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witchscauldronW - as in WEEEEIRD. And Werewolf. And Wedding. And Water.
Last night's dream had us in a large house - apparently my grandmother's, but nothing like it. In the great hall(!), people I knew (apparently) were getting dressed for a wedding. Jason and I were supposed to be packing our luggage - I was carrying around bright red glass orbs. So Jason socialized, and I had to pack. :\ I was completely packed, but Jason's shit was everywhere. I was getting frustrated, but found all the Hallowe'en candy hidden in the closet, and ate some Aero bars and felt better. There was also a box of pictures in frames that was mine, apparently.
When Jason and I left the house, we were on a vast plain, outside this very small house made completely of wood. As we're trying to decide where exactly it is we're going, RedPaw pulls up in a red car and starts talking about how she's sorry she's late, and doesn't want us to get lost or something. I have NO idea what that's about - I was quite angry with her in the dream, and we had an argument - or rather I argued, and she simply treated it like a conversation, totally ignoring my frustration and rage. We left.
Next we're on a beach. I mean we've driven somewhere, and are walking on a beach at night. It's windy, very cold and eerie feeling - deserted, except for a few other people. It's got a glossy, toned feel - everything there was in tones of black or white with blue tinges - except for me and another man. I'm like a glowing red-haired thing. There's this white white rack set up on the boardwalk - and it's a all-night bondage equipment stand, with books, videos and no attendant. O_o Someone comes up behind me, all dark and stuff. Jason's vanished at this point. I know (apparently) that this is a Vampire player - but they also appear to threaten me with being able to actually be a vampire. I didn't understand that much. He takes me to Eddy (a local player) who has a bunch of other people with him, all "players", and he insists I "make a character". I tell him I'm a werewolf, as I'm picking up a quarter out of the sand. He takes the change and says he needs to make a phone call. I wander off, to where Jason is helping someone make a Gangrel called The Green Man. When the character is done, he suddenly grows a wild mass of tangled hair and horns, all a rich brown-amber-green. Jason is apparently a Lasombra at this point, but won't come anywhere near me.
Later we are taken to Steve (our local LARP ST). We are in my grandmother's actual living room, except the north wall is gone and is open to the beach and the night-dark ocean. The guy playing the Green Man adjusts his character according to Steve's critique (no magick allowed), and then they all look at me. Steve asks to see my character sheet, and when I tell him I'm a werewolf, he says he'd never allow me to play one in his game, so he doesn't see how I could be. He starts to write me up a character sheet, but I get absolutely pissed and rip his head off. When I hurl it at the other "vampires", it bursts into blue flame and they scatter. I am hackled, wolfy, and fully pissed at this point. When I start tearing through them, using tooth, claw, and unnatural speed (spending Rage, apparently), they complain that homids don't Rage, and I shouldn't have any magick at all. I concede the point to them, but say "Yeah, but I ain't out of a White Wolf book." as I rip them apart without really killing anyone.
Then I woke up. O_o
See? I don't need tektite. Tektite just makes things scary. I'm plenty scary enough.
Last night's dream had us in a large house - apparently my grandmother's, but nothing like it. In the great hall(!), people I knew (apparently) were getting dressed for a wedding. Jason and I were supposed to be packing our luggage - I was carrying around bright red glass orbs. So Jason socialized, and I had to pack. :\ I was completely packed, but Jason's shit was everywhere. I was getting frustrated, but found all the Hallowe'en candy hidden in the closet, and ate some Aero bars and felt better. There was also a box of pictures in frames that was mine, apparently.
When Jason and I left the house, we were on a vast plain, outside this very small house made completely of wood. As we're trying to decide where exactly it is we're going, RedPaw pulls up in a red car and starts talking about how she's sorry she's late, and doesn't want us to get lost or something. I have NO idea what that's about - I was quite angry with her in the dream, and we had an argument - or rather I argued, and she simply treated it like a conversation, totally ignoring my frustration and rage. We left.
Next we're on a beach. I mean we've driven somewhere, and are walking on a beach at night. It's windy, very cold and eerie feeling - deserted, except for a few other people. It's got a glossy, toned feel - everything there was in tones of black or white with blue tinges - except for me and another man. I'm like a glowing red-haired thing. There's this white white rack set up on the boardwalk - and it's a all-night bondage equipment stand, with books, videos and no attendant. O_o Someone comes up behind me, all dark and stuff. Jason's vanished at this point. I know (apparently) that this is a Vampire player - but they also appear to threaten me with being able to actually be a vampire. I didn't understand that much. He takes me to Eddy (a local player) who has a bunch of other people with him, all "players", and he insists I "make a character". I tell him I'm a werewolf, as I'm picking up a quarter out of the sand. He takes the change and says he needs to make a phone call. I wander off, to where Jason is helping someone make a Gangrel called The Green Man. When the character is done, he suddenly grows a wild mass of tangled hair and horns, all a rich brown-amber-green. Jason is apparently a Lasombra at this point, but won't come anywhere near me.
Later we are taken to Steve (our local LARP ST). We are in my grandmother's actual living room, except the north wall is gone and is open to the beach and the night-dark ocean. The guy playing the Green Man adjusts his character according to Steve's critique (no magick allowed), and then they all look at me. Steve asks to see my character sheet, and when I tell him I'm a werewolf, he says he'd never allow me to play one in his game, so he doesn't see how I could be. He starts to write me up a character sheet, but I get absolutely pissed and rip his head off. When I hurl it at the other "vampires", it bursts into blue flame and they scatter. I am hackled, wolfy, and fully pissed at this point. When I start tearing through them, using tooth, claw, and unnatural speed (spending Rage, apparently), they complain that homids don't Rage, and I shouldn't have any magick at all. I concede the point to them, but say "Yeah, but I ain't out of a White Wolf book." as I rip them apart without really killing anyone.
Then I woke up. O_o
See? I don't need tektite. Tektite just makes things scary. I'm plenty scary enough.
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Date: 2002-08-13 07:27 am (UTC)Morg's a werewolfy!