This thread stirs memories for me.
Its a little old story about the time I realized how much I love my dad. It is related to an awful dream, one I had while I was in college my senior year. I dreamt that I was a federal law enforcement agent, and that I needed to arrest my dad. My father is a man of many talents, not the least of which being the wielding of firearms.
So in this horrible dream we're engaged in a firefight, but I never hit him, and he never hits me, and it becomes apparent to both of us that neither has the heart to kill or wound the other. We're at an impasse in the living room of my parents house, each on one side of the chimney. This chimney is anything but normal, its a huge edifice of unpolished, uncut, raw rocks 20 feet high. It's real, the events aren't, but it makes the scene all that more gripping for me when I awake. I shout around the chimney for my father to give himself up.
He replies, "You'll never take me alive!" But knowing full well that we've both concluded neither can shoot the other I decide to take advantage of the situation and bum rush him. I turn the corner around the chimney and see him backed into the corner of the living room, having anticipated what I was going to do. He has the most sickly triumphant grin on his features, which says in no uncertain terms, "I win." Right before he places the muzzle of his rifle in his mouth and pulls the trigger.
I awoke screaming aloud and absolutely terrified. I had to spend between 2 and 3 hours settling myself, making sure that yes, I was really in college, no, I really had no ties to any law enforcement agencies, no I didn't possess a firearm, and trying to coax myself out of calling up my dad to sound like a complete idiot.
But that simulated loss made me realize how much I've counted on him since my youth, how much he's taught me, and how much I value him.
Its interesting how little we value things until we lose them.
Its a little old story about the time I realized how much I love my dad. It is related to an awful dream, one I had while I was in college my senior year. I dreamt that I was a federal law enforcement agent, and that I needed to arrest my dad. My father is a man of many talents, not the least of which being the wielding of firearms.
So in this horrible dream we're engaged in a firefight, but I never hit him, and he never hits me, and it becomes apparent to both of us that neither has the heart to kill or wound the other. We're at an impasse in the living room of my parents house, each on one side of the chimney. This chimney is anything but normal, its a huge edifice of unpolished, uncut, raw rocks 20 feet high. It's real, the events aren't, but it makes the scene all that more gripping for me when I awake. I shout around the chimney for my father to give himself up.
He replies, "You'll never take me alive!" But knowing full well that we've both concluded neither can shoot the other I decide to take advantage of the situation and bum rush him. I turn the corner around the chimney and see him backed into the corner of the living room, having anticipated what I was going to do. He has the most sickly triumphant grin on his features, which says in no uncertain terms, "I win." Right before he places the muzzle of his rifle in his mouth and pulls the trigger.
I awoke screaming aloud and absolutely terrified. I had to spend between 2 and 3 hours settling myself, making sure that yes, I was really in college, no, I really had no ties to any law enforcement agencies, no I didn't possess a firearm, and trying to coax myself out of calling up my dad to sound like a complete idiot.
But that simulated loss made me realize how much I've counted on him since my youth, how much he's taught me, and how much I value him.
Its interesting how little we value things until we lose them.
i'll tell you though, the first time my friend faked death, and his hp's went from almost full to nothing in a blink, (and i being the only healer in the group) my heart about burst out of my chest. i'm suddenly frantically looking for whatever it was that killed him so i can avoid it (always being about 8 lvls behind the group i run around with), and still trying to heal our tank. then all of a sudden he's alive again, bashing away.....i was totally stumped. and the rat bastard waited a full five minutes before explaining what had happened. let me think my connection was glitchy or i was going crazy.
(my shaman will still beat the pants off them every time though. and *i* get the pretty light show)