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| Mr. Storm | Sep 5 2007, 12:27 AM |
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That's right, I figure I'll post them here, I'll copy my dream-telling from somewhere else I wrote it down... DREAM 1: I was a leader of a rebel movement against something, what I don't know. The place I was in was an old city that was all rubble, think Stalingrad or Osgiliath. And we would go out and save people from throughout the land and recruit them to our underground movement. We'd also party alot, in our rubble lairs. But the enemy would send out these Ringwraith type creatures to randomly hunt through the rubble and find us. And guess what? It stumbled upon one of our parties. I hid under a table as it killed a bunch of people, and then I decided to bolt. That tipped it off, so it saw me and killed me. I then "respawned" and decided to do something that would distract the dude, I forgot what I did. But on our radar, I saw the dude beeline toward us instead to doing his random sweeps or being distracted. I screamed a profanity, told everyone to hide, and ran again this time with enough ground between me and Nazgul-boy. Or so I thought. He caught me and killed me. I respawned once more, and this time, I resolved to fight. So I grabbed a gun and waited outside my base for it, but it wasn't on my radar. So I was like "Hmmm..." I then decided to go out and hunt it, in a way, ducking from cover to cover. And then he showed up on my radar, so I was like, "Jackpot!" I whipped out my sniper rifle (Somehow my pistol had transformed) and aimed steadily toward my target that was probably a football field and a half in way, with me hiding behind a pillar in the rubble. I shot, and my target vanished. He popped up next to me and slitted (is that a word?) my throat. I respawned one last time, I was maaaaad. I rounded up my entire posse with heavy guns on all of them and went outside my base shooting and hooting and hollering. No Nazgul. So, we start hunting around for him. I turn around to bark an order at someone, when my entire posse had disappeared. Another obscenity crossed my mind. I ran for cover and hid in a cave of rubble, there was only one way in and one way out, and I had my shotgun pointed toward it. My body's taking up the entire cave, so there's no way he's in it. Then, I see him. He slowly approaches the cave, and I don't shoot for some reason. Then, he looks at me and sticks his sword into the ground, and goes to move his hood off so I'd be able to see his face. Then, I woke up. I was SOOO mad, I wanted to see that dude's face! Oh well, here's hoping it's one those continual dreams! |
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