Dream Interpretation: I Tim You.

It’s no secret I’ve been working a lot of late, and am a bit run down. Now normally, when I sleep, I don’t generally remember many dreams. But this morning, when I woke up, I remembered one I had been having. It was one of those feverish looping dreams that was super-realistic. And this was the crux of it all:

Banned for amazingness.

That’s right, TrialAccess, NeoSapian and a few others were in a funhouse/game store (I call it a funhouse because it had creepy clowns and a red balloon) and I had this overwhelming urge to get back into Magic: The Gathering. Trial had his decks, and Neo had his, and we were just killing time, and I was the only one without a deck. And so I was having this horrible internal struggle/monologue about whether or not I should purchase a deck.

I entertained the thought, mentally constructing my deck:
4 unsummons (it’s such a dick card! Oh, you attack me? Oh, you pump him up a lot? Unsummon before the attack resolves. So sorry!)
4 Mahamotti Djinns
2 Mind Controls
2 LifeTap
4 Counterspells
And then I started searching for the ultimate card to annoy people to death:

The Almighty Prodigal Tim

One of my favorite cards was ‘Bob’ or ‘Tim’, the ‘I-plink-you-to-death’ sorcerer. I vaguely recall building the deck and then immediately annoying people all over the place. Eventually we somehow ended up at what I knew to be TrialAccess’ house playing well into the night, laughing and playing cards. I still hadn’t *bought* the deck. And I was troubled by it. So troubled, in fact, that I woke myself up momentarily.

I thought to myself, “The fact of the matter is that even if you buy the cards, you’ll have noone to play with since you live in the middle of nowhere.”

And then I rolled over, went back to sleep and on to more adventures.

So what does this all mean? Well, I’m pretty sure I know a good chunk of it, hence the title of today’s adventure.

I spent a good few years with Magic: The Gathering; it was a game I loved to play competitively until they sucked all the life, strategy and fun out of it by seeing who could go ‘infinite’ first. Snore.
Why it was in my dream: Those who knew me when I had the shop, knew I was a FIEND for Vs, the CCG based off Marvel/DC superheroes. Well yesterday I stole a glance at Upper Deck’s new game (that has virtually the same mechanics) called Marvel Superstars.

Hate the pictures-as-artwork; love the mechanics. Just one problem. I still live in the middle of nowhere and have to drive 1.5 hours to the closest game store. Hence my conflict in-dream (and in reality; it’s why I’m not playing it now). I think that in the dream I interpreted it as M:TG simply because it was my first love.

The funhouse game store represented my stress of owning a shop along with loving it, but also I think was tapping into my stress in my current career. A trigger, if you will.

Up, up, up, to the heavyside layer…

The red balloon is easy for anyone who’s played Heavy Rain. I wanted to play it ALL DAY yesterday and could not; and apparently I couldn’t escape that desire even subconsciously.

Going to Trial’s house was obviously connected to my thinking about him coming up to my house this summer (we’ve been discussing it), and Neo was just in the dream I think because he’s in that clique of friends.
(Sometimes a spoon is a spoon.)

What lingers is the manic unsummoning of my friend’s creatures; the relentless flipping through binders and the tapping of Tims. If I was to go out on a limb, I’d probably interpret that as I know I’m working hard at the moment, and I’m feeling run down from it.

When you play CCGs, you hate playing against your friends the most, especially when you know either you have a superior deck or you just understand the rules better. Building the deck is work. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Finding combos/cards and even purchasing them is work. The satisfaction/enjoyment is in seeing that work pay off with a well-tuned deck.

FYI, guys with stupid hats usually win.

And that feeling is never worse than when you’re trying to play with a friend and you are pwning them. Especially when they think they see the light at the end of the tunnel, and you’ve been baiting them into it the whole time.

So my interpretation of the deck building and unenjoyable play is again, work boring into my subconscious, as I’ve felt behind the 8-ball lately being the only one in the office trying to do both back-end and front-end tasks.

So there’s a completely random tour of my mind, hope you enjoyed it.

Also, this made me laugh. A lot. What if the world of Harry Potter had Facebook