Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24993958-20150609144508/@comment-26397825-20150615024127

I like sleeping because I have the strangest dreams. I once had a dream where I was a master thief with incredible luck. I got a dagger enchanted with my luck (which turned the dagger hot pink...looked cool but I'm not a big fan of hot pink normally) and I gave the dagger to a wizard to look after. The wizard then had the dagger stolen from him, he got it back, and then I was like 'Well obviously he was a terrible choice to look after my luck.' I started going after him to get it back, made it to the top o his tower, and then magic transported me into a crate miles and miles away.

I had to fight my way back to his tower, riding a train through a series of mountains that were upside down an surrounded by water. Halfway back, someone ele attacked me with my own dagger, so I beat them and took it back. I decided I was never going to let my luck out of my sight.

Then I rode a unicorn towards my next job as master thief. And woke up.