2/17/07
So I'm writing this on Saturday morning rather than on Friday night. Reckon all I needed was twelve hours of sleep in order to reset my head. Somewhere in my head there's something that's short circuiting and makes me go nuts.
INSIDE THE GAME MASTERS STUDIO
I have a quandry in being a game master. A few months ago I ran a session where elmgrows's character knocked out a police officer after breaking the masquerade. It seems like the players who were there that night still hold it in high regard.

Now I'm trying to see if I can hit that high note and maintain interest in the game. Those little peaks are always what keeps the players coming back. If one has high points every single session even on a biweekly basis then one has to top oneself again.

As it stands, I have not hit that mark since that night.

game idea
Aw heck, I can't bring it up because it'd be spoily. Most likely I'll include it in one of my D&D campaign ideas.
In Yer Dreams
Friday morning I spent the first hour of pre-consciousness trying to remember an epic dream. We're talking Dream Quest of the Unknown Kadath epic here except by the time I was fully awake and Spot was fed and I was driving to work I didn't remember jack shit.

Fortunately on Saturday morning had a dream that I did remember. The forest was full of mist and the sunlight was a dull gray. You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. Actually it was a decrepit Victorian mansion without any doors and smashed in windows. I found a pathway and followed it to a trestle bridge. Instead of having a road or railway, chainlink fence was hung like a net. Draped at intervals were steel cables with orange floaters. Across the way was a big, abandoned school that frightened me. I was glad that the bridge wasn't very convenient and gave me a reason to be a pussy and stay on my side.

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