Barrow-Down Dreams

[Hakon]

I had my first werewolf related dream and third barrow downs dream. Well sort of werewolf related. Well the only werewolf related part is the words Night Guard.

The dream was in some fantasy world and it took place in a castle where some guy named Lord James lived. In the dream a young man named Steven informs the lord the Night Guard is in place. Oh and in the dream Steven is Eönwë. Anyway after Steven informs the lord, the lord then asks Steven if that is the case then who is coming into the room now. They both look and it is another young man who mocks James saying quote "They are coming for you. Only this time not for your money but for your soul. Your pitiful soul." Anyway then the mans own sword stabs him in the stomach, I think it was James that did that. Anyway the dream ended with a oily substance leaking from the dead mans body and entering the room from the corridor and the sound of a beast slowly making its way to the room. It can be heard crawling and dragging itself into the room. I woke up after that but my guess is if I kept dreaming the beast wold have killed James and Steven. Also another thing is that in the dream James kept switching between looking like what I thought some downers looked like and some I had seen pictures of. Those people were Legate, Boro, Hookbill and some more people I do not remember.

Fea, the end part of your dream with the kids trying to cut your feet off with the ice skates makes me think of a Stephen King story where there are a bunch of psycho children trying to kill someone on a frozen lake.

[Thinlómien]

A few nights ago I had a dream that Nogrod brought me an obituary of an American sf author. He looked rather sad: "see, Pitchwife is dead, isn't this him?" I checked the birthday, it matched and so did the interests. "And he said he was from the States and that he did a bit of writing... he never just told us he was really a writer!" I started feeling a bit numb, and sad, and went to tell Legate the news. He was absolutely crushed by it, he started crying a lot. I was feeling incresingly numb, thinking So Pitchwife is really gone... do I have to be the one to tell this to everybody in the ww game?

It was a rather gloomy dream, certainly not anything very nice although the atmosphere surely could've been more depressing. Pitch, welcome to the club of 'downers whom my subconscious has killed.

[Pitchwife]

Lommy, I'm really touched to see how much you and your family mourned my death! Luckily, rumours of my demise were greatly exaggerated. And I'd like to point out, that while I do a bit of writing, I'm not 'really a writer' in the sense of published or even with anything finished in my drawers; I'm also German, not American, and have never said otherwise. (Maybe you confused me with Stephen Donaldson, whose books I got my nick from?)
But thanks for letting me be in your dreams; you can be in mine anytime you wish! (Now who was it again that has that Bob Dylan quote as his sig?)

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by Pitchwife

Lommy, I'm really touched to see how much you and your family mourned my death! Luckily, rumours of my demise were greatly exaggerated. And I'd like to point out, that while I do a bit of writing, I'm not 'really a writer' in the sense of published or even with anything finished in my drawers; I'm also German, not American, and have never said otherwise. (Maybe you confused me with Stephen Donaldson, whose books I got my nick from?)
But thanks for letting me be in your dreams; you can be in mine anytime you wish! (Now who was it again that has that Bob Dylan quote as his sig?)

I think it was Nilp...? Anyway, I knew you're not American, but my subconscious seems to think differently.

Last night I had a bit more pleasant BD dream for a change. I was visiting Mac and Rikae in their house. Rikae and I were laying in a cuddly pile on their bed and Mac was sitting at the edge of it with their kid Annika on his lap. We were talking random stuff and I was asking if Annika can eat solid food yet. Eventually, I got up and walked around the bedroom and admired the artwork on their walls: they had a lot of paintings and drawings there, some of them made by fellow 'downers and a few made by Rikae herself (she turned out to be a very good painter). I remember seeing THE Ka's and Fea's artwork, as well as a sketch of Celeborn by Aganzir which had very lively eyes that seemed to follow you when you looked at it from different angles. I was chatting about the drawings and paintings with Rikae and Mac (of course complimenting Rikae for her lovely artwork) and thinking we should all thank the 'downs for having such wonderful friends.

I quite liked this dream.

[Morsul the Dark]

It's not often I dream of the downs but here''s one...

I was in a book store and bought a book called
Middle-Earth Real Estate; It was a book with photos from around the world that resembled places in MiddleEarth imagine my surprise to learn the photos and accompanying essays were written by Downers but the weird part was it came with an extra DVD with "Commercials" for the properties;

Fea was sowing of the "Rivendell" Property
Hookbill showed of the Glittering Cave(Which is the only one I can actually recognize in real lfe as the manmade cave at the Linderhof Palace in Germany)
H-I was in Ireland(I'm Guessing) Selling Hobbiton plots
and Formen was there... I don't recall what he was selling only that he was doing a Really Cheesey infomercial style of selling...

What's sad now that i think about it is I dreamt abbout sitting around watching TV....

[Pitchwife]

The other night, I dreamt a bunch of other people (none of which were specifically familiar from RL) and me were camping in the mountains with caravans and tents. We had gathered there to hunt trolls, of all things, and equipped ourselves for the purpose with all kinds of improvised weapons and armour or protective clothing, most of them looking like cobbled together from scraps and rubbish.
The first troll we met was only about a foot tall, but fought viciously, and it took a serious concerted effort to kill it, which made us somewhat apprehensive of facing a full-grown specimen. Next thing happened was we were visited by a large troup of witches - picturesquely ragged hags riding on broomsticks or branches, arriving accompanied by Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries or something similar. They had come to warn us about some really big trolls that would be coming down our valley pretty soon. We got all excited and not a bit worried, but when some time passed and the trolls didn't show up, we relaxed and decided to have a party with the witches instead. Next morning everybody was pretty hungover, so we decided to disband without having seen another troll.
What makes this a Barrow Downs dream is that one of the people in our company was Nogrod. He looked somewhat older than on the photos I've seen and had a grizzled beard. He and I were among the last people leaving the place and had a nice little conversation (of which I remember nothing) while packing our things. It seemed this wasn't his first troll-hunt, and during the fight with the mini-troll he and maybe two or three others, unlike the rest of us, had made the impression he knew his business. (Obvious WW echo!)

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

I dreamt that Lush and Squatter tied me to Squatter's mazda and drove to Italy, here they convinced me that it was good idea to rent office space and not pay for it. . .they claimed they had found some loophole in the italian legislation.