First post in ages! I have been so busy with a million and one things, I almost forgot this website existed. While I did Tweet on occasion, my blog languished somewhere between my Justice and Moral Philosophy readings and road trips.
Anyway, I figured this would be a good time to update it and bore my remaining three (probably less) readers AND make the most of my paid domain and web hosting. I’d like to talk about a dream I had last night.
Last night, I had a dream about Ashes of A’lar, the mount I never got.
(Image source: Wowhead screenshots)
I used to dream of World of Warcraft-related stuff A LOT when I was an active player (the really bad nightmares involved being imprisoned and forced to do dailies as hard labor). I guess when one plays too much of a game, the virtual world’s content has a tendency to take over you not just in your waking hours but also in your slumber.
Since hanging up my plate gloves, the WoW dreams tapered off until they stopped. Until last night.
In my dream, I was running Tempest Keep: The Eye, not on my Death Knight, but on my Alliance hunter. I killed Kael’thas Sunstrider, who dropped the mount, but for some reason I couldn’t loot it. Click, click, click. Damn thing won’t let me loot it. Click, click, click again. No luck. WTF?
The dream ended with me furiously sending a ticket to Blizzard demanding them to fix the glitch and to gimme my mount ASAP. I woke up without knowing if I ever got a reply.
Now, because of one silly dream, I have a hankering to get back on WoW just to try for that damn mount.
My practical side tells me, “what’s the point of trying for and getting the mount if you’re not staying for the long haul?”
My impractical, shallow side retorts, “I don’t like leaving unfinished business behind.”
Practical side: “You’re seriously considering subjecting yourself to weekly hours of frustration and disappointment for mere pixels?”
Impractical, shallow side: “Sure, if it would make retirement from WoW a little more fulfilling.”
Practical side: “You’re a bloody masochist, that’s what you are.”
Impractical, shallow side: “Maybe I am.”
Yeah, maybe I am.
Shit, I need to sleep on this before I do something irrational.