As usual, any dream taking place in semi-realistic locales are always at my old house. This is a psychology kind of thing I think. Rather... long-winded. Anyways, it involved two of the main characters from my campaign, oddly enough, coming in a disagreement with some other non-descript characters. Very strange. Also very small scale. The people, that is. So our dudes retreated somewhere and began building shit RTS-style. Sending probes and "nuke" corvettes, aka SR-71's armed with nukes, to see what was going on. Then it started raining. Inside a house. At massive scale. What. Anticipating hostilities, our dudes began amassing battleships, command ships, and corvettes.
It was actually kind of neat, because out of that dream I got two potential designs for modeling ships if I can remember them whenever I am good enough to model them (aka never). Very gundam-styled things. Bulky, bristling with guns, very high detail. I remember them well now, but I suspect in a few months I'll forget. The dream ended when I discovered their landing base was a decoy, but it was insinuated they had moved to "another house" to begin building their own shit. By then I had a subspace gate up to summon in moar battleships and all kinds of crazy things were going to go down.
The third dream is harder to remember and has to do with more fighting on the personnel level. I think it was greatly influenced by my recent dedication to playing and editing my LP's of God of War and Conan, as well as Tera. Lots of greek architecture and flailing around of that degree, but can't remember details.
I always have multiple dreams every night. Most of them are very vivid, but since I stopped writing I stopped making an effort to remember any inspiration material from them. Almost all of them involve fighting for survival in some manner. The rarest involve my work with any given game, and rarer still are the ones involving TOA, which are the most cherished of all my memories.
Show them your butt, and when you do, slap it so it creates a sound akin to a chorus of screaming spider monkeys flogging a chime with cacti. Only then can you find your destiny at the tip of the shaft.
