It's kind of rare for me to remember dreams, so the details are a bit fuzzy. I try to write to down when I do, so it's getting a bit better.
The dream started off with me and Epic on the train to Groningen, just chilling out. We were going to see Rohaa and Angel.
They lived on a houseboat, looked normal on the outside, but was HUGE on the inside. TARDIS-boat. Now I know what Rohaa looks like so she was her normal self, but I don't know what Angel looks like so my mind had to fill it in. I kind of remember, so I'll try to describe. Brown hair, kind of a long face, not super tall, about late 30's to mid 40s. Now usually my waking mental picture of Angel is based loosely off the only data I have, which is his forum icon, which is completely different of course.
So we hung out for a bit, I remember being terrified out of my mind before going in there but really once it actually got started.
That's when the dream went off into a different tangent. There was something messy up on a global scale, and me and Epic had to pitch in while Rohaa and Angel fixed it. Apparently this pissed off some people because they sent minions (little things, not people, with masks and robes) to stop us. And I had to get to the other end of the city to get something or do something, by navigating the canals and scaling buildings, without attracting cultist attention, so that the whole thing could be fixed. The city wasn't Groningen, more like Venice or something medieval. Eventually I did attract attention and the little guys in the robes came after me with big stabby knives like the Nazgul in lord of the rings, except shorter.
I know I made it out alive, and did whatever I was supposed to do, and there was a whole different part to the dream where I met a whole bunch of other people, but I don't remember that.
