A Dream Virtual Role-Playing Video Game?

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I had more dreams that I remembered and there was more to this dream that I remembered, but I kept going back to sleep without recording my dreams so now I can only barely remember part of this dream.

This dream possibly somehow involved dreaming and a virtual reality role-playing video game, maybe somehow you could go into the video game through a dream within a dream, but I am not sure.

I just know that me and some other people went into a virtual reality role-playing video game dream world, the graphics possibly alternated between graphics like Chrono Trigger and more modern graphics and basically looking like the real world depending on the moment or situation or part of the video game dream world.

Our video game characters had different appearances and gear and armor and clothing and skills et cetera depending on our class I assume, but I have no idea what my character looked like or what class I had.

I remember us going inside a multi-story house that was like a larger and fictional version of my former male classmate SS’s parent’s house, and I remember us going to a second floor and we probably got attacked by some higher level NPC (non-player characters) and / or other players and maybe we died.

We possibly got kicked out of the video game and then maybe went back to sleep or whatever and returned to it, and then we returned to the house.

When we were on the upper floor again in a large room with a balcony some higher level NPCs and / or other players and possibly some summons and / or creatures found us, we were outnumbered and outmatched, and so the plan was to run to the balcony and jump off but some of our team decided to stay and fight oddly so the rest of us stopped and turned to join them instead of abandoning them even though we probably would lose.

I reminded my team that we did not have much of a chance because we were noobs (beginners) and they had us outnumbered and out-leveled and out-geared, but they wanted to still stay and fight oddly and their courage and stupidity inspired me to join in the fun for a good fight that we would probably lose but at least we would go down fighting against all odds.

To make things worse more NPCs and possibly some other players and more summons / creatures arrived to join our enemies, and so now we really did not stand a chance which possibly made the situation even more fun somewhat.

I started talking to our enemies to try to work out an agreement to level the playing field a bit so that this fight would be a bit more fair, and so that if we won that we would get a larger reward than usual.

I managed to get them to agree to fight us in waves instead of all at once, and I got them to agree to give us the house and maybe their gear and some other things if we won; I wanted them to give us their summons / creatures too, but they refused probably because it was a big advantage to them to be able to summon and / or have creatures with them to greatly increase their numbers et cetera.

A female character started talking to us, I remember someone in our group mentioning that the police in this video game were doing a terrible job, and various people on my team agreed and said why they felt this way.

Eventually the female character revealed that her and her team were part of the police force in this video game and that it was true that they have been struggling, but that they actually work hard even though it does not seem like it to us and that they have a very hard job.

I apologized and I felt like maybe we should offer to join or help them, but I woke up before I could talk about this with her and before our battle started.

The end,

-John Jr


The Road Not Taken

America’s Most Widely Misread Literary Sensation

What is it?

Today’s poem is the poem The Road Not Taken by the American poet Robert Frost from the Mountain Interval collection.

The Road not Taken – Robert Frost (by Alan Bates)

Poem (Source: Wikipedia)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.[1]