Tuesday 22 May 2007

Pic of the day: Carneval of Shadows, or just Carnies in the local dialect, are a villain faction consisting mostly of women in garish clothing, although they also have a few strongmen with them most of the time. While I don't seek out missions with these (they are rather hard opponents), I occasionally run into them, and one can easily see how they might cause certain ... off-color dreams. Like this one.

Sexual heroing

(Yes, that is a pun on the classic song "sexual healing", which I otherwise don't like. I'm just a sucker for puns... or should I say "punnishments"?)

In my dream, I was in Paragon City, where the online game City of Heroes takes place. I was however not playing a game, I was there as a hero. For the duration of my dream, this was the real world to me. I spent the first part of the dream duoing with a forgettable female hero. I do this a lot when I play too. I had some kind of darkness-related power that worked at a distance, not quite like the powers in the game but similar.

After a while I parted ways with the heroine and was lucky enough to get into a team with some very high level heroes, including Statesman himself. (Statesman is like the Superman of the CoH universe, the original and iconic hero.) This was quite an honor, and I was kinda conscious that I was the junior on the team. (Although I was a fairly high-level hero by normal standards, there is a bit of a gap up to the Freedom Phalanx.) Statesman walked right through a trap that would have one-shotted a normal hero, and he just shrugged it off. Because of a bug, I couldn't get into the mission (it was a door mission, that is to say an indoors mission) and Statesman had to go out briefly for the door to work again. I once again felt inferior.

We were fighting Carnies, and the rest of the team had already cleared the ground floor and were fighting upstairs. I was coming up the stairs when two Carnies came running down, and I caught them both, one with each arm, and held them while the others cleared out the rest of the loft. When they were done, I was like "Uh guys, could you help me with these, I kinda have my hands full." Which I had: I had managed to grab each of them around the waist as they ran past me on my right and left side, and I was now holding them tight in front of me - still one with each arm - with their heads down and their round bottoms squirming in the air. This excited me rather a bit, and I woke up at that point.

It is a bit sad that a part of me has not changed at all since I was small boy, at which point I would play with girl dolls by holding them with their naked bottoms up and spanking them. Perhaps some of us are really born to be perverts. At least I don't do this in real life. But it is disturbingly common in my dreams. I know I have written about several similarly themed dreams during these eight years, and there may be one or two I have forgotten to mention as well. I guess it is just as well I don't mingle with naughty girl in real life...