Had a reeeaaaalllyyyy weird one last night that I'm trying to piece together. Here's what I remember. Hopefully the gaps will be filled in future dreams but I highly doubt it. This one was all over the place:
The earliest I remember, all of us forumites were somewhere out in the high desert. We were on a large adventure, presumably towards the port. We got chased by a bunch of things shooting arrows and whatnot at us. I believe they were cactus monsters wearing sombreros and ponchos. They were bearing down on us and I recall a scene where some of us hid in the rocks as we briefly lost them and I noticed a donkey off in the distance. With extreme skill I was able to run along the rock walls, make great leaps, flips, slides and whathaveyou, I reached the donkey. Behind him, was a gigantic arsenal of various weapons we needed to escape from the creatures that were chasing us, as well as many other donkeys that we could ride. The ensuing chase was obviously a very entertaining sight.
Flash forward to a coast somewhere. We happened upon a house where I went in to see if we could stay and hide since the monsters were still looking for us. The garage was huge. There was a couple living there. One was okay with us staying, but her partner was very abusive and did not want us to. The partner went on a rampage as her internet wasn't working so I went in to help get the internet back. My magical unicorn skills apparently made it come back on (after I beat the shit out of the modem) and we hid out in the garage until the creatures went off into the distance, running the wrong way looking for us.
Flash forward again to Miami (we made it!) and a group of us were looking at a large scrapbook consisting of pictures from the previous cruise. Mind you, none of these pictures are actual pictures that existed, just ones that my fucked up mind made up. The Miami pictures were rather funny as the scenes were all very formal, be it dinner at a fancy restaurant, forumites posing in luscious fancy gardens or having fun in the luxury of a five star hotel. Of course, we were all metaled out in them. The scrapbook kept magically updating as if it was a physical copy of the forum and people were making posts.
The next morning we finally arrive at the port. The ship looked nothing like the Majesty, it was large, the paint was dark blue and it was in bad shape. Rust, peeling paint, general feeling of creakiness throughout. A huge storm had come in and I had to avoid water spouts that formed and kept chasing me. The loading dock was just a bunch of old wooden planks, so the water spouts were launching wooden pieces everywhere at people. Somehow, we were able to broad and the ship took off. The captain was going full steam ahead which made no sense since we had to navigate a lot of narrow places before hitting the open ocean. The ship made so many hairpin turns and had tons of close calls. The waves were enormous when we finally got out and we caught lots of air.
At the end, the ship finally tipped over and as we were all floating in the middle of the now docile ocean, we were laughing about our experience and how it was still the greatest trip ever. I'm assuming the tipping over happened after all the concerts.
That's all I can remember at this point and the details get fuzzier every time I remember them. Fuck me, that was a weird one.
It was very epic though. Should be made into a movie one day.
