I do suppose that this would be the place to discuss a most curious dream that i had last night.
The beginnings of the dream were nebulous and uncertain, but it eventually settled into a date with one of the Masters of the Bazaar.
No, I do not know which one. Yes, the robe stayed on the whole time. The night may have ended in snuggles, but that is not the important bit.
The next morning I awoke to do my things for the day only to find my journal in which I had recorded the last nights events to be missing. Searching outside the house revealed that it had been thrown into the stolen river to be devoured by crocodiles. No, I dont know how they got there either.
Still remembering the events well enough, I set to quickly write it down in my spare notebook, only to have the letters quite litteraly float off the page and waste away. Undettered, I tried again, only to have my pen shot out of my hand by some distant sniper. I took cover, and tried once more. As I started to write I heard a great rumbling. Rather than an earthquake (neathquake?) it appeared to be that EVERY SINGLE CONSTABLE IN THE ENTIRE CITY came to my location for some kind of Constables Cookout or somesuch.
I finally took the hint and stopped trying to recount the nights events on paper. I also remembered that I was somewhat wanted by the constables at the time, and so hightailed it out of there.
And then I woke up.
edited by Necarch on 1/22/2018