I journeyed to another place by using a function on my calculator which took a vnum and then transported me there. I then visited a number of locales.
First, I was in a large shop, like K-Mart or whatnot. I was looking for a clock which I had at home but for some reason had to buy. I found the sales display of it, and started looking through the Lego aisles for the actual clocks. Not finding it, I searched for the clock section.
Unable to find this, I returned to the area where I saw the sales display clock, intending to ask the salesman. He evaded my questions, and the area soon changed into something of a pool with a hill in the middle, and was flooded with a thin layer of water.
This area, the location of a game, proved to be GREAT fun. The object of the game seemed to be to prevent your opponents from winning, or perhaps getting away from you. You would dash around in the water, usually with your stomach on the floor, and attempt to detain or generally physically handle people.
The salesman was also still there, standing up, but I ignored him after I entered the game. Charles was also there, and I would follow him about at times. I would swim about, grabbing people at random or when they attacked us, and, often times for the females, pull up their skirts and burry my head between their legs, while swimming.
The pool then, unfortunately, dried up and shrank until it was the size of a rather small + sign. As I got out of it, alone I believe, I was at a friend's house. After some time, the house changed and the friend was replaced by another friend.
Next began my medieval adventure, beginning, I think, with me driving down the road, my parents in the other seats. As we drove down the road, I pointed out things on the side of the road, either trying to prove a point or show them features of a particular place.
First, I pointed to a large RC car which was flying about just above the car. Next, showed several other floating RC cars on the sides of the road, and then as we rounded a turn I showed them a line of poles which had various race cars, RC cars, and a cow placed on them. Somehow I had known that we would see these things.
After we arrived at our destination, a small shop, I first went to the back door and talked to a few dogs that were there. The shop looked like my house, and the back door that I went to was really my house's front door.
There was a large black dog, a medium size golden dog, and a small but somewhat old odd dog, with green and dark brown splotches. The last dog's back legs were attached to each other. He was evidentially a new breed created by some weird force.
They were at first hostile towards me, but soon they settled down and just talked about their lives. Their tales were very depressing, but as I was unable to do anything I soon closed the door and went inside.
I then picked up a half a gallon bag of shredded cheese and a package of rolls. I put the cheese in the sink, and put some rolls into the toaster oven. I didn't get a few quite in, and they quickly burned up. The old woman next to me, also using a toaster oven, suggested a plan of action. Trying this, I found that it worked, and my rolls were no longer accidentally incinerated. At some point, Mom came looking for me, as I had evidentially been in the shop for a long time.
Next, I left the shop and began walking around outside. The landscape had changed drastically, as there was no longer a major road, the car had disappeared, and the shop was now a castle. I walked around, examining it's walls, before spotting another building and heading towards it. I walked around it, and saw several piles of supplies. I decided that these must be for the army I was joining.
There was also a pile of small canteens with alcoholic stuff in them, and I sampled a few after some people who had been debating whether to give them to the soldiers or not had moved on. They tasted fiery, and seemed to make me feel a bit different with each drink.
I then overheard a tale while following some people around, and took note of it. At one point on the second building's walls there was a dagger which went up, then down, repeatedly.
Finally, I went back home, and added to my dreamlog, which was now composed of a series of fences was probably no longer an actual dreamlog, information about the story and my adventure. The story occupied an entire fence, out of the three I could see.
Climbing over the fences, some people walked by, asking me if I had read anything by a particular author. I said no, but that I had this short story written by him which I invited them to read. They chuckled and continued on their way.
(my dreams last night were a mess to sort out.)
Posted by Trevor Savage at September 27, 2003 10:46 AM