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Last night I dreamed about visiting the house of someone I haven’t seen or spoken to since I left school, having a lovely sit-down dinner with her…
… and then murdering her father (who I spoke to maybe twice in the ten years I knew her.)
My dreams haven’t been this messed up since I was on antidepressants. I still vividly remember the one I had last week, where I was standing in front of a mirror and discovered that my ears were so stretchy I could pull them over my head like a flesh hat.
Not to mention the one where I was being chased through my old school by an ostrich/emu cross (the fact that it was a cross between those specific birds was emphasised repeatedly throughout the dream, and seemed to be very important.)
I have no idea what caused this, and I think I’m going to start keeping a dream journal. I don’t put much stock in dream interpretation, but at least I’ll have a record of the weirder ones.
Followed a microwave cake recipe.
Ended up with burned crispy cakebread abomination that even the dogs won’t touch.
Why do the Companions turn the Dragonborn into a werewolf in the middle of Whiterun?
I mean, it’s not like they’re always in the city. You can find them hunting things out in the wilderness. Surely that would have been a more sensible place to do the ritual, instead of having a new werewolf rampaging around Whiterun?
'Guard might get nervous, a woman approaches with her weapon drawn.'
Your city is under siege. Might want to rethink your priorities there, Random Whiterun Guard #17.
I would have thought ‘don’t get between an archer and their target’ would be basic Imperial training. Apparently not. I’m pretty sure I killed more Imperial soldiers than the Stormcloaks did in Korvanjund.
Without any major spoilers, this is basically my response to every human character in the book:
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