Last night, I had a dream ...
And in less dramatic and confidential news ...
I have now joined the ranks of DS owners. 8D
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ratzeo gave me one of the shiny new "crimson and black" style last night for Christmas. And he and kyonkun furnished me with a few games to suck my life away practice with.
(He gave it to me earlier than originally intended, because I was complaining about being bored while I was sick. And a DS is manageable when your head is fuzzy, but has the benefit of being less brain-killing than extended Internet surfing. I have the best boyfriend evar.)
Now, ironically, I was actually well enough to come to work today, so I haven't gotten a chance to use it much. But I don't care, because ... well, now I'm on the road to recovery *and* have a shiny new DS. XD
And then there was the dream.
Lately, I've been having unusually lucid and relevant dreams. Most of the time I get unconnected fragments that don't really mean anything or interest me much. But in the past couple of weeks, I've dreamed about: being Nine's companion (who was not Rose, and I think might have joined Nine and Rose the way Jack did?), being Ten's companion (who either was Rose, or Rose did not exist in that reality), and being the target of an attempted seduction by Adrian Pasdar (which was more funny than sexy-sexy, though that may be because I think that Adrian Pasdar, while a good-looking man, is more funny than sexy-sexy).
Last night, I had a D&D dream. Bound to happen sooner or later.
Technically, I was playing a D&D game, rather than actually being an adventurer. But you know how dreams are, when "real" isn't a strict category - so things that happened In Game versus In Real Life kind of blurred.
The GM of the game was an industry professional whom I didn't know very well (so, not irishninja). Maybe it was the_monkey_king, since I met him once at shadawyn's birthday party? In any case, our mystery GM decided that we should go visit the Underdark. XD;;;
Whoever he was, I never got a good look at his face or expression, so I don't know if he was using us for shits and giggles or what. Regardless, I dutifully joined the party, even though we were something like level 2, and went gamely in.
(I don't remember the details of my character, but I know she was female, and probably a rogue-type who seemed to be an elf or half-elf. Which is odd, since I've never actually been interested in playing an elf. But anyway.)
The first thing we encountered in the Underdark was a Reaper. As in, the Reaper from "Faith," one of the few episodes of Supernatural I've ever seen. ^^; It was kind of freaky, though, because we were trapped in a small, enclosed area with it, and we knew that it could kill us with a touch. And I remember thinking, I don't want to have to build another character!
While we were fleeing, one of my party members started yelling, "A wand! Get a wand!" And you know, I wish I could say that this thought was the result of my thorough knowledge of D&D spellcasting ... but more likely than not, I was just thinking of Harry Potter or something.
Here's another moment when game and reality blurred, because I "was" my character, fleeing from the Reaper. At the same time, I was trying to fend it off with a book, which was probably my Player's Handbook. XD;;
The Reaper had nearly closed on me when it suddenly started cringing away, and I saw my co-worker E standing there with a wand. Co-worker E does actually play D&D, so that sorta made sense ... kinda ... well okay no. But anyway, co-worker E saved my ass and my character survived.
And then I woke up.
geeky
