|I suspect a deeply rooted
subconscious Oedipal complex.
Either that or he needs to
stop drinking bourbon at bedtime.
I had the weirdest dream. A weird DDO dream.
Am I spending too much time playing DDO? Or perhaps not enough time doing other things? Or both?
Maybe it is all the new changes in the expansion pack, upsetting everything I used to know as well as my own backyard and forcing me to learn a bunch of new details like any other new player.
The part I remember begins in a cafeteria. A company-type of setting, somewhere one might go for a coffee and snack before work. Except it wasn’t work. I’m not sure what it was. But I know I was early.
A friendly bearded fellow introduced himself as a Turbine producer, who really wanted my opinions about the direction that DDO game development should take.
See, I told you it was weird.
I wanted to make a Freudian reference joke* here but I can’t, no obvious train and tunnel, no snakes, and my mom wasn’t in the dream at all.
* Or do I mean Jungian reference jokes? I can never remember. One of those guys 🙂
But enough of that. The dream was plenty weird already, it didn’t need Freud or Jung.
I had an awesome idea for the game, and the Turbine guy really loved it! I remember it still – I suggested that they take the power-ups that you can get in the challenges and make them random drops everywhere, especially when breaking boxes and jars. I was particularly vehement about that last part.
Nevermind that I am a D&D purist and resist any idea that is not straight from the 3.5 source books. No, my subconsious self is some kind of munchkin that wants to suddenly be double-sized, doing quad damage, at eight-times enhanced speed.
I hate my subconscious self.
While we were talking, the room filled up with other players and other Turbine developers. The Turbine folk split us up so they could get all of our ideas individually. I ended up with an attractive blonde female Turbine developer.
I’ve met a couple of Turbine developers and seen others on video interviews, but none of them appeared in my dream. I guess my unconscious self saw no reason to screw up a perfectly good dream with any bits of reality.
While I was expounding on my power-up idea (and the Turbine dev was fascinated!) I noticed that I was naked. Too bad, I’d wanted to get up and move around to talk with the other devs too but now I would have to stay sitting at the desk I was already using to avoid revealing my lack of clothing to the other players.
Apparently in dream world, sitting at a desk completely obscures nudity.
And maybe Freud (and/or Jung?) has a role in this dream after all.
The next part I recall we had left the cafeteria and were outside walking to some common destination. Work? The world’s biggest netgaming session? Somewhere, fifty or sixty of us, strung out along a block of sidewalk as a loose group, continuing our discussions about the future of DDO.
I was worried about the nudity thing, but on double-checking I realized I had underwear on after all, so it’s all good.
And then I was awake, but still fuzzy about the line between dream and reality and very (very!) unhappy with myself for wasting such a great opportunity to present some of my ideas to Turbine and instead talking about power-ups.
The apparent moral of the story: if you are planning to have a confab with a passel of Turbine developers, make sure you are not actually Going Commando.
🙂 😀 🙂