This morning, somewhere around half past six, I had a dream that made an emotional impact on me.<\/p>\n
In my dream, I was my character from City of Heroes, the violet Color of Reverence. However, the dream took place in Daggerfall, the mythical magic-filled land of my first long-time game environment. The inhabitants of the village or small town had become outspoken in their criticism of the Establishment, and the government had sent the guards – the medieval police with extreme prejudice – to teach them a lesson. I caught a couple of them as they were about to kill a defenseless woman and two children (I am somewhat uncertain whether this was my family in the dream or a neighbor). Their activities came to a stop, let us say.<\/em><\/p>\n It really bothered me, in my dream, that the government had gone to this length to protect the economic elite of Daggerfall. I woke up with a feeling that this was somehow important, but the feeling itself is gone now. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This morning, somewhere around half past six, I had a dream that made an emotional impact on me. In my dream, I was my character from City of Heroes, the violet Color of Reverence. However, the dream took place in … Continue reading