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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Fantasy Army Mission, Hot Tub Music

        I dreamed that I was taking an army around a Wookie infested forest after distracting them with fire arrows launched against an abandoned barn in a nearby town. The dream kept switching views between a tabletop representation and me in the field with my troops.

        We were at war with the government of humans, but not with the humans or nearby wookies themselves. We were desperately trying to keep the casualties to a minimum, but I couldn't convince my superiors to let me in with a small unarmed party. (In a perfect campaign, there would be no casualties, not even the tyrant we were attempting to remove.) It was my plan to violate orders a little bit and send in a team of specialists to try to kidnap the tyrant, then to use the defensive - shields up - tortoise maneuver to race for the border. No muss, and as little fuss as possible.

        I fully expected that once we had the leader his supporters would not want to jeopardize his life, and his detractors would not try to stop us, so it was just getting possession of the tyrant that posed the problem.

        I liked the way the display of the miniatures captured the feeling of people and wookies rushing to put out the barn fire. I hoped the rest of the plan would go as well.

        While waking up this morning I was dreaming that I was out in the hot tub with a leggy brunette woman (who I don't recognize) there was a radio or CD playing "Video Killed the Radio Star" so loud that I could still hear it as I was waking up. (And too soon to get to the good stuff.) The song stuck in my head half way to work.

Ad astra per technica,

Douglas Nicoll

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