Mariel on 23/5/2004 at 18:52

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Oh yeah, desperately wicked.:cheeky:

silaron on 25/5/2004 at 02:22

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I've had similar experiences "reloading" in my dreams. After a session of save, try something, reload, try something else, save, try, reload, etc, my dreams started getting a little odd, in that I would back things up to a point, and then do something different instead. The new prince of persia game's time rewind thing hit home while I was watching a friend play, and reminded me of where I picked up the habit.

neecap on 25/5/2004 at 06:34

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i have had only one thief dream. It was several years ago, but remember it pretty clear. The prelude to my dream was a late evening playing baffords mansion at the expert difficulty, while eating sweets. Before this i had seen the braveheart movie. (sweets give me bad dreams somehow) Well, the setting of my dream was something similar to the baffords cellar. And i was jogging down a corridor with a golden vase under my right arm and the sword in my left arm. suddenly a door opened in front of me and two guards stepped out. I turned 180 degrees around to flee, but that plan was cut short as there was five or more guards standing there like you see gang members stand in action movies, with cocky attitude and petting their baseball bats. Only that this time it was swords instead of bats, and armour and helmets instead of fubu and wutangclan clothes. Seeing that no shadow in the world could save either me nor my precious wase, i raised my sword and charged screaming against the guards like the clansmen in braveheart. i managed to kill one or two, but was overwhelmed and woke up.
Note to self: Medival movies, thief and sweets= nighmares.

weapon62 on 26/5/2004 at 02:49

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I, like many, have suffered a Thiefmare...

I was walking through my parents house (which was surprisingly large in my dream) picking up whatever salable items I saw and having a grand old time pilfering and blackjacking when I heard that metallic voice we all know so well. "Praise the builder, for he hath..." *clank* *clank* *clank*
'Damn, just used my last water arrow on that torch down the hall.' *clank* 'Damn that fence for not giving me enough money to afford a gas arrow either.' *Clank* 'This hallway is way too narrow!' *CLANK* 'SHIT!'
The large metallic monstrosity rounded the corner. Luckily, I noticed a shadowy closet right next to me just in the nick of time. The metal monster was walking past.
*CLANK* *Clank* *clank*
'Good, it's gone for now'
I walk slowly out of the closet. I take a step... *CLOP*
'What's this!?!'
What once was carpet had suddenly turned into marble.
"WARNING! I have heard... Intruder, you will not escape"
I dove back into the closet, hoping the iron beast would pass me by. It gets to the door and turns.
"You will not escape"
Instead of firing a bomb at me though, it reached out a metal claw and grabbed me. I threw my arms out, trying to deflect its grasp...
The dream ends, much to my relief, though I was still asleep.
I wake up the next morning and walk into my living room.
"Why did you hit me last night?" my wife asks.
I notice she has a nice little shiner. Apparently, when the iron beast reached out to grab me, so did my wife. I elbowed her in the eye. I never told her the specifics of the dream, just that I had had a bad one. To this day I wonder why an Iron Beast. They never frightened me. I always thought they were more annoying than anything. So, not only have I suffered from a thiefmare... so has my wife...

sNeaksieGarrett on 26/5/2004 at 22:18

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--Nice story weapon62 :laff: :thumb: I hope your wife wasn't too mad. :rolleyes: It's kinda funny to think that a grown man had a "thief" nightmare. (I'm not hatin', don't get me wrong, thief is awesome! :angel:)

~SG