Been having some oddly vivid and memorable dreams of late. Not 100% sure what's been causing them — if anything — but they've certainly been an interesting experience.
Last night was especially… I guess exhausting is probably the right word, as I woke up feeling pretty tired from the experience. Alas, I couldn't just sleep it off, as I had to get up and do work, but I did manage to sneak a nap in later in the day — a dreamless one, for a nice change.
Anyway, the gist of said dream was that, for some reason, a group of companions and I were bursting into Castlevania Dracula's dining room ready for our final confrontation. I can't remember who my companions were, but I have a vague memory of at least some of them being people I went to school with — people I haven't seen for a good twenty or thirty years in some cases. That's not important. The important thing is that we were there to fight Dracula, and we were absolutely not ready for it.
Dracula promptly set fire to his own dining room and essentially obliterated us almost immediately — but we weren't dead. Apparently this was a boss fight we were supposed to lose, despite seemingly being the grand finale, and after a moment's darkness we found ourselves high above Castlevania, which, of course, was floating in a black void by this point.
Ahead of us was a long, winding and branching Super Mario 64-style slide, and we knew what we had to do: one by one, we launched ourselves down it, in search of stacks of grimoire pages that we needed to collect in order to defeat Dracula once and for all. Each stack seemingly contained over a hundred pages, indicated by a helpful meter that appeared in the top corner of our vision — I remember this because the first one I grabbed contained exactly 164 pages.
As noted, the slide branched off in a number of different directions, and at one point I made the decision to take a left turn, which led down into what appeared to be a semi-ruined public toilet. The slide weaved around the open cubicles, rising and falling — somehow we were perfectly able to continue sliding uphill when required — before rising back into the sky.
I believe I woke up before we obtained the required number of grimoire pages, so I'm not sure if our second encounter with Dracula went any better. But if nothing else, we'd had a lovely ride around Castlevania in the void.
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