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Fermius Firefly

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

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Location: San Marcos, United States

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.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Live WoW, Small Home Missing Sean

        I dreamed I was running around in a live version of WoW. I was trying to cast spells like a mage, but found that I just couldnt get to where I needed fast enough (Dream Lag?) and then when I did get to a darkened room with a shadowy presence, I couldnt actually get the spells to work. There was a ring of orange but no fire. The thing in the shadows, it didnt have any problem casting its frost nova and locking me in place while it blasted me to bits. This was all rather reminiscent of the game last night, where I kept getting one and two shotted by the 70s attacking Tarren Mills. I figured if they were blowing a couple of Global Cool Downs on me, that gave our level 70s three more seconds. (And acted like 1200 to 1700 points of damage absorbed.) Cant figure why they would focus on me, I was so much lower level I couldnt have been worth any HK to them. They resisted nearly everything I cast at them (thus the dream, I think.) Youd think theyd let me be an afterthought to the AOE. (Judged and Sealed by the paladin for 1780 who was dead on top of me 5 seconds later.)

        In the next dream N and I were sitting in our crowded little kitchenette, N was rummaging through the grey and bronze colored tea cart (like the one my sister had when she was a kid) with increasing frustration.

N pulled out a couple of small stuffed toys and wailed, Sean is gone! Her voice was not that of someone whos car broke down or who lost a toy, but of someone who has had a loved one die. It was like Domino or Chloe all over again. Only thing was, I couldnt figure out who Sean was. I also knew that I didnt dare ask. All I knew is that I wished I could find her Sean for her because it was painful to see her in such anguish.

Ad astra per technica,



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