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[TD1]

Loud Whispers is Loki, head-canon accepted.

[Loud Whispers]

Loud Whispers is Loki, head-canon accepted.

Would that I could birth a billion eight legged horses, the world would be a better place

[Dunamisdeos]

Loud Whispers is Loki, head-canon accepted.

Would that I could birth a billion eight legged horses, the world would be a better place

[TD1]

Fails to mention that Odin frequently rode his six-legged grandson.

[Eric Blank]

Wait, not eight legged?

[Kagus]

Wait, not eight legged?

Knitting on the run. Spiderhorses need hobbies too.

[TD1]

Wait, not eight legged?

Whoops.
Though let's face it, when you have that many legs two more or less isn't as big a deal as you'd expect

[Yoink]

One moment I was careening around an expansive, ever-shifting warzone (that may or may not have been inside a large-scale team-based videogame I was playing) in some high-speed vehicle on an important mission, the next I was inside some sort of secondhand store that was still in business on the battlefield (and where my mission apparently had taken me to speak to someone) getting distracted by the cool retro action figure some guy wanted the store to sell on commission and expressing an interest in purchasing it myself when the shop's owner demurred, before having to embarrassedly explain that I wasn't actually able to buy it then and there since I didn't have the money until the next day/week/whatever after they actually took my offer seriously.


I woke up feeling rather poorly-rested, too, so I hope the dream was worth it.   

[AzyWng]

Dreamed about playing some elaborate game of cops and robbers that involved some toy cars.

Then, I was on a road somewhere where it was very sunny, and a few thugs and I rode up to someone’s trailer - only the whole thing was see-through and only blocked by pieces of cloth and a lot of dirt inside the vehicle.

The thugs messed about with a shovel before entering the trailer and beating on one of the two occupants, some guy (the other occupant was some woman who didn’t really seem to care for the guys well being).For some reason, at this point I started trying to interrogate him to tell us where he was hiding “the money”.

Then the thugs produced some fireworks and were about to use them on him. I decided this was a step too far and turned the fireworks on them instead.

[Arx]

I had one of my standard not-as-incoherent-as-one-might-expect dreams. I can't remember everything, but one detail in particular struck me, because it was so frickin' weird.

I had been exiled from the part of this peculiar faux-renaissance kingdom where I was teaching, and had been forced into slavery. I was working in a galley, where our sole task was to turn a capstan. This capstan had many strings trailing from it, which rapidly became tattered, and which one poor sod had the responsibility of repairing.

Unfortunately, there was no way of repairing it. Double unfortunately, every day the captain would inspect the strings, and if they were not up to standard, execute the person responsible on the spot. It came about, soon enough, that I was appointed to fix them, and, of course, I couldn't. So the captain's servant immobilised me with a quick blow to the back of the neck with a machete, and I had the fairly surreal experience of collapsing to my knees (held up by the servant) while thinking "Am I really about to be executed in my own dream?" This thought was, of course, mixed in with a healthy dose of panic, because although apparently I was lucid enough to think of it as a dream, I was also rather terrified of actually dying.

I cannot stress enough how weird it is to remember being kneeling, quadriplegic, waiting for someone just outside your field of vision to execute you.

The captain cut off my head in one clean blow, everything went dark, and the dream segued seamlessly to me somehow reuniting with my students/adoptive daughters apparently (the elder had a name with three syllables starting with "s"; the younger was named something with a "p", possibly Pearl. I don't normally remember names well, so it's odd), without bringing up the whole bit where I... you know, experienced my own death.

[Rolan7]

First I was playing a neat little horror game about trying to get past hordes of specters, some with creepy faces and others just shimmering plumes of darkness.  There were too many to really sneak, and the dark ones were hard to see at all since the levels were poorly lit.  So it was really more like... football, finding an opportunity to sprint and then juking them as they got close.  I almost ran out of lives, but fortunately the level generated with some tacky gold casino walls which revealed the dark ones.

Fairy/dragon

A group of us agents were tasked with visiting the fey realm.  We entered a large open room with a giant window showing some treetops and sunny blue sky.  Supposedly the window was digitally projecting some hypnotic pattern (it felt like technology, not "just magic") but there was no sign, no matter how I looked.  Just a pleasant sunny day. 

We all swayed to an unheard beat.  People started dancing slowly, still staring at the window.  It was fascinating... the window, sure, but also the effect it was having on everyone.  My attention was divided as I saw my peers become young kids, dancing sleepily then toppling over onto the mat.  I had to step over them as I danced to the music I could barely feel, much less hear.  I turned my head and got off the mat, feeling a sense of vertigo as the enchantment pulled away.

My superiors understood my concern and let me go through alone, so I wouldn't accidentally step on anyone.  As my perception of reality became... abstract, I resolved to remember everything I could about the fey realm.  I was connecting to a URL, a site run by Whitney... the normal gym trainer.  Somehow, she was in league with the fey

Then I either woke up or failed to remember more :U
I woke up early in the morning, though, probably too early.  Before dawn, birds starting to chirp.  I only wrote this because I'd resolved to remember, even if it was such a little meaningless thing.
I heard an owl call, but only once.

[Rolan7]

Yesterday:  I was in college orientation again.  They gave us some "trail mix" of breadcrumbs and still-packaged Smarties, brought us through a cool computer lab, then showed us some student work opportunities.  The most memorable one was a trio of students performing "surgery" on a meal over a hot stove.  Some sort of mix between medical drama and cooking show.
I managed to schedule some life-affirming surgery, but it was taking place down the road for some reason.  So I had to run down the sidewalk in a towel for a while (though at cycling speed, which was fun~) and then I realized I didn't know what the building looked like.  So I tried one that looked likely.

It was not the correct building, but the mad scientist was happy to lie and get me inside.  I and three other victims (who got clothes, for some reason.  hmmph) listened patiently to his big villain plan, which involved an uncomfortable amount of needles and body horror.  Then the A Team arrived!  Okay not THE A team, but a band of badass heroes.  We were saved

I got to tell them all about the experience as they took me out to eat.  Apparently they saved me from ridiculous fates every week or so   The badass no-nonsense biker gal was particularly protective of me, which was cute.  Well, I was cute, is the tldr of this.

[Dunamisdeos]

The most memorable one was a trio of students performing "surgery" on a meal over a hot stove.  Some sort of mix between medical drama and cooking show.

I'd watch the hell out of this.

Would have to be presented as a medical soap-opera-style drama.

[Yoink]

Ghost dogs, public transport woes and confusing rimjob orgies.

[Rolan7]

Bad science was going down in a mostly-abandoned research park (post-apoc setting?)
Some friends and I tried to ambush one of their supply teams, though none of us had weapons.  So we were just chasing them across a quad, and they managed to outrun us and scatter.  Dangit.

Fortunately I had the mutant power to "hulk out" when angry, gaining super strength and invincibility.  I wasn't upset enough though... until I noticed my shoe was untied.  And my lace snapped as I tried to tie it.  HuaaaAAH!

I spent most of the dream Prince-of-Persia-parkouring across these abandoned buildings, looking for signs of habitation.  I kept starting to revert, which would have been bad because I was leaping between several-story-tall buildings and sometimes missing.  I just focused on the frustration though, and - oh yeah, my left thigh joint hurt.  I wonder if I was actually "invincible" or just amped up on future-adrenalin?

Either way, I eventually spied activity in one building, and managed to swoop through an open window by riding a tattered banner.  I was in a hallway with several people, none of who noticed me.  I quickly controlled my emotions and reverted, limping into an elevator just as the door closed.

I was with a surprised old scientist with a menacing aura.  He acted pleased to meet me and shook my hand.  I upgraded it to a double handshake, and sure enough, he was trying to retrieve a tiny syringe from his sleeve.  We wrestled a bit and the dream ended.