Critical Hits Brand Sure-Fire Nausea Cubes
Posted by Vanir at 10:28 AM
I'm not quite sure why, but ever since I got home from Gen Con, the guys from Critical Hits and the Chinese Olympic Swimming Team have been haunting my dreams.
I wasn't feeling particularly well Tuesday morning, which usually happens when ragweed season hits and my sinuses block up. Simply put, I get vertigo when I lie down, and sometimes I get a little urpy.
Well, somehow this all crept into the dream I was having and I found myself in the Water Cube at the Olympics watching the Chinese team swim. I really don't remember much aside from that whenever I would feel sick, these 1/2" wooden cubes with a drawing of Dave the Game's face on them would fall from the sky and somehow this would make me feel better. This continued for quite awhile, and I was glad to wake up.
Then, about 3am last night, I woke up extremely thirsty but I kept falling back half-asleep thinking I couldn't get up for water because the Chinese Olympic Swimming Team had won the gold, which they had made monkey bars out of, and since Critical Hits had covered it I did not need nor was I allowed to go get a drink. Finally I snapped out of it and got up and felt much better. I suppose this is a step up from the time in college that I woke up with terrible stomach pains, obsessively repeating "American martial arts movie star Jet Li has given me diarrhea" in my head for 20 minutes.
My gut tells me Bartoneus is behind this somehow. Please aim your sanity-destroying satellite brain-lasers somewhere else!
I wasn't feeling particularly well Tuesday morning, which usually happens when ragweed season hits and my sinuses block up. Simply put, I get vertigo when I lie down, and sometimes I get a little urpy.
Well, somehow this all crept into the dream I was having and I found myself in the Water Cube at the Olympics watching the Chinese team swim. I really don't remember much aside from that whenever I would feel sick, these 1/2" wooden cubes with a drawing of Dave the Game's face on them would fall from the sky and somehow this would make me feel better. This continued for quite awhile, and I was glad to wake up.
Then, about 3am last night, I woke up extremely thirsty but I kept falling back half-asleep thinking I couldn't get up for water because the Chinese Olympic Swimming Team had won the gold, which they had made monkey bars out of, and since Critical Hits had covered it I did not need nor was I allowed to go get a drink. Finally I snapped out of it and got up and felt much better. I suppose this is a step up from the time in college that I woke up with terrible stomach pains, obsessively repeating "American martial arts movie star Jet Li has given me diarrhea" in my head for 20 minutes.
My gut tells me Bartoneus is behind this somehow. Please aim your sanity-destroying satellite brain-lasers somewhere else!
Labels: dream, rpgbloggers, Vanir
3 Comments:
It probably has something to do with the fact that the Water Cube is just a giant gelatinous cube, and we are masters of those.
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