8 Dec 2005

[miladycarol]

This morning, I had a dream. Trisha Powell and I were dressed in Colonial American attire (long skirts, high collared blouses) on a coach journey through the old west. While in the coach, she pulled out a word board game and we began to play. At some point, our coach was attacked by cowboys on horses with rifles and pistols. I'm not sure why, but it seemed like we were specifically targeted. We both hiked up our skirtings and kicked serious butt with our laced-up granny boots. We climbed back on the coach and had to drive it ourselves, for the man had been slain. We made a run for it to a town where we looked for help and found it in the form of biomekanic. As the resident techno-wizard, he quickly brought out his secret stash of steam-punk-like weaponry and began to train us in their operation. Somewhere during his explanation of a shoulder-mounted missile launcher, I woke.

Comments

[biomekanic.livejournal.com]

Remember Miss, always keep the end that says "Deliverance Awaits" pointed at your target, and be sure and keep the Etheric Batteries charged.

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

Good advice. You were really busy showing me what all the gears and levers did in the dream. It was very involved.

[lurkitty.livejournal.com]

Somebody needs a game like nobody's business...

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

I've even experienced withdrawl shakes. *snicker*