it was by a mere chance that we were awake at 4am. Fortunately they didn't suspect anything and we got to continue killing later.

But it was cool to be a wolf. We were able to make enormous leaps.

[Mithalwen]

Originally Posted by Rune Son of Bjarne

Even in dreams me and Kath's planned meetings ends up as failures. . .it cannot be a good sign.

I don't think the dream lasted long enough for it to be classed as a failed meeting...certainly there hadn't been quite as many phonecalls as last time A good omen maybe that the day after I met a Newfie - not a regular occurence ...

[Thinlómien]

I dreamt that I was studying in a Philippine Uni and doing some courses with Lhuna... don't remember much, except that she was funny and had a Romanian friend whose name she could not pronounce. Nilp also showed up at the campus, but he was just slacking around, and somehow I found out his e-mail address was ilovefinland@yahoo.com.

[the phantom]

During my WW game I had an interesting dream.

I was a Werewolf and so was Greenie and we were plotting our kill. She suggested offing Lommy and Legate. (I have no idea why we were somehow able to kill two people in one night.)

However, I disagreed with her kill choice for personal reasons. "Lommy and Legate refused to be in my last Werewolf game. I think they don't like me very much. Killing them would just make things worse." I was feeling very blue indeed. What did I do to them? I'm always nice, aren't I?

Greenie patted me on the back and said, "Oh no, Phantom, you're being silly. Lommy and Legate love you. They really do."

"Really?" I asked, in need of more reassurance.

"Of course," said Greenie with an encouraging smile. "Besides, it's time for those two to go."

Now in real life that wouldn't have worked. Such a quick transition between "Aw, poor Phantom" and "We should kill them" would sound quite suspicious, and make her reassurances look very insincere indeed, but in the dream it worked just fine. Even looking back I'm not actually sure if she was meaning to lie to me or not. And I'm certain this has something to do with getting a dozen PMs or so from Nog which all contained some variation of "Greenie is sneaky" and "Greenie scares me".

[Thinlómien]

I had a rather scary and intriguing dream last night. (And one more 'downer got killed by subconscious. )

I was living together with Lari and Mira and some other girls, possibly Nienna, Fea, Brinn and/or Aganzir. We lived next to a graveyard where there were buried many people who had committed suicide. The graveyard depressed Lari a lot, and one day she just went there and did not return.

A bit later, I was walking past the graveyard and saw an old woman sitting there. I realised I had seen her there several times before, so I went to ask her what is she doing in the graveyard. "I'm looking for a spirit who took her own life because she could not bear the anguish of the dead anymore," the woman replied. "Lari," I said reflexively, realising she must have killed herself. The woman grinned maliciously. "Now I have a name to call her with and I can summon her!" she laughed. "Lari, I bid you to come." And Lari's ghost came. "Now, kill her," the woman commanded and pointed at me. Lari's face turned purple, because she did not want to kill me and she was trying to fight against the command. "You cannot command her for you don't know her full name!" I shouted at the woman, and then I turned to Lari and said: "Lariren Shadow, do not attack me!" And she didn't.

The old woman was very displeased by this, so she summoned the guardian of the graveyard, a warrior spirit from the Middle Ages. He was a huge man wielding a two-handed sword. Lari drew her sword too and they started fighting. Lari was losing, the man was stronger and more skilled, and the hem of her dress was so long that she kept almost tripping over it. "I'm sorry..." Lari cried while fighting. "I never was as good at sword fighting as Mira." She was parrying more and more weakly: the man had the high ground. I realised Lari could not last long unless she'd manage to get to the high ground. But as long as the man was aiming ferocious blows at her all the time, she had no way of doing anything else but parrying.

So, I had to interfere. Desperately, I drew my fruit knife with an extraordinarily short blade and started stabbing the man's thigh. He paid me hardly any attention, until he did what I wanted: tried to get rid of the nuisance and aimed a horrible strike at my direction. I knew all along I had no way of parrying it with the fruit knife, nor could I properly duck it. He hit me on my hip and there was a horrible wound. Before he could attack me again, Lari, who was now on the high ground and behind his back, started attacking him again and he had to face her. I continued hitting him with the fruit knife and finally, I had my knife at his throat. "Shall I kill him?" I asked.

"It is not fair if you kill him, it is not a fair duel if you interfere!" the old woman shouted. I shrugged. "I know... and I even couldn't kill him with this pitiful knife."

And then, I woke up. I never discovered how the fight ended, which is quite sad. However, I think the dream was rather cool (despite poor Lari committing suicide) and I especially like how it could be read as a reflection of one of my favourite scenes in LotR...

[Thinlómien]

Hahahaha, I had a dream that Mirandir was desperately in love with the phantom and was ranting about how she'll miss him (because he was leaving the 'downs for a week or so) on her LiveJournal.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I'd noticed that I had a few PMs from Mith regarding something that may or may not have gone on between me and Eomer. I ignored them, partly because I had a dinner date with the phantom's family, and I was running a bit late, and partly because I had no idea what she was talking about and figured I could sort it out later.

At the phantom's: his mother and father look suspiciously like my aunt and uncle, though they most definitely are not, and the phantom most definitely isn't my cousin, and lo! there is an adopted baby in his household as well as theirs. While his mum cooks dinner, his dad plays with the baby in the extremely elaborate dining room (think long dark wood table, heavily ornate, with high backed chairs and oil paintings on the walls).

I wander the house and come across-

His pretty blond sister in the shower!

Mildly embarassed, I tell myself it wasn't my fault, because she was showering with the door open, and I really couldn't have avoided seeing her without her clothes on, not unless I'd stayed in the dining room or something...

After dinner - which flew by in the sort of rush only dreams can provide - the phantom and I were upstairs. Fade to black.

Next thing I know, I'm at home (dream home, which resembles nowhere I've ever been), and I'm on the Downs and I check my PMs, and there are like 13 new ones. There are the three from Mith about me and Eomer, then there are two from people who want to know the truth of what happened in that fade-to-black moment, and there's one from Morsul saying something completely unrelated to any of it, and (gasp!) The Barrow-Wight himself sent me a PM titled 'teh Phantdom???' And some newbs have also sent me PMs that want to know things about me, and then-

I wake up.

[Oddwen]

Last night I dreamed I was one of the privileged first few people to view volume one of TheGreatElvenWarrior's webcomic.

It revolved around this man who pranked the wrong radio station, and "won the prize" of being king over a whole other world. The guy was force-marched across across an icy world to this castle, where he found more than he bargained for in his queen and subjects. He was still learning their rudimentary magic when war broke out between his kingdom and the GIANT DEATH ROBOTS next door.

The drawings were fluid and graceful, the action well-packed, and the Second Doctor kept making his way in there somehow. Two thumbs up, TGEW, and I can't wait to read volume two.