I can't remember how it started but I was in a cave, a brightly lit sandstone one at that, and I remember that I was a double agent. I acted like I was betraying my comrades to release [false] information to the opposing side, I have no idea why a bunch of people who worked/lived in elaborate caves with a Viking leader was our enemy but it didn't matter. My people left me, I promised to exchange what I knew about them for their freedom, and they fell for the faux acts.
I was wandering around their caves for quite a bit, I was rather comfortable, for it reminded me of the desert lands I envisioned myself travelling alone in the desert one day [funny how my real life desires can be remembered in a dream when I don't want them to], the well lit portions of the labyrinth of tunnels were warm and dry. The not-so well lit areas were cool and damp.
I wandered around for who knows how long, thinking who knows what and not saying much. It continued that way until one of my DC comrades found me [who IRL is nothing more than an acquaintance aka the Persian Teddy Bear]. He stuck out so much with his warm and bright red shirt and cortoroy pants [sorry, I can't spell it for my life].
We talked a bit, ran up an escalator [still in the caves], through a path that I must have memorized while wandering, found the Viking leader and attempted to fight him while reinforcements came along. The Persian Teddy Bear was super strong [IRL I've never seen him be rough but since he lifts weights and is in good shape, I guess it's true] and I had some sort of freaky ability, my reflexes and evasion was better than it had ever been, I was able to dodge hand shaped rocks that randomly shot through the cave with ease and little effort [Alchemy maybe?].
Well, the Teddy Bear and I fought the Viking leader for a while, wearing me down more than anything else- Before I forget entirely, I must add that I do remember the Viking King/Leader's features, red grisly hair, beard, and mustache, brass crown with the typical white oxen horns and ovals of polished brass bordered his 'helmet.' He was a meaty man, bulky too, the kind of hairy man that had all of the major muscles worked to the point of looking, well, bulky. He looked kinda Norwegian now that I think about it, but the most commonly heard of Vikings were in Norway so it's all good.
Back to the story line, I was wearing down and miraculously enough tripped our enemy. DC/The Persian Teddy Bear [TPTB] gave the Viking a heavy blow to the face. No blood was drawn of the server or receiver. I expected for the Viking's skull to have been bashed, TPTB was, in the dream, just that strong. Instead I saw a sandstone face [without features] that was indented in the center, which soon went back to it's normal shape. I offered up the option of running and TPTB was with me all the way.
As we ran, I more of leapt like an antelope [since TPTB is slower than I], TPTB was consoling me, I did feel a bit down for the failed attack, and I felt like a debacle. He said somethings in the context of, "it doesn't matter, you can't always get it right," and I was instantly cheerful. By that point we had reached the escalator's and ran like there was no tomorrow since our indestructible Viking was at our heels. Then, rather reluctantly, I woke up.
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