Apparently everybody has a KR dream.

So on the car ride to the February Event, I was told by Nadi that everyone who comes to KR has a dream, not about being in Travance as their actual character, but as themselves roleplaying or just being at camp sac. I've had a few of those and thought it was lame that I wasn't dreaming of actually being Owen, but apparently everyone does it. I had one last night that was perhaps my dumbest.

I'm sorry, Steve Oros, but apparently I dream about you.

So I woke up on a couch at Camp Sac, in some new lodge that James had decided to build, and it was f'in huge. Anyways, there was Steve and James, and some other peeps that I don't recall, and they told me to come to the big ceremony later on. I did some dawdling, just walking around the new lodge 'cause why not, and then I went to the auditorium which was seating thousands of people. So some woman was giving a speech on Necromancy, and how to make new life from it, and off near the entrance was Steve, muttering to himself about how dumb it was. He told me that making life was really easy, muttered something else, left for a moment, and then came back with three bottles kinda shaped like crayons. One was red, one was blue, one was yellow. He mixed the solutions together in a jar and the last mixture left this crystalline column in the center that he shook to break up. Then he handed it to me so he could go take the microphone. I looked at the jar and it was just this gray/brownish mess and wondered how that proved anything. Then, over the mic, Steve was like, " Guys, creating life is really frickin' easy. Look over there, and you'll see I did it in like five minutes." And like magic, the mixture in the jar coalesced into this weird glowing cloud that was moving and maybe talking. I dunno. Then the dream shifted to me having to take a ghetto dance class in gym.

What does it all mean?

But no, seriously. Has anyone else had some silly KR dreams to share?

I do, friend. And they're gory as shit!

To whom it may concern, I have messed up dreams. You see...My initial idea of Sébastien was to be...Uhh..."Run for your lives" creepy. Like..."Lift the mask and see the face of satan" scary. But I decided to be "social". Yuck. However, that doesn't stop my conscious from seeing to that idea in my sleep. So to keep the long story short, RED EVERYWHERE.

Bloody and burning corpses hanging from trees and shit, guts everywhere. and then sitting somewhere minding his own business is Sébastien, who's kinda chuckling like a cheeky little asshole. Those dreams last maybe ten seconds each, but they are pretty easy to remember. And all I can say is that I hope to uhh...Glomm or whoever that they are not visions of the future or something. Because that'd suck...For you guys.

So what's the moral? Try to convince me to stop listening to/reading creepypastas. Them things give you the scurry dreemz.

Sorry for the morbids, friends. Hopes you don't sees me any different.

Yours truly,

I've had Brunner and Jonas Kane back to back fighting against the darkness (a wave of darkness that issued forth skeletons and zombies). I woke up without pants and fought some elementals. Others are just screaming and gore and blood, with shadows coming from the darkness to pull the heros from their chosen path. One bars my way, and I shout "This is my way, of flesh and blood" and the dream stops, and I move forward into the light.

The last one I had was the most interesting. Geoff S had bought a modern caravan down to the circle of gypsy caravans, and I went down there, and rped discovering all this modern stuff. Like fridges and stoves and stuff. Then it turned night and we got attacked by a night gaunt, Geoff died and I only just got away.

I keep on having a dream in which Ben Herman, David Reyes and Greg Henschel play a creepy posse of demonic singing lawyers who wear bowler hats and swap faces a bit like the Weasels in The Wind In The Willows.

Freaks me out every time.

I've had a few dreams pertaining to KR.

Gist of two of them:
- One dream had me fighting alongside several IC friends and running to bail out someone on the road near the Armory. Getting there through the fighting only to see a PC mine cares about (Lorelai) drop. More intense fighting and the horrid realization when the enemy was pushed back that we were not in time to heal her. No not a happy camper....

-one small one had Duncan being told by the Count and the Baroness that he was now a titled person of importance/lord of one of the lands within Travance now. And no, I don't remember which one. >.< Scary thought for that PC for sure. As a leader of men, he's just fine with. Leader of a Land and the politics that go with? Oh jeez... scary as hell.

That dream came about after something very cryptic Geoff said in game to me... damn him.

I just had one last night...
The setting, people and even atmosphere had absolutely nothing to do with KR. But for some reason, I just KNEW I was at KR. And I remember panicking because I brought NONE of my equipment (which would suck when you live in Rochester, NY).
I borrowed a sword from someone and went into a fight only for it to be an actual sword.
so when I say I killed the NPC...I freakin' butchered them. And everyone was cool with it.
THE END!