I was an older guy in a strange sort of prison-town. I was standing on a dock, which was somehow associated with my profession. I was annoyed that the town didn't have any proper walls; this was so that they could easily see you if you tried to run away, but it also meant that you weren't really safe anywhere. Someone could always be behind you, about to try to kill you.
Not finding anything to do at the dock, I decided to leave, maybe back homeward. I went through a stone building to another dock-thing which was actually a ferry. It was about to leave so I jumped on it, but managed instead to land in the water. Something was telling me to just wait for the next one, but I managed to shove my fingers in one of the cracks between the stones and slowly pull myself up on to the ferry. My lungs couldn't stand being underwater much longer though, and I gasped for air. I was able to breathe the water fine, and I realized that I was in a dream. I woke up soon after this though.
At another point, I was running through this town and I passed some gates. There were signs posted listing how much money you got for killing good guys or good ladies of various powers; apparently the people who ran the town were evil.
Posted by Trevor Savage at December 8, 2007 1:46 PM | TrackBack