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One may get the impression that the only interesting thing in my life lately is my subconscious. One would be correct.
First dream: I was a Cherub of Knowledge, guarding a vault in a walled off area of a castle. Said castle was built by GG-style Sparks, and the vault was filled with artifacts that they built but found far too dangerous to ever release. The castle was now inhabited by their descendents who were largely pretenders and mooches. Through a series of misadventures, the passage to the walled off section was found, and my rooms invaded. I actually had orders for this contingency...I could loan out artifacts as required if the circumstances warranted. However, the nobility set up a huge party in the rooms, and they were stealing all the artifacts, sneaking them out under their coats, etc. I tried to stop them without violence, but one when one came close to breaking a shelf of the room, I tossed him against a column, breaking his back, and then tied myself in to the castle's defense net, tracking down every artifact and yanking it and its thief back to the center of the room. I was in full outraged Cherub mode, and started slaughtering the thieves, making the others watch so that they would KNOW why the artifacts were not to be touched.
Eventually, this segued into another dream that was more confused, about mutants and love, and stuff.
First dream: I was a Cherub of Knowledge, guarding a vault in a walled off area of a castle. Said castle was built by GG-style Sparks, and the vault was filled with artifacts that they built but found far too dangerous to ever release. The castle was now inhabited by their descendents who were largely pretenders and mooches. Through a series of misadventures, the passage to the walled off section was found, and my rooms invaded. I actually had orders for this contingency...I could loan out artifacts as required if the circumstances warranted. However, the nobility set up a huge party in the rooms, and they were stealing all the artifacts, sneaking them out under their coats, etc. I tried to stop them without violence, but one when one came close to breaking a shelf of the room, I tossed him against a column, breaking his back, and then tied myself in to the castle's defense net, tracking down every artifact and yanking it and its thief back to the center of the room. I was in full outraged Cherub mode, and started slaughtering the thieves, making the others watch so that they would KNOW why the artifacts were not to be touched.
Eventually, this segued into another dream that was more confused, about mutants and love, and stuff.