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Hard To beat Dreams.
15 years ago
Sometimes you just need a microscope
Ever gotten into a food fight with vikings?
Ever gotten into a fist fight with a man a hundred pounds Bigger then you all around?
Ever beaned anyone over the head with a rack of lamb and then a bowl of mead?
No?
Good. My dream. Get your own :P
Quite simply put, it would appear that my dreams seem to have random spurts of "Absolutely awesome" and this one was good enough to linger far, far after I woke up.
I have no idea what triggered it but here's a summary. I showed up at some kind of great feast, men and women clad in thick fur lined leather outfits ate, drank and cheered to one gigantic man at the head of the long benches. From what I can remember of it from there, someone got drunk off their rocker, flung something and that's where it got interesting.
Food started flying, fists were landing everywhere. It was complete and utter chaos. The massive horned helmet of their leader still towered above everyone else as he held two others in a head lock, pinning them against his frame before I was either thrown at him or decided to drop kick myself into his chest. The result was amazing.
Every one went quiet for a second before breaking into whispers, the murmur growing until the mountain of a man got up. He was laughing at me and the audacity I had to knock him down. He plopped his horned helmet on my head and the celebration went back to eating, drinking and still occasionally throwing food at one another.
Then I woke up.
Some days I love my subconscious.
Ever gotten into a fist fight with a man a hundred pounds Bigger then you all around?
Ever beaned anyone over the head with a rack of lamb and then a bowl of mead?
No?
Good. My dream. Get your own :P
Quite simply put, it would appear that my dreams seem to have random spurts of "Absolutely awesome" and this one was good enough to linger far, far after I woke up.
I have no idea what triggered it but here's a summary. I showed up at some kind of great feast, men and women clad in thick fur lined leather outfits ate, drank and cheered to one gigantic man at the head of the long benches. From what I can remember of it from there, someone got drunk off their rocker, flung something and that's where it got interesting.
Food started flying, fists were landing everywhere. It was complete and utter chaos. The massive horned helmet of their leader still towered above everyone else as he held two others in a head lock, pinning them against his frame before I was either thrown at him or decided to drop kick myself into his chest. The result was amazing.
Every one went quiet for a second before breaking into whispers, the murmur growing until the mountain of a man got up. He was laughing at me and the audacity I had to knock him down. He plopped his horned helmet on my head and the celebration went back to eating, drinking and still occasionally throwing food at one another.
Then I woke up.
Some days I love my subconscious.
