Sticks
2017-12-08, 06:28 AM
I am lying awake after finishing a dream that might be some kind of spiritual journey for myself. Of course, being a true GM at heart, I immediately thought ‘how can I use this in a game setting’? I intend this thread to be a place where we can post our dreams, at least the ones that might make for a good game session. Also, yes, I had a cold at the time, took Nicholas, and yes, the fever broke during the dream.
For at least a decade, I have had a reoccurring nightmare. I travel down a long corridor, an earthen passageway that has always been below somewhere important in my life. It has existed below my parent’s house, my dorm in college, my work, and the home I have with my Girlfriend today. The passage is narrow, but level. After a time, long enough that if I look back, I cannot see stairs or the last bend, just more passage going on to darkness, it turns right. I follow the turn, and about a dozen feet ahead, there is an opening on my left, and a dozen feet beyond that, another wall, and a left-turn. I feel a sense of dread about the first opening. I am terrified to approach, but I must. I reach the opening and can’t help but look in. About ten feet from me, the opening, as wide as the passage, widens further into a room. In that room is a raised mound of earth or stone, and on it is a narrow stone sarcophagus. The feeling of dread intensifies as I look at it, for there is an overwhelming sense of malice coming from that sarcophagus.
I turn and walk, if I run, I will be caught, by what I do not know, and follow the further left turn. This passage is identical to the one I followed to get here, save that on the left wall is a single window-like opening into the sarcophagus room. If I look at the sarcophagus, I will be caught, but on one occasion, I looked past it, and saw another opening, on the other side of where I knew the sarcophagus to be. I walk ahead, find a door and open it. It opens onto whatever the dream might be about, a maze-like library, a sunny day, a boring day at work, whatever it is, I had to pass through the passage to get there. I have had that nightmare almost every other night for a decade.
For at least a decade, I have had a reoccurring nightmare. I travel down a long corridor, an earthen passageway that has always been below somewhere important in my life. It has existed below my parent’s house, my dorm in college, my work, and the home I have with my Girlfriend today. The passage is narrow, but level. After a time, long enough that if I look back, I cannot see stairs or the last bend, just more passage going on to darkness, it turns right. I follow the turn, and about a dozen feet ahead, there is an opening on my left, and a dozen feet beyond that, another wall, and a left-turn. I feel a sense of dread about the first opening. I am terrified to approach, but I must. I reach the opening and can’t help but look in. About ten feet from me, the opening, as wide as the passage, widens further into a room. In that room is a raised mound of earth or stone, and on it is a narrow stone sarcophagus. The feeling of dread intensifies as I look at it, for there is an overwhelming sense of malice coming from that sarcophagus.
I turn and walk, if I run, I will be caught, by what I do not know, and follow the further left turn. This passage is identical to the one I followed to get here, save that on the left wall is a single window-like opening into the sarcophagus room. If I look at the sarcophagus, I will be caught, but on one occasion, I looked past it, and saw another opening, on the other side of where I knew the sarcophagus to be. I walk ahead, find a door and open it. It opens onto whatever the dream might be about, a maze-like library, a sunny day, a boring day at work, whatever it is, I had to pass through the passage to get there. I have had that nightmare almost every other night for a decade.