Exile on Main Street

[Huitzil]

Paul outlines his dream to Bjorn, explaining how the situation in the game was set up and all that.

[Rezantis]

"Hm.  Uns, are you sure nothing prompted you to come this way, nobody knew you were coming, etc?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn hums thoughtfully.  "Even assuming that we're supposed to be taking the dream literally -- and let's be honest, I know a lot more people who've fucked themselves up by paying attention to their dreams than the other way -- even with that, I'd say that that means I'm just going to be the first of us in danger.  Beyond that, I don't think there's anything special about that."

He frowns.  "Though the 'Master of Shin'... I don't think I told any of you this, but I named my sword," he hefts his left hand, and its invisible contents, "Shinmyouken.  And like I said, I'm pretty damn sure I didn't bring that up.  So that isn't proof, since it's not like Paul remembers the whole name, but...."

Stopping suddenly, he looks around in embarassment.  "Uh, sorry, Rez.  Got distracted.  Didn't mean to interrupt."

[Huitzil]

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by. I just wandered here, that's all. At least, I thought I was wandering. Maybe it was some higher force. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe it was pure, blind luck. I don't know."

[Rezantis]

"I also don't think anyone told him Shade was dead."

Rez hums.

"Well, this is all way too coincidental.  Oracularity."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn grunts, and eyes Paul thoughtfully.  "Postcognition?"

[Huitzil]

"This is beyond strange. Usually, my dreams can't even keep their own internal logic for more than thirty seconds, and now they're telling me things I can't know and giving oracle-advice? If it is postcognition, it's the first time it's ever happened."

[Bjorn]

"Most of us," Bjorn says, with a hint of bitterness, as he goes to the fridge and looks for some orange juice, "have discovered previously unknown talents in the past week."

[Rezantis]

"Of course, the other possibility is that someone gave us these dreams."

[Huitzil]

He nods toward Bjorn. "True. I mean, I figured that I'd get this, this... this telekinesis thing, and that would be the one thing. But, why should it be limited to only one 'power'? This isn't the X-Men, we don't know the rules behind the shit we're dealing with. Maybe we all have it, and a hundred other things too."

He sighs. "It's just so hard to wrap your mind around when you know so little about everything! Even if the dreams were given to us -- we still don't know from who, or why, and we're right back to square 1!"

[Bjorn]

"If someone did give us these dreams," Bjorn says wryly, "then tonight I'm going to sleep with a sign around my neck that says, 'I'm sorry, I don't understand "cryptic dream." Please rephrase your statement.'

"Anyways," he stretches, and drains his glass, "I really need the exercise now, to straighten out my mind.  I'll be back in in a couple of hours or so.  Remind me, Rez, and I'll tell you what I know about the classification scheme."

And with that and a casual wave, he heads for the backyard.

[Huitzil]

"I'm going back to bed. I am not getting up until I can tell the difference between instant potatoes and Count Chocula."

[Dracos]

Dracos shrugs, sitting near rez and pondering and, without segue, responding,  "Mine was just of a green man in a forest really.  Anyhow, you need anything picked up before we get out of here, Rez?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Just as he's about to reach the door, Drac's words make Bjorn pause.  "Green man, or Green Man?" he asks, a subtle weighting in his words indicating the capitals.

[Dracos]

"Green Man, with the Caps.  Albeit, if it had been a green man, I'd likely have taken it as a reference to the same really.  Or an indication I'd eaten too many peas."

Dracos