blog by donnie

the devil dream

CW: violence, blood, boobs

I was in Tokyo at one point, and there were a ton of white people running around flashing and streaking. I was looking for a train and stopped by a toy/figurine store for a second.

There was a moment where one streaker took off her shirt and had three boobs coming out of her armpit. She threw up some water to escape, but it cut to Estinien from Final Fantasy 14 with a crazy smile on his face as he prepared to chase her.

I train hopped with some insane person on the roof of a train that had a bunch of hazards.

I later found myself in an alley next to a train yard preparing to do the same thing with that guy. I had called 911 to get an ambulance, I think for the crazy guy.

A tough guy approached and asked if 911 could hear us. I said yeah, and he jumped me and beat my ass. Three other guys approached to do the same thing to the crazy guy.

Crazy guy pulled a knife and instantly slit the throat of all four assailants before saying, "Get all three," to me. I called for police and fire as well. He gets on the train roof, and I realise he's completely naked now, covered in blood and sporting giant horns. I've been train hopping with the devil!

We are back on the train and, before my alarm wakes me up, the corner of some metal thing grazes me as I go on the train. We're dodging some metalworking factory with automatic hammers punching the centre of gears flat.

the group drawing dream

I went to a regular drawing event hosted at good games. on the table was a sort of holographic RTS based on Star wars, on a very long table laid end to end throughout the store. players could move the models as they wished, dragging and selecting models with their hand. with enough models selected the user could perform group spells that increased the potency of the team selected or did direct damage to enemies. I bounced around different parts of the table moving models around. Many of the models were heavily armoured similar to 40k.

Midway through I was told that some artists had drawn over my drawings. These arts were pasted to the wall. In particular, someone had drawn over my old drawing of Heimlich (a BBEG necromancer from an old DND game I played in uni) and turned it into a sort of rogue attacking the viewer. The drawing group had left for the day save one girl. As we were packing up the event, the girl apologised for messing up my work and I said it wasn't an issue. I said I'd like to be part of the drawing group next time and she agreed. Then she said bye, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek.