Advancing the Art of Oneiromancy

My friend got to the end of level three but didn't want to face the boss. So I step into the room grab my sword, and get ready to work my way past him. The boss looks at me, sort of sighs, and gets ready to do his routine. He doesn't seem to have anything against me. He just seems to know what this is about, what he has to do, and wants to just get to it. I dodge in, take a swipe, dodge out, and repeat this pattern, knowing it'll eventually get me past him. But I get bored with the battle and walk out of the room outside. I see my cat sitting outside the gate, right where he's not supposed to be. This always happens; let the cat out onto the deck, and he squeezes out the gate. So I yell at him to get his ass back on the deck, but he just sits there relaxing in the sun. Before I can go out and pick him up, a huge cougar wanders up. I start to worry, but my cat just lays there, relaxed, not worried about the big cat that could tear him to pieces without breaking a sw...

I'm running. A giant is storming through our peaceful valley, and if he finds me, I'm dead meat. I duck behind something, whatever's closest, and wait, in a panic, hoping he passes by without looking behind it. The giant passes. I stand up, the panic gone. All that's left is urgency. I have to get the village ready to deal with the giant and fast. So I'm back in the village, making plans with Dave, figuring out what to do if the giant comes back. I suggest that we take out boats and get all the villagers to the middle of the lake. But he doesn't understand. Why should we go into the middle of the lake? He's thinking of the wrong lake. Or rather, the bay near our little village. What we need to do is get everybody to the middle of the large, farther lake with as much supplies as we can. The giant probably can't swim, and the lake should be deep enough that if he tries to wade out to us he'll probably drown before he can do any real damage. Meanwhile, ...

Don't steal charms from the dead. This can bring retribution from swamp things, which, for a far-too-honest necrothief, can make these charms very difficult to give away.

I had a dream the other night, where Lauren told me very emphatically that it was crucial that a take this phone call. She kept saying that I needed to take the call because it was very important, without telling me why it was so important. So I woke up to my phone ringing convinced that I have to answer it, not knowing really what's going on, but sure that I have to answer it because it's really important.

This afternoon, I had two dreams where I figured out I was dreaming. In the first one I was hanging out with this internet stranger named Lauren I've been chatting with. We were out on the porch with someone else, but I don't remember who. In my mind I was marvelling at how different Lauren looked in person from the pictures I've seen of her. Then I move to the rail on the porch and lean over holding my hands out. That's when I noticed my nails were painted. I told Lauren that I was dreaming. She either asked how I knew or what I was going to do about it, and as I jumped off the porch and into the front yard, I told her. I knew I was dreaming because my nails were painted, but I was sure I hadn't painted them in a week or more. I hadn't painted them the color they were in my dream in months. And I was planning on poking around and taking control, which is what I did. First I kneeled down and started poking the concrete. It was soft and bent in, like it was made ...

I was cooking dinner. I was with someone who resembled no one I knew but who I understood to be my girlfriend. We were cooking in this marvelous fridge/oven/grill contraption. We would throw something we'd want to cook on the top, it would cook, and after a little while we'd collect it from the bottom. It'd come out cooked as if it'd been fried on a skillet. We started with sausages. After I put some sausages in and took them out of the bottom a few minutes later, I worried that it wouldn't cook what we wanted to cook or that it wouldn't keep the other food cold. But it did work just fine, so we kept on cooking. My brother walked in and dropped a bunch of vegetables in the top, then wandered off. Which reminded me that I wanted something other than sausage, and fried vegetables seemed good. So I went off and got some more vegetables from the basement and laid them out at the top. I wanted eggs too, so I took some out of the fridge, cracked them open, and poured ...

I'm beside the road in what seems like a garden, or what will be a garden or a large field. Nothing is planted in it, but there are giant rows of dirt mounds, which I assume are there because the field has been made ready for planting. I'm with two other people, one of whom is very angry and the other is just as scared as I am. See, we need to find his diamonds or, well he hasn't said what, but I'm sure he's going to kill us if we don't. We've been doing this for a while. We've found little clues at other places, but we never found the diamonds. I don't remember taking his diamonds, or burying them, but I'm sure that's what's happened. Once again, we see a clue. The same sort of clue we've seen the other times, which led nowhere: a small piece of clear plastic. I squat and look at the area more closely. At the top of the mound I'm on, I see something. Now I'm a little bit excited. It's a small clear half buried piece of pl...

You're in a small grocery store, looking around for the same forgettable items you buy every week. Only everyone is looking at you, angrily. And it's not too hard to figure out why. You're naked. Well, not completely naked. You have a condom on your dick. It's not entirely obvious why. You haven't spent a load in it. It's just there, and since it's the only thing you have on right now, you decide you don't really want to take it off. You continue to grab your groceries as people complain and look at you angrily. Let them look. Let them complain. You know nudity is legal here. You're well within your rights to go grocery shopping naked if you want to. You step out of the store into the parking lot and head over to your car. Actually your parents' minivan, a dark green Dodge Caravan. Fuck! It's not there. You're looking around, wondering if someone stole it or how it could just disappear. Where the fuck did it go? Who the fuck would steal a...