I had the most bizarre dreams the last few nights.
which I dont remember much of but it involved adventuring and hunting monsters and whatnot, kinda like DF, that ended when I retired in a cottage way out in the woods. There were a few other guys there living the last of their days farming or hunting in the surrounding woods. But i quickly found out there was a monster lurking around that would occasionally pop by to try to murder everyone. They described it as... I can't recall, a foul blendec or something. But when it showed up, it was sasquatch. That's right, bigfoot. It tried ramming through the door, it took all five/six of us to keep it out.
After a couple episodes of bigfoot attacks, the other dudes disappeared and were replaced by my family. There was now a paved road passing nearby, neighbors, etc., in the modern era. We owned a RV. But bigfoot still came by to try to murder us every couple days. So we decided to GTFO, but we had to do it when bigfoot wasnt around or he'd murder us, or track us down. Everybody but me and my father left one night and spent the day in town. Bigfoot came back the next evening as me and my father were just finishing loading the truck. We managed to escape, but we had to drive all the way into the desert before the bastard decided to go home.
So apparently I have an irrational fear of being chased by bigfoot.
Night before, it was a dream about bears. I and my family were living in that house we got evicted from last year, although the surroundings were different. There were bears in the area, including a big albino one that routinely stalked the woods around the house. Every time we'd go outside, to go for a walk, or go to town or let the dogs/cats out, there'd be this big ass albino grizzly bear we'd have to sneak past in order to go do whatever. And it kept changing its appearance, constantly. Once it would be your average bear, then it's an enormously fat midget bear, then an emaciated skin-and-bones bear-husk... Sometimes looked more like an extremely big dog than a bear, would appear where you didn't expect it, see it wandering down the middle of the driveway. At one point I just woke up, the end...
Dream before that, all I can remember was my dog riding a bicycle. Not anthropomorphized, no thumbs or anything, and a perfectly normal mountain bike. Somehow, she pulled it off, and it was hilarious. I should try to teach her to do that... Nah, she'd just get hurt.
Before that, it was an episode of GTAV, evading the cops, running along the beach between abandoned houses and barns, getting frustrated by being completely unable to escape the cops, attacked by wolves and mountain lions that lured in more cops. God damn cops...
I lived in a town on a native American reservation, in someplace like Idaho here, so maybe the Couer D'Alene reservation. *shrug*
Nearby there was a valley nobody ever really visited anymore except to hunt, and an adjacent rocky, wooded hill people didn't bother hunting on. A friend in town had overheard conversation about something up on the mountain, and learned about a trail among the rocks that ended in an ancient cave and some ruins. He invited me to come along and explore it, and because I fucking love such things of course I'll come!
We jump some fences to get out of town and make a beeline for where the trail is supposed to start. We find it, and begin ascending. It's a couple miles long... and halfway through the ascent dream-brain has a fart and decides we're hiking up a paved roadway. Still, at a bend where the road reaches its climax, does a 180 and start descending into the valley, we find what looks like an old mineshaft entrance.
After going inside, we discover there is a large stone door of white limestone, a lot like the big square doors you'd find in TESIV:Oblivion when you're entering an Ayleid ruin. We get through. Dream-brain conveniently skips the part about how the fuck ayleid doors even work, but we get through. Inside, there is a stairwell, and descending it we enter a vast cavernous space, dimly lit by aquamarine-colored light. Welkynd stones, ya know?
So we go exploring. There aren't very many small passageways, just a lot of humonganormous halls. Not the "wide" hall set available in Oblivion, but halls consisting of the large room tileset pieces and columns, stretching for miles. We find a conspicuous lack of treasure, traps, or most things Ayleid dungeons are known for, but sneak by a lot of animated skeletons, before deciding to return home. It is late afternoon by the time we make it over the fences and part ways.
So yeah, Native Americans apparently shared North America with the Ayleids, according to dream-brain.
So I was walking along some old footpath across rolling hills and through swamps and forests, battling monsters, sleeping in some scummy tavern. one day I get up and find a band of mercenaries or bandits or whatnot who need to be killed. I defeat them, with help from an TESIV:Oblivion-style legionnaire riding by on the road, and the last one reveals that there is a dragon's lair at the end of the road, a few miles away in a swamp. I visit this lair, and the resident dragon, the stereotypical modern giant four-legged lizard with large black scales and horns, and wings sprouting from behind its shoulders, murders me completely and utterly. Game over.
Except then I AM the dragon, and the date is today, or whatever. The footpath has been replaced by a paved highway, the inn has acquired a town with a gas station and school and so much else small American towns on busy highway intersections often develop, and the meadows surrounding have given way to farmland. But I'm a dragon, not a human, and if the humans spot me shit will hit the fan. I happen to be on the wrong side of the town, and in order to return to my lair I must sneak by. Obviously, flying by wouldnt be an option, because I'd be spotted. So, have you ever seen a 50-foot-long, eight to ten ton lizard with conspicuous wings and horns try to sneak through the woods astride a highway, and succeed because all the drivers are dumb and blind? It is a silly image, and I hope you can imagine it.
I succeeded, until it came time to cross the second highway running perpendicular to the first, forming the intersection around which the town has developed. Some motorist spots me before I can disappear into the woods, and of course they throw a tantrum and call the police. The cops show up, screeching to a halt, and start shooting at me. The only way to escape and return home without pursuit is to kill them all, but a bunch of trampled, roasted cops will raise the event from "A bunch of herp-derp drunken rednecks in a rural town claim to have seen a dragon, their police got in on the act. Retards." to "Jesus Christ it's out there and it could kill us all!" Which implies being hunted, forever, in a world more and more capable of killing me by the day. But that's the only thing I can think of, and so I kill them all. More come, and I kill them as well. Eventually, with the entire town burning to cinders, I make my escape and bury myself in my lair, praying nobody ever finds me.
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