An update from Miriam-land
3 July 2008 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
3rdragonSince it's always the ginormously long Moodle courses that refuse to transfer properly, and since the French course looks as bad as or worse than the Bio course I just finished moving, (and since none of the bosses are here at the moment,) I'm taking a break to ramble about dreams and books.
I've gone back to a 9:30 bedtime this week after a fun but mildly exhausting weekend, and as a result have had many more dreams.
Monday.
I dreamed that I was a roleplay character (or perhaps a videogame character) somewhat like myself, only rather more warlike, and with a great many points invested in awesome, and possibly somewhat elvish. I lived in a medieval-ish world populated by roving bands of adventures of various levels, who seemed to have little better to do than get in fights with other bands of adventurers. I think we were motivated by xp, but I'm not entirely sure on that point. Whenever anyone got killed, they showed up again a few rounds later, which was nice because it kept the total number of adventurers fairly constant despite the fact that we kept killing each other off, and because it meant that you weren't permanently dead when you got pwned by someone ten levels higher than you.
My group was a fairly high-ish level, so while there were quite a lot of levels above us, there weren't all that many people of those levels. We were also fairly smart, on the whole, which couldn't be said for all of the other adventurers, some of whom persisted in tromping by the area where we often hung out to ambush people in the most ridiculous strung-out manner, with a cleric wandering around by herself in the woods several yards to the left of everyone else, and the main body of fighters quite strung-out along the road, when we had picked them off not very long ago for exactly the same behavior.
I was a long-range fighter with a specialty in javelins and pens (the sort that are made of wood and have metal nibs(yes, I think that this means that I must've had a penwiper. Or several)). I was also one of the highest-level characters in the group and had good hit points (some of the tanks had better hit points, but tanks are also more likely to get stuck in situations where they get killed, and it's difficult to get xp if you keep dying. At least that's my theory for how this came about).
The first action-bit of the dream that I remember was when we were in the middle of ambushing one of those groups that repeatedly waltzed by our hangout in the most ridiculous manner. I had run out of javelins and was just throwing the last of my pens, which was annoying but not A Problem because the group was too decimated to be much of a threat (and I think I had knives for melee, anyway). I had just thrown my last pen at the leader of the group when one of the hunched crones who had been huddled towards the center of the group got in the way. I was momentarily vaguely miffed, and then I realized that the crone was actually a Very High Level witch or enchantress, and that this dim-witted batch had actually succeeded in eliciting help and setting up an ambush for us, and that we were about to have ourselves handed to us on a platter. Not surprisingly, she attacked me, throwing a ball of ominous blue-purple light at me. It wasn't very fast, and I managed to run out of the way, but it followed me, weaving around obstacles. I kept running around things so that it couldn't build up enough speed to catch me. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew that I didn't want it to hit me. It was a Big Bad Spell; you could tell by the color. The fighting stopped shortly after; all of the other party (except the witch) were dead or fled. I continued to run. Then the witch informed us all that the ball of light would continue to chase me until it destroyed the entire world, and that it was going to stop chasing and start destroying pretty quickly, so I had better stop running and let it hit me unless I wanted the imminent destruction of everything within the next minute or so. I was pretty sure that she was telling the truth, and I could hardly keep running forever, anyway, so I stopped and let it hit me. "Your hit points," the witch told me smugly, "are now at zero." She was right; the spell, whatever it was, had wiped out all of my hit points in one go. Despite being dead, I hung around in a sort of ethereal way long enough to hear the witch ask my companions if they were going to surrender now, or if she should set balls of light on them, too. Then I woke up. I still think that it's unfair for people to use magic that will destroy the world if you don't let it kill you.
Tuesday.
I dreamed that I was a companion/chaperone/governess to the daughter of a king. I didn't do any bodyguarding; there were other people to do that. She was somewhere between 12 and 16, and I wasn't any older than I am now, if that old. Her father didn't understand her at all, and kept her cooped up in the palace for far too much of the time, so I was pretty much her only friend. I think that I tried to convince her father to let her go out and see the city more. For some reason this job also included a fair amount of paperwork and checklists; I don't know why.
Wednesday.
I was an archeologist on a dig, and someone kept trying to convince me that what I really needed was a Greek vase with electronics and an alarm inside so that it would wake me up in the mornings, and he would be happy to sell me one at a reduced price. I did not feel that Greek vases particularly needed to be fitted with alarms and electronics, and I wished that he would go away and let me get on with the dig.
Then my alarm went off.
I guess this is what comes of reading novels with characters interested in Grecian art just before bed.
Hm, lunchtime. I'll type up the other dream I had on Wednesday and the dream I had today and my thoughts on the books I've been reading lately later.
I've gone back to a 9:30 bedtime this week after a fun but mildly exhausting weekend, and as a result have had many more dreams.
Monday.
I dreamed that I was a roleplay character (or perhaps a videogame character) somewhat like myself, only rather more warlike, and with a great many points invested in awesome, and possibly somewhat elvish. I lived in a medieval-ish world populated by roving bands of adventures of various levels, who seemed to have little better to do than get in fights with other bands of adventurers. I think we were motivated by xp, but I'm not entirely sure on that point. Whenever anyone got killed, they showed up again a few rounds later, which was nice because it kept the total number of adventurers fairly constant despite the fact that we kept killing each other off, and because it meant that you weren't permanently dead when you got pwned by someone ten levels higher than you.
My group was a fairly high-ish level, so while there were quite a lot of levels above us, there weren't all that many people of those levels. We were also fairly smart, on the whole, which couldn't be said for all of the other adventurers, some of whom persisted in tromping by the area where we often hung out to ambush people in the most ridiculous strung-out manner, with a cleric wandering around by herself in the woods several yards to the left of everyone else, and the main body of fighters quite strung-out along the road, when we had picked them off not very long ago for exactly the same behavior.
I was a long-range fighter with a specialty in javelins and pens (the sort that are made of wood and have metal nibs(yes, I think that this means that I must've had a penwiper. Or several)). I was also one of the highest-level characters in the group and had good hit points (some of the tanks had better hit points, but tanks are also more likely to get stuck in situations where they get killed, and it's difficult to get xp if you keep dying. At least that's my theory for how this came about).
The first action-bit of the dream that I remember was when we were in the middle of ambushing one of those groups that repeatedly waltzed by our hangout in the most ridiculous manner. I had run out of javelins and was just throwing the last of my pens, which was annoying but not A Problem because the group was too decimated to be much of a threat (and I think I had knives for melee, anyway). I had just thrown my last pen at the leader of the group when one of the hunched crones who had been huddled towards the center of the group got in the way. I was momentarily vaguely miffed, and then I realized that the crone was actually a Very High Level witch or enchantress, and that this dim-witted batch had actually succeeded in eliciting help and setting up an ambush for us, and that we were about to have ourselves handed to us on a platter. Not surprisingly, she attacked me, throwing a ball of ominous blue-purple light at me. It wasn't very fast, and I managed to run out of the way, but it followed me, weaving around obstacles. I kept running around things so that it couldn't build up enough speed to catch me. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew that I didn't want it to hit me. It was a Big Bad Spell; you could tell by the color. The fighting stopped shortly after; all of the other party (except the witch) were dead or fled. I continued to run. Then the witch informed us all that the ball of light would continue to chase me until it destroyed the entire world, and that it was going to stop chasing and start destroying pretty quickly, so I had better stop running and let it hit me unless I wanted the imminent destruction of everything within the next minute or so. I was pretty sure that she was telling the truth, and I could hardly keep running forever, anyway, so I stopped and let it hit me. "Your hit points," the witch told me smugly, "are now at zero." She was right; the spell, whatever it was, had wiped out all of my hit points in one go. Despite being dead, I hung around in a sort of ethereal way long enough to hear the witch ask my companions if they were going to surrender now, or if she should set balls of light on them, too. Then I woke up. I still think that it's unfair for people to use magic that will destroy the world if you don't let it kill you.
Tuesday.
I dreamed that I was a companion/chaperone/governess to the daughter of a king. I didn't do any bodyguarding; there were other people to do that. She was somewhere between 12 and 16, and I wasn't any older than I am now, if that old. Her father didn't understand her at all, and kept her cooped up in the palace for far too much of the time, so I was pretty much her only friend. I think that I tried to convince her father to let her go out and see the city more. For some reason this job also included a fair amount of paperwork and checklists; I don't know why.
Wednesday.
I was an archeologist on a dig, and someone kept trying to convince me that what I really needed was a Greek vase with electronics and an alarm inside so that it would wake me up in the mornings, and he would be happy to sell me one at a reduced price. I did not feel that Greek vases particularly needed to be fitted with alarms and electronics, and I wished that he would go away and let me get on with the dig.
Then my alarm went off.
I guess this is what comes of reading novels with characters interested in Grecian art just before bed.
Hm, lunchtime. I'll type up the other dream I had on Wednesday and the dream I had today and my thoughts on the books I've been reading lately later.
