I make a Minotaur who stands 7′ 4″, huge frame with massive muscular mass. A 6′ long battle-ax, with a large three-foot fan-shaped blade at the end. The blade is ornate with some decorations, I have gold bracers on my arm, ornate with gems and mosaics.
The room changes to a country landscape, I am in a party of adventurers.
The sky is bright and beautiful with wild birds adorning the skyline. I
stand up from the campsite we are at and look around at the variety of
foliage and mountains.
Then I spot a band of goblinoid creatures stalking our camp, hiding behind
some thickets. I immediately alarm my party and we charge the opposing
group. I swing my huge battle ax and cleave one of the goblin creatures
clear in half, there is a loud clinking sound as the blade cleaves into his
armor and renders the goblin in half. Blood and guts spray from the blow
and the creature drops.
The female thief/archer type character mows down a few with her bow.
“Hehe, well-done comrades!”, I snort, hot breath emanates from my mouth,
and it smells bad. “I know not what would possess such fiends to attack
ones such as us. We look far more menacing than they.”
The female character who is played by a guy named Doug Ebner decides to
scout ahead on the road to see if she can spot any more enemies.
I return to the campsite and start to clean the blood off my blade.
In the distance, we hear a blood-curdling scream and I am larger than the
party so I run faster. As I get to the scene the female character body is
splattered in a bloody streak about 8 feet long. Pieces of her armor are
scattered about. Here weapon lying on the dusty ground. Whatever
attacked her was huge and I was not sure I wanted to find out.
As the rest of my group approached this large black shadow moved over us,
I immediately recognized the shape. It was a huge red dragon, I look up
and see that it has a leather riding saddle on it, I can see the harness
straps on the underneath of its belly.
The rider is some chaos warrior wearing black plate male, ornate with huge
black horns protruding from his head. His face is black from the darkness
of his mask, but I can see the white of his teeth and his glowing red eyes.
Seeing us, it began to turn around.
Being kind of a veteran at these games, I did the only logical thingů run,
and run as fast as I can to the nearby village. Top speed I flee from the
rest of the group in a very professional, self-preservation way, I see a
huge massive army of humans coming over the hill, the tips of polearms and
battle axes with large flags adorn the top of the hill, then I see horses
and armed men with bows.
They stop me and tell me that they are hunting the dragon and I walk with
this the captain of the army, some knight whose armor is a beautifully ornate
silver and gold suit, with detailed patterns of magical and religious
symbols. His face was covered with a thin light brown beard, his face
scared and serious looking. His voice commanding. “Hold there, A dragon
attacked our village, and by the looks of you, you seem to be running from
“The dragon slew one of my companions and the rest are behind me running
towards the village as well. The dragon is in hot pursuit!”
Suddenly there are a few shots fired at the dragon from the bowmen, the
arrows hit and penetrate the chest of the beast. It is not enough to kill
it, but the arrows sent the dragon away. The dragon lets out a blood-curdling scream and gas and smoke flare from its mouth.
We travel along the road following the dragon who is far from us, and in
the horizon. We happen on my dead companion and the knight dismounts to
look at the carnage. “I am not sure if a healer can bring her back to
life, but gather as much of her as you can and take her to the village.”
I let the other party members handle that gruesome task. Sure I was a kick-ass 7′ 4″ minotaur but I don’t like cleaning up those kinds of messes. My
other companions gather her gear and we head to the village.
At the village, a mystic healer at a temple takes a look at the body. He
does some sort of incantation and nothing happens, he speaks in a somber
voice, “The gods have claimed your friend, they refuse to let her go.
Nothing can be done to raise her. To flame, we must send the rest of her
“What! What the f***? You mean with all the magical powers you have, you
can’t perform a simple resurrection spell, you dumb ass bitch? I mean what
the hell is your problem? What kind of priest are you? You suck! This
whole village sucks! You guys are so totally pathetic!”, I yell.
The priest seeing my huge size and girth cowers back in fear. Everyone,
even my companions are stunned by my expression. The knight’s mouth is
hanging from his jaw in a look of utter horror and shock.
Full dream: https://youaredreaming.org/2019/12/18/2530/
Timestamped from 1999: https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.dreams/B6oz6uOaBPo/4cLLzUmgEo8J
Talk about simulating Dungeons and Dragons in the rich virtual realistic world of dreaming and doing this long before the science was even confirmed it can be done? How? I learned at a young age to train myself to dream and use waking world influences to shape the content of my dreams. From the dream I also point out: That was enough of that style of fantasy, satisfied that I can create that
as I have thousands of times in the past, I decide to work on the epic
space game that I am developing.
The small excerpts of dream entries I’ve written are merely the tip of the iceburg for the many undocumented dreams I’ve had. I may have the time to dream but not always the time to write them down.