I had a dream that I was in Montreal. No, I've never actually been there. But I was there in the dream, and I was playing a video game. Or shall I say, living a video game. Luckily I was playing a level that I had already beaten once a long time ago.

It consisted of a room much like a messy basement or attic, with many random items strewn about. I recalled from when I'd last beaten this dungeon that the first trial was a terrible high pitched screeching whistle, which laid most people flat on the ground. I was immune to it of course, for reasons I could not fathom. However, I knew that once I made it through the other dangers awaiting me in the room, I would encounter The Shroud. The Shroud was not a particularly difficult monster, just a ghostly apparition that erupted out of the floor in a manner reminiscent one of the booby-traps that the children encounter in Number 12, Grimmauld Place... if you know what I mean. Anyway, I knew that my own inherent weakness was this monster and that alone I could not hope to defeat the dungeon.
I knew I needed the help of ranor, who, while greatly affected by the high whistle, was immune to The Shroud. I sent for him and he came forthwith. We entered the room, I first, to dispatch the source of the monstrous noise. We fought forward into the room. Random junk went skittering across the floor as we whirled on, back to back, slashing at the monsters who attacked us. One victorious kill followed upon another. Dusty boxes, parasols, piles of books, old board games, nothing in this attic/basement was innocuous; each pile hid another vile attack. But none was a match for our deadly skill.
At last we reached the back of the room, and The Shroud. I was instantly rendered powerless as it erupted from the floor, but ranor turned upon it and ran it through, punctuating the kill with two slashes to its blackened hide.

We had won. We stumbled back into the busy streets of Montreal, with its merry people completely unaware of the battle we'd just fought. I knew that I should suggest that we visit our beloved friend J, since she lived in Montreal. (Montreal also happened to look a lot like Boston, where she actually lives.) I think both of us knew that I should suggest we visit her. But for some reason I suggested that we find a pair of good warm soft pretzels to eat instead. So off we went, arm and arm, eating pretzels and exploring Montreal.

I mean, after all that, was I wrong to want ranor all to myself, just for a little while?

Is there any reason ranor has been singled out as such?
» ikimashokie on 2007-07-29 09:57:20

That would explain ranor-laden dreams.

The both of you should go do something to relax and not spaz over schooling and such.
» ikimashokie on 2007-07-29 10:28:20

Montreal? Of all places..
» Dilated on 2007-07-29 10:52:50

I have no qualms about spending some quality alone time with you, but remember: once there are British boys in the vicinity, all bets are off.
» ranor on 2007-07-30 12:33:48

Video game dreams are the shiot!
» alexsedotcx on 2007-07-30 01:46:15

Weeee! Montreal! They have French Canadians there! I'm jealous you got to go there... if only in Dreamland.
» Someones_Muse on 2007-07-30 10:45:51

I've been to Montreal!
of course....it was only for a day and it wasn't much of a 'grand tour' of the city. I'd love to go back to Cananda and this time really be able to enjoy it.

Also, WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE MUCH COOLER DREAMS THAN ME?!?!!! lol....the last dream I had involved me and my best friend running away from our parents and into some tornadoes. It was weird. and...windy.
» Helena on 2007-07-30 04:37:51

No, she made out with Rick.

I wanted to make out with Luke. Too bad he was just British.
» ranor on 2007-07-31 02:21:47

No, no one made out with him.

He makes me want to pursue a really odd dream I have, though.
» ranor on 2007-07-31 10:21:37

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