Last night, I dreamed that I was playing fortress mode in a fort that was actually prospering and going along quite well. The fort location was perfect, green plains, plenty of trees, flat land, and even a 30-something z-level volcano overwatching everything, (mind you, everything here is an estimate since for some reason, the entire DF world was in fully visible 3D, although the dwarves were still flat beared smily faces). So anyways, it was the perfect fort, several years old, highly efficient yet spacious, and pretty much what any player could dream about.
But then I suddenly recieved a news report about an unusual disturbance in the area (don't ask me how, its a dream and I just did). Shrugging it off, I continued managing my dwarves, carving out rooms, making weapons, and paving the hallways with gold, but little did I know that at that moment, an earthquake appeared and with it came a massive torrent of rain. This rain was unlike any I've ever seen before, since rather than collecting in murky pools as one would expect, it actually collected on ordinary ground and even on the ceiling of my fort. More shocking was how it didn't seem to drain off at all from the edge of the map and instead collected in an ever rising body of water. Fearing that this would turn into something bad FUN, I ordered the immediate closure of all doors leading to the outside. Some water got in and some of the dwarves got washed around everywhere, but the fort was locked down, or so I thought.
Now here is perhaps the most unusual part of the dream. The volcano which oversaw the fortress had many "veins" that supplied magma to various parts of my fortress. In this way, I was able to achieve some of the more dwarfy aesthetic designs which included magma hallways, magma moats, magma swimming pools, and even magma fountains with a line of magma-proof statues standing in the middle. But upon coming in contact with this mysterious rain, the magma actually began to turn into water *gasp*. What were once flowing rivers of magma seething through my fort had immediately become a coarsing flood of water that was quickly filling up any crack it could find. Hallways were flooding, meeting rooms began to be filled, and it wasn't long before the entire stockpile of all the fort's wealth became submerged in water. Dwarves of all kind were being flung and washed around, mothers separated from babies, warriors separated from weapons, and Urists separated from their beloved socks. Because the water source came from such a high place (entire volcano was now water btw), even the highest spots would have eventually been flooded. Everything seemed to turn upside down as I began to fight the battle of dwarves against physics.
Even though most of the stockpiles were flooded, there were still a few doors and floodgates lying around on the top. I immediately ordered the remaining dwarves to grab what they could and all assemble in the topmost main hall where they tried to plug up all the entrances before the water could get to them. Right when the last door was fitted in, a massive crash was heard as the water began pounding on the earthen doors outside. Everyone huddled together for warmth from the dampness, but also possibly out of fear. We were safe from the water, but we were trapped. The water still did not drain off the map, nor did the rain show any signs of dissipating. A guard who was just able to make it back from duty took out a flask and drank his alcohol, the last bit of alcohol in the fortress. I didn't know what to do. We had a miner with a pick amongst us, but it was useless as we were completely surrounded on all sides by water. Someone had a few seeds and tried to begin a plump helment farm, but we knew it was useless; it was nowhere near enough to feed all the survivors, and without alcohol we would all eventually riot against each other. There was nothing we could do, no hope, no future, nothing at all but wait until we either starve, die of thirst, or are mercifully killed by a crazed member of one of our own. One by one, the dwarves began to drop off into sleep where they dreamed uneasy, restless dreams filled with nothing but water, drowning, and the never-ending rain. Eventually, exhausted in the effort of thinking and trying to comprehend the events that just happened, I too sank into a slumber whereupon I then woke up in real life.
And that was the crazy DF dream I just had last night.
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