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I had two dreams that I recall from the past week. The first occurred a few days ago. I found myself out in the countryside and noticed a tornado forming in the distance. On closer inspection, I realized that it was not just one tornado but a whole slew of them! What was most interesting was that the tornadoes formed up in a single line.
Throwing caution into the wind, I decided to find a camera to take a picture of this phenomenon, but after I got the camera from the cabin and ran back out, the tornadoes had already started to dissipate. By the time I was able to get a good shot with no trees in the way, the tornadoes had all disappeared.
I was a little annoyed, but headed back to the encampment. The camp was actually a set of cabin buildings that were mostly little shops. I was looking into one that was pretty much souvenir shop when I noticed two people walking up to me. One was Mr. Broomball, while the other was Riston. I was annoyed for some reason, but I cannot recall why.
The next dream occurred this morning. I was in some sort of old residential complex. My first thought was that the place looked haunted. My roommate and I had rented a room for the night. I did not make any of the arrangements, so I did not know why he chose that room, or building for that matter. When I took a look at the price sheet, I noticed that there was a note on there that indicated that one of the rooms was off limits. I read the fine print and realized that there would be crazy alarms and stuff that would go off if anyone tried to open the door. I suddenly realized that that room may be the reason why my roommate wanted this place. I tried to track him down, to tell him that were were leaving right away (just in case anything bad happened), but by the time I was getting out, someone had opened the door. The alarms were going off, and there appeared some really old lady who we would have figured to be the wife of the landlord, except that she had "died". I realized that she was some sort of wraith like creature, who required to feed off other living people, but I was not intent to being one of them. Our magic teacher, who was already old, gave herself willingly to the wraith, and as the undead being drained away her power, I saw that she started to look a little younger. After feeding, she commented that she felt more powerful than ever before.
I had to get out of there.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008 at 20:54:59 (UTC)
<cough> You do realize that a Lvl 8 Turn Undead spell would have solved your problem?
---HKL
(Now where did I put my Holy Avenger +5 2handed sword?)
Grinning Reaper
Thursday, October 16, 2008 at 12:19:20 (UTC)
Unfortunately sorcerers are unable to turn undead. Now if I had only learned some fire spells..
QYV