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I had an amazing dream last night...
...and I woke up at about 2 AM thinking "wow, that would make an amazing story, better than anything I've ever written. I'd better write it down!"
In the process of reaching for the lamp, I managed to fall asleep again.
And now all I remember from it are insignificant details that had nothing to do with the awesome story T_T
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Give us the insignificant details. Perhaps we can reverse-engineer it?
There are books on astrology, metallurgy, folklore and mythology. Many of the books are dog-eared and tea-stained from years of contented reading in this secret place. But one book has pride of the collection, stored in an airtight case when not being read. Next to its case is a box of disposable gloves, and a book of hastily written notes in shorthand.
The book itself is Le Morte D'Arthur -- an original 1485 copy. The year in time is unknown, but everyone knows the world is ending because the dead speak and shadows flee their owners, never to be seen again except by accident.
If one were able to decipher the notebook, they would find it largely concerned with King Arthur, Excalibur, the line of succession and the prophesy, that in England's hour of need Arthur would appear again and save his people with sword in hand.
The one who lives here is on a mission -- a mission to save the world.
If you play it fantastically, Arthur indeed returns, Excalibur is recovered from the lake and he saves the UK and Ireland from nondescript wacky bullshit.
If you play it darkly, it's a story of well-meaning but pointless idealism that fails to live up to any amount of import.
And the tower was pretty fancy...hard to describe. It reminded me a bit of White Gold Tower from the TES games, only smaller, and with windows.
^^ What purpose might the tower hold, and how fantastic does it imply the setting is? Might the tower be less of a functional tower in "current" time of the dream, and more like a very tall mansion?
WMG: The tales of Arthur and Siegfried are somehow linked.
^ Okay, so there's a richly-furnished tower, a bedridden master and a minority of staff left. A crowd is gathered. My best guess is that it's an uprising against the master, who is being portrayed sympathetically via their illness and most of the staff possibly having fled.
I dont think the crowd was really doing much. They were just kinda standing on the edge of the lake, talkingabout something...
Heck, there is one awesome one I had which could use with reconstruction (although the dream is weeks old so it would likely be less effective. On the plus side I remember more of it that what INUH remembered of his initially)
I'm pretty sure the crowd outside the tower was there because the old owner had died and the new one was talking over (and/or moving in?)
A young man walking through a forest saw a light from the direction of the tower. The time being night, and the young man being lost, he instinctively felt the need to go there. It would be interesting.
He headed that way, through the night. Unaware of why he was going there. If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to say.
He would pass tree after tree, paying no mind to it at all. He was singularly focused on the light. After walking a while longer, he began to make out the shape of its container. It was a tower. This was definitely an interesting find. His enthusiasm was renewed. He began running. He felt an energy charge through him as he began to run at full sprint toward the tower.
But then as he approached the lake, he realized how foolish he had been. It was in the middle of an immense lake. Swimming to it was out of the question, even if it were broad daylight--he'd tire of it before he made a tenth of the distance. He had just run to this lake...except that that was all that was there. He'd just run himself further into the forest, instead of finding his way out.