#non-fr

I’m seeing this from some 20-ish year old’s perspective, he’s a part-time fisherman or sailor, and he’s in a boat with his 30-ish year old buddy. I, as the person who’s dreaming, don’t know much about the other dude but I know enough to say that: a) he’s a street vendor b) has two best buddies he practically “lives with” c) is a frequent stowaway along with his two pals on random ships which they use to get to coastal towns and cities so they can sell stuff d) he has a drinking problem

So, the scene is from that younger dude’s eyes, and they just got in some abandoned boat they found that floated into harbour in the middle of the night. The older guy’s in this ragged, dark-brown sailor’s coat, black pants, a straw hat on his head and a toothpick or match in his mouth. He looks completely out of it which really made me feel for him, you know? The environment is barely lit up with a small oil lantern. So, suddenly, he just pulls out some bag or a coffer or something similar, checks it, and there’s 3.2 million worth of...something...in coins. Whatever currency there was, I don’t know, I’m sure it wasn’t dollars. They both were ecstatic and started howling, then suddenly told each other to tone it down so other people on the docks don’t get suspicious, you know, the classic comedic scene.

Suddenly, fast forward, they’re back in the town. They got his second pal to join and they decided to go celebrate. My entire dream just instantly turns into a sped-up compilation of them running through the street lantern-lit town, going from one bar and tavern to another, causing a ruckus and drinking themselves to insanity, all of that while this incredibly cheerful sailor music is being played in my head. I’m suddenly looking from the road at a tavern with a stone stairway that leads to the entrance and a barrel sign above the door, they run in, a barrel or table just smashes through the window, they get chased out with a broom by a chubby bar owner with a mustache and an apron, then the old guy returns and starts counting the money while the bar owner waits, then hands the money to him to pay for the damages, still while this incredibly loud and hilarious music is playing. They just ended up throwing up in an alley while one of the dudes was lying on the floor on his back crying. Apparently, they somehow spent all of their money on booze, food, bets and paying for damages in that one night.

I blacked out for a moment afterwards and woke up laughing. Still one of the funniest dreams I’ve ever had.

Not necessarily FR-related but after such a wild dream I decided to incorporate that into one of my dragon’s stories and make a character out of him. Now, FR Staff, please give us straw hats.

This isn’t FR related but I thought I’d post it anyways because I’m proud of it. I hope to get back to fr things soon though!