Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5078678-20130915195653/@comment-3468598-20130930062925

Vilda's thick brows furrowed as she tried to remember. She wasn't a vivid dreamer, so she mostly had fragments. Occasionally her mother would tell her to keep a dream journal, but she never did. The idea of writing the minute you woke up was a little much for the normally lazy girl. ''' "Huh, never thought about it.  I guess I had a weird one last year, I was in my house, except it wasn't my house, dunno if you've ever had a dream where you know somethings supposed to be a thing, like someone says it is, except when you wake up you realize it wasn't that thing at all, and there was a book, full of ants, then I was at a beach and I couldn't find my shoes because a dwarf had stolen them, but I realized I was at the beach so I didn't need them anyways, which is good because the dwarf had already taken them to the moon, then there was something about a cow and my mum and I woke up.  Lord that sounds dumb when I try and spell it out."  She shrugged dismissing the whole confusing mess of a memory even as she tried to string together the events that held it together.  "So, my turn to ask something now, any volenteers?  I warn you, I know no tact." ''' Here she grinned wickedly showing slightly pointed teeth.