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the phantom · 04-27-2009, 12:48 PM

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 · 05-02-2009, 02:27 PM

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 · 05-03-2009, 12:37 PM

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 · 06-28-2009, 08:06 AM

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.

Morsul the Dark · 06-28-2009, 08:12 AM

Me, random? Ah we've never met, yet you know me so well!

Edit: ... of course now I'm curious what I PMed you about...hmm...

Legate of Amon Lanc · 07-07-2009, 07:16 AM

I just came home and my brother told me: "This week, on the night from Saturday to Sunday, I had a dream... that I picked up a girl on Fungoltch and Shcmurt!"

The dream, he says, went like that he was in metro and at one station, he walked around some girl, who was just saying something that sounded like "Fungoltch". He turned to her and asked: "Fungoltch and Shcmurt?" And she was like, "Yes", and then she went into a carriage and he shouted after her: "Moldutch!" and she replied: "Gimifril!" (for reference, see Fungoltch&Shcmurt comic strip #3) And then she came back and they started to talk.

Hookbill the Goomba · 07-07-2009, 08:00 AM

I had a really weird dream the other night...

The phantom, Esty, Legate, Lommy and I were in a disused hospital being chased by a gang of thugs lead by Simon Pegg.

We spent a lot of time rushing up and down corridor and bundling through weird barriers until, at last, it came to a final showdown where the phantom stabbed mr Pegg in the heart with a load of old syringes. Lommy and I had to drag the body into the garden. Legate and Esty were left to fight off the rest of the thugs.
When we got back it turned out that Legate had been taken hostage and was being questioned in one of the underground cellars.
We rushed down there, passing many wards full of skeletons in lab coats, cobwebs and rats. Legate was refusing to answer any of the questions and eventually bit one of the questioner's hands off!

We managed to rescue Legate by getting Esty to distract them with a tuba. Once we got back to the outside, the police were surrounding the hospital. Davem and Lalwende were there, but they talked the police out of arresting us.
That was nice of them.

Make of that what you will...

Oddwen · 08-04-2009, 10:21 AM

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.

TheGreatElvenWarrior · 08-04-2009, 01:49 PM

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Originally Posted by 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.

Okay, I'll start writing it. Laurinque must have done the drawings.

Thinlómien · 08-16-2009, 06:31 AM

While I was on InterRail, I had a dream where Sally was dressed up in a rococo-style dress and teasing Anguirel, which in my opinion served him right because I thought he looks too much like Barack Obama.

Go figure.

Rune Son of Bjarne · 08-17-2009, 11:50 AM

I had a dream about Encai last night.

I was in New York and walking down Amsterdam Avenue, apparently I was supposed to meet Encai there. . . The setting all of the sudden changed into a beach in Miami. Here i found Encai relaxing with some friends, we all went to dinner with my father and then we went biking on the beach.

04-27-2009, 12:48 PM	#1
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	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". __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

05-02-2009, 02:27 PM	#2
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	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... __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris Last edited by Thinlómien; 05-02-2009 at 06:08 PM. Reason: typos

06-28-2009, 08:06 AM	#4
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	In my dream... 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. __________________ peace

06-28-2009, 08:12 AM	#5
Morsul the Dark Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 3,448	Me, random? Ah we've never met, yet you know me so well! Edit: ... of course now I'm curious what I PMed you about...hmm... __________________ Morsul the Resurrected Last edited by Morsul the Dark; 06-28-2009 at 08:16 AM.

07-07-2009, 07:16 AM	#6
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Something rather impossible. I just came home and my brother told me: "This week, on the night from Saturday to Sunday, I had a dream... that I picked up a girl on Fungoltch and Shcmurt!" The dream, he says, went like that he was in metro and at one station, he walked around some girl, who was just saying something that sounded like "Fungoltch". He turned to her and asked: "Fungoltch and Shcmurt?" And she was like, "Yes", and then she went into a carriage and he shouted after her: "Moldutch!" and she replied: "Gimifril!" (for reference, see Fungoltch&Shcmurt comic strip #3) And then she came back and they started to talk. __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories

05-03-2009, 12:37 PM	#3
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	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. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

07-07-2009, 08:00 AM	#7
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	I had a really weird dream the other night... The phantom, Esty, Legate, Lommy and I were in a disused hospital being chased by a gang of thugs lead by Simon Pegg. We spent a lot of time rushing up and down corridor and bundling through weird barriers until, at last, it came to a final showdown where the phantom stabbed mr Pegg in the heart with a load of old syringes. Lommy and I had to drag the body into the garden. Legate and Esty were left to fight off the rest of the thugs. When we got back it turned out that Legate had been taken hostage and was being questioned in one of the underground cellars. We rushed down there, passing many wards full of skeletons in lab coats, cobwebs and rats. Legate was refusing to answer any of the questions and eventually bit one of the questioner's hands off! We managed to rescue Legate by getting Esty to distract them with a tuba. Once we got back to the outside, the police were surrounding the hospital. Davem and Lalwende were there, but they talked the police out of arresting us. That was nice of them. Make of that what you will... __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

08-04-2009, 10:21 AM	#8
Oddwen Drummer in the Deep Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Next Sunday A.D. Posts: 2,145	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. __________________ But all the while I sit and think of times there were before I listen for returning feet and voices at the door

08-16-2009, 06:31 AM	#10
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	While I was on InterRail, I had a dream where Sally was dressed up in a rococo-style dress and teasing Anguirel, which in my opinion served him right because I thought he looks too much like Barack Obama. Go figure. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris