Post by Nikolai Kort Draken on Apr 2, 2014 22:25:33 GMT -5
I had this dream where I was a guy--I almost want to say I was seeing through the eyes of my character Nik...
I was invited to this dinner party--something right out of the Great Gatsby. It started where I arrived at this lavish mansion. In the foyer were five or six other people, all of us kind of looking confused about why we were there--it seemed we were all just randomly plucked off the street and granted invitations.
A butler led us down this long hallway and we entered into this labyrinth type maze. It was a grid, long straight corridors that opened into identically decorated rooms. It was dark, but we each had different colored glow-stick-like lights (mine were green) that we could use to mark our way.
As you can imagine, we all thought this was very weird; but there was this announcement over some kind of intercom that said we had 10 minutes to reach the dining room, or we could consider ourselves uninvited. Immediately we all took off in different directions. I, as Nik, didn't use my green flare things--because I could see perfectly fine in the dim light (I suppose that's because Nik's a vampire? Iono). The other guests were all shouting at each other, asking whether or not they'd found the way out but I went my own way and stayed quiet.
I ended up finding this room with a hole in the center of the floor. Thinking it looked weird (unlike all the other rooms) I dropped down to find a kind of pit/crawl space. The floor was covered in sand. Nearby, were a set of stairs and I followed them up and back out onto the main floor of the mansion.
Asking people for directions I eventually found the dining room just before the timer ran out, and the host (think Leo from the Great Gatsby) seemed really astonished and happy that somebody had finally made it through the little puzzle. His secretary/right-hand woman, however, was not at all pleased by the turn of events.
There were other guests there, extremely posh and well dressed, and they were about to sit down for dinner, The right-hand woman told the host that there wasn't enough food for me. I didn't mind, but it was obvious she was doing it out of spite, as the buffet was overflowing with uneaten food. The host, as compensation, let me sit at the head of the table.
I was given wine, and was enjoying the conversations over dinner; the host seemed really interested in me and kept asking me questions--but the woman who denied me food kept interjecting her own answers, as though the questions were directed toward her. For a while I let it continue, until finally I interrupted her with something utterly brilliant. It was something along the lines of "While I'm sure nobody but you here gives a shit about your pathetic existence, please do continue to interrupt me every time our gracious host asks me a question. I'll be very interested in learning about your latest bowel movement and the whore you took home last night."
The whole table laughed, and the host followed up with the question to me about the proverbial hooker. I gave the woman time to answer, and when she didn't I proceeded to tell the host that the whore was...essentially an angel on the streets but a freak between the sheets.
Then I woke up.
I was invited to this dinner party--something right out of the Great Gatsby. It started where I arrived at this lavish mansion. In the foyer were five or six other people, all of us kind of looking confused about why we were there--it seemed we were all just randomly plucked off the street and granted invitations.
A butler led us down this long hallway and we entered into this labyrinth type maze. It was a grid, long straight corridors that opened into identically decorated rooms. It was dark, but we each had different colored glow-stick-like lights (mine were green) that we could use to mark our way.
As you can imagine, we all thought this was very weird; but there was this announcement over some kind of intercom that said we had 10 minutes to reach the dining room, or we could consider ourselves uninvited. Immediately we all took off in different directions. I, as Nik, didn't use my green flare things--because I could see perfectly fine in the dim light (I suppose that's because Nik's a vampire? Iono). The other guests were all shouting at each other, asking whether or not they'd found the way out but I went my own way and stayed quiet.
I ended up finding this room with a hole in the center of the floor. Thinking it looked weird (unlike all the other rooms) I dropped down to find a kind of pit/crawl space. The floor was covered in sand. Nearby, were a set of stairs and I followed them up and back out onto the main floor of the mansion.
Asking people for directions I eventually found the dining room just before the timer ran out, and the host (think Leo from the Great Gatsby) seemed really astonished and happy that somebody had finally made it through the little puzzle. His secretary/right-hand woman, however, was not at all pleased by the turn of events.
There were other guests there, extremely posh and well dressed, and they were about to sit down for dinner, The right-hand woman told the host that there wasn't enough food for me. I didn't mind, but it was obvious she was doing it out of spite, as the buffet was overflowing with uneaten food. The host, as compensation, let me sit at the head of the table.
I was given wine, and was enjoying the conversations over dinner; the host seemed really interested in me and kept asking me questions--but the woman who denied me food kept interjecting her own answers, as though the questions were directed toward her. For a while I let it continue, until finally I interrupted her with something utterly brilliant. It was something along the lines of "While I'm sure nobody but you here gives a shit about your pathetic existence, please do continue to interrupt me every time our gracious host asks me a question. I'll be very interested in learning about your latest bowel movement and the whore you took home last night."
The whole table laughed, and the host followed up with the question to me about the proverbial hooker. I gave the woman time to answer, and when she didn't I proceeded to tell the host that the whore was...essentially an angel on the streets but a freak between the sheets.
Then I woke up.