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I only watched it for Matthew McConaughey.

And yes, the dream sequence is indeed better than the second season...

And now you have a new boss, Nebok.

The Battle of Arandoyne

Keywords: fantasy, Kosha, Ment, Arandor, fortress, magic, battle, golems.

The beginning got lost somewhere. Anyway, the gist is that we were HeroesWorld folks, existing in some fantasy world. But there we weren't HeroesWorld folks, but all sorts of cool guys. We decided to have a friendly battle (too bad it was friendly, kinda boring). Kosha, Ment, and I were the attackers. Arandor and the rest holed up in a fortress city and defended (I was a cool mage specializing in fire magic, Ment was a cool mage specializing in earth magic, magical energy conservation, and magic enhancement. And Kosha had some kind of "moon army". Like, their armor is white, hence moon. And they were like golems or something, not alive basically). Before the battle started, we were brazenly walking in front of the fortress gates, thinking about the best way to attack, and no one bothered us. Kosha was wearing a fluffy white dress. I asked how she would fight in it, and she lifted the dress and showed high plate boots up to her knees. Like, it's fine, the main thing is to protect the legs.

Then the action shifts directly to the assault. I, this really cool and bold fire mage, step out into the space in front of the fortress (it was already night by then), enemy soldiers on the walls boo, thoroughly disapproving of my appearance. Somewhere near them, Arandor shines in golden armor (I remember Arandor's army consisted of all sorts, very motley. I remember there were cyclops and stone golems). I walk back and forth in front of the fortress, walk some more, then raise my hands, sharply lower them, and everything that was burning in the whole city goes out. Pitch darkness descends, the booers fall silent. Then I turn around, start to walk away, snap my fingers, and everything catches fire again. But with such force that fires break out all over the city (all this time I was using the energy Ment had stored, and he was enhancing my magic, because, like, it's unreal to control that many points of fire over such a distance). Panic, screams, horror. With a smug smile, I return to Ment and Kosha (we had set up near some rock not far from the fortress) and tell Kosha that she can attack now. Kosha happily summons her moon army, but I didn't get to see it, because the events shifted underground.

Me and Ment left Kosha to storm the city, and we ourselves set off to break in through the underground passages. Ment was making steps for us (even though I could fly, I think) and clearing the way. We reached some large gates, where a bunch of warriors and big stone golems were already waiting for us. Ment says, like, wait, I'll destroy them now or win them over to our side. I don't listen to him, wave him off, and engage in battle. I dodge one golem, destroy the leg of a second, it falls, and I leave a dozen others to Ment. I run to the gates, dodging attacks from warriors along the way, occasionally knocking some off their feet (I didn't kill anyone, probably because it was a friendly battle, sadly, can't even kill in a dream). I reach the gates, break them down, burst inside, again a bunch of warriors, the same thing all over again, and then I wake up((

A great dream, too bad it was so short, not enough action and Arandor. But of course better than all that mundane crap that I dream about quite often.
P.S. Kosha, Ment, I think we took the fortress.

lunar army

white dress

Moon Prism Power, make up!

I was probably even better than you, so you wouldn't have won.

Didn't kill anything, probably because it was a friendly battle, that's a shame, can't even kill in my dreams.

Cop

A questionable statement.

Good night, Haven, now let's start preparing our castle.

and she lifted her dress

:o

I'm really envious. I don't dream of anything but everyday life.

I dream of incredibly awesome action and adventures, but I forget them two seconds after I open my eyes.

As for me, it's a mixed bag. Sometimes it's something meaningful, sometimes it's horror, and sometimes it's just plain weird. Usually, I can figure out where the inspiration came from, but not always.

I dreamt of Finland today. I was walking with my father through a northern forest, and there was this beautiful, sunny path covered with thick green moss, very bright and beautiful. The path sometimes went between hills, and sometimes climbed up a steep hill (I climbed on all fours, but it wasn't difficult).
We came to some place, there was a building. I don't remember anything about the outside, but inside there were blue plastic walls, and it turned out to be some kind of cool aquarium.
Well, telling such a story isn't too interesting, there's not much action, but it was interesting to watch, it was beautiful, that's the main thing.

One cloudy morning, a girl named Trutti-Basket-with-Sweets approached the foot of a gentle hill near the town of Jyväskylä and saw a large, red-nosed troll digging in his teeth with a poker.
Trutti-Basket-with-Sweets stopped in confusion.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled. “Aren’t elves supposed to live here?”
“They used to,” the troll creaked and spat iron filings at his feet. “Now it’s an office.”

Death Knight's office.

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Dag, what's it like to be thirty?

It’s playable.

Please give me back my seven years.