Monday, August 4
Odd dreams.
Printy was a large grey dove shot by an arrow, not fatally. An unidentified Asian man kept pressing his face too close to mine and smiling so much he couldn’t speak. Everybody (well, an enormous number of people) was playing basketball wearing baggy silk red, white and blue uniforms in a stadium with arc lamps. An unidentified lady caught her summery floral dress in the shredder she was leaning on while she was trying to think of a nasty nickname for a harpy who chose to drop poison bombs even though they did less damage than regular explosive ones.
Printy was a large grey dove shot by an arrow, not fatally. An unidentified Asian man kept pressing his face too close to mine and smiling so much he couldn’t speak. Everybody (well, an enormous number of people) was playing basketball wearing baggy silk red, white and blue uniforms in a stadium with arc lamps. An unidentified lady caught her summery floral dress in the shredder she was leaning on while she was trying to think of a nasty nickname for a harpy who chose to drop poison bombs even though they did less damage than regular explosive ones.
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This is what not enough or too much D&D does to your subconscious mind.
Being that we can't undo the amount of D&D you've already done, I propose we play more and see how your dreams fare.
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Being that we can't undo the amount of D&D you've already done, I propose we play more and see how your dreams fare.
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