Huh, I tried to post this reply once already, but I got a prompt saying my post would not be visible until it was approved by a moderator. That had never happened to me before. I assume it happened because I used naughty language on my post.
I doubt a moderator exists, though, I think it's just a myth. So, instead of waiting, I just cleaned the baby up a little and threw it out the window. So that explains it if this post happens to repeat twice in slightly altered forms.
I remember two dreams from last night.
The first one was a nightmare for all of us here. (What? Who?)
There was an announcement on Gothic.Net front page, that the site would be closing in one week.
They said they had been suffering technical difficulties with updating the site for years, and now they were finally giving up.
They also said something about the forum lately being overrun by idiotic spammers or something along those lines. I was sure they only meant me by that. So it was partially my fault that the site was closing.
My reaction to this news was,
Oh, no! What am I gonna do now? The internet is gonna be so boring. And I'd just started using this site.
There were also a bunch of new threads on the forum as lurking users had come out of the woodwork to lament the ending of Gothic.Net.
A terrible nightmare.
In the other dream,
Three people came into a sort of dungeon room or a castle room, there were tapestries hung on the walls and a large wooden table.
The tapestries were illustrated, but I don’t remember what they looked like, I do remember there was red and purple in them.
There were stuff laid out on the table, jars of liquids and powders, some of them orange colored. I think there were antlers among the other things.
Two of the people were men and one was a woman with short hair. They all looked refined and old-fashioned, like around 1920s.
The woman walked around the room, examining the walls and the tapestries, while the two men examined the items on the table and had a conversation which went something like this:
"Someone has been doing magic here."
"No, I think someone is still doing magic here. These ingredients haven't been used yet."
"My god, what kind of a being could be doing magic in a place like this?"
And then they all became frightened and exited through a mysterious portal type hole in the wall of the room.