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My dreams are often ever-changing collages of ideas. This is often the way I think daytime, too, albeit to a lesser degree. Take for example, what I just awoke from.
I brought my parents over to Spyro's pretty mountainous residence to show them how to build miniature flyable airplanes out of Legos. I had reassembled this one several times for the game but it seemed someone else had already gotten to it, so I got the fun (not) job of prying all the little long thin half-height pieces apart they'd been using.
They eventually grew impatient and announced their intent, which was to take a drive to the beach! Argh. I was not particularly excited, and even worse, in my haste to pack I left all the good stuff behind--decent books, sketchbook, everything but a Game Boy color with a flavor of Zelda on it. Which, grudgingly, I played on the way. [Ed: Metroid was involved here somewhere but I don't remember what sort of sense it made.]
Eventually we got there, and I found myself wandering around the caves near the beach. Ahh! A twisty maze of dungeon passages. And full of interesting stuff... that I don't remember either. Except that I got to one section and looked at... hey, where'd I get the map? No matter, its pixelly icons denoted two things: A boss cavern, and LOOT! Predictably, as I'd once done early in the Dark World with Titan's Mitt, I snuck in there and ran out with the latter.
Apparently this was a good choice because I had a weapon now, some ubernifty golden yellow sword! It even had the golden sparkly aura around it, so you know it had to be powerful, and that some wise old creature was going to accost me when I got back to the beach.
This was immediately confirmed when I, and the man, did. He told me to take him back to where I found it, a confusing endeavor (with my sense of direction, hah), but I eventually got there with (did I mention?) the help of my young chibi-Linkesque agility and stature. (Probably a first in a dream for me...)
The man led me further astray and introduced me to the alleged Dr. Who and his own (o..O) alleged son. I clambered giddily up on the hood of his banged-up car to say hello. Amidst an exchange of greetings, the plot unfolds...
Except, of course, I woke up.
I brought my parents over to Spyro's pretty mountainous residence to show them how to build miniature flyable airplanes out of Legos. I had reassembled this one several times for the game but it seemed someone else had already gotten to it, so I got the fun (not) job of prying all the little long thin half-height pieces apart they'd been using.
They eventually grew impatient and announced their intent, which was to take a drive to the beach! Argh. I was not particularly excited, and even worse, in my haste to pack I left all the good stuff behind--decent books, sketchbook, everything but a Game Boy color with a flavor of Zelda on it. Which, grudgingly, I played on the way. [Ed: Metroid was involved here somewhere but I don't remember what sort of sense it made.]
Eventually we got there, and I found myself wandering around the caves near the beach. Ahh! A twisty maze of dungeon passages. And full of interesting stuff... that I don't remember either. Except that I got to one section and looked at... hey, where'd I get the map? No matter, its pixelly icons denoted two things: A boss cavern, and LOOT! Predictably, as I'd once done early in the Dark World with Titan's Mitt, I snuck in there and ran out with the latter.
Apparently this was a good choice because I had a weapon now, some ubernifty golden yellow sword! It even had the golden sparkly aura around it, so you know it had to be powerful, and that some wise old creature was going to accost me when I got back to the beach.
This was immediately confirmed when I, and the man, did. He told me to take him back to where I found it, a confusing endeavor (with my sense of direction, hah), but I eventually got there with (did I mention?) the help of my young chibi-Linkesque agility and stature. (Probably a first in a dream for me...)
The man led me further astray and introduced me to the alleged Dr. Who and his own (o..O) alleged son. I clambered giddily up on the hood of his banged-up car to say hello. Amidst an exchange of greetings, the plot unfolds...
Except, of course, I woke up.
