Kologarn ain’t got nothin’ on this…
When I dream about WoW (and it happens often enough to cast some serious doubt on my mental health), I don’t dream about playing a video game. That would be far too prosaic for my overactive imagination! No, I dream that I’m actually in Azeroth, either as one of my characters or as a slightly “recustomized” version of myself.
So. The other night, I dreamt that I was a human druid (allied with the Horde, of course, because even my subconscious refuses to play Alliance). A guildmate — an Undead warrior named Bob — and I were attempting to complete our daily herbalism quest, but for some reason the flowers we needed kept despawning. We could see the sparkles that signify a bonafide Quest Item, but anytime we actually tried to pick a flower, it would dissipate between our fingertips.
It was a little frustrating.
We eventually realized (by checking our iPhone-like Quest Logs) that we had never actually accepted the quest.
Okaaaay … Slightly embarassing, but no big deal. We’d just go back to town and pick up the quest from the herbalism trainer — who, in my dream, was a neutral NPC.
In a chapel.
In a meadow.
In the heart of Stormwind.
…. Guarded by cats and dogs wearing Alliance-blue and Horde-red t-shirts.
(Don’t ask me. I was asleep.)
Fortunately, I was also a druid who could stealth through town in my unbearably cute Siamese-kittyform, and my companion was a fury warrior who could shift into dogform and do the same.
Together, we crept through Stormwind’s trade district. Well, I crept — chanting sneakykitty sneakykitty sneakykitty under my breath the entire time for improved stealth. Bob ran around like the lovable Labrador-flavored spaz he is, wagging his tail, /sniffing things and being generally dog-y.
Canine antics aside, we eventually made our way to the chapel and managed to sneak around its four-legged guards to talk to the herbalism trainer. We accepted her quest, had a quick bite to eat (there was a neutral innkeeper in the chapel, selling ham and scrambled eggs) and finally decided to hearth out of Stormwind …
… by beaming aboard our starship.
(Yes. I am completely horrified by the level of geekdom that my subconcious has attained.)
We shifted out of our animal forms and /w’d the transporter room, but the Stormwind chapel — which, unbeknownst to us, was also a starship — launched itself into outer space, thus disrupting our allies’ transporter lock and trapping us on board.
And that’s when things started to get really weird.
You see, it turned out that the entire scenario had been engineered by two villains aboard the Stormwind chapelship, who had some kind of personal vendetta (I didn’t dream up the details) against my warrior friend. They knocked him out and took him away, while I hid in my catform — unstealthed, because I couldn’t re-enter prowl in combat, but cleverly disguised by all of the other guard-cats from the Stormwind meadow.
I distinctly remember batting a rubber mouse all over the chapelship while I searched for Bob.
Unfortunately, that’s about all I remember, because the the dream started to fade at this point. Shortly after I found the warrior … I woke up.
I’ll save him another night.