weird dreams...

[ashe]

i dreamed last night that i was traveling through tibet with a centaur. but at some points i was the centaur. and there was a woman too.

[Bär]

I think the question on everyone's mind is did you seal the deal with the woman?

[Bill]

[Dmitri]

That's not a centaur, that's a faun. Like, duh.

[Bär]

Good evening pagans! Don't forget your goat leggings!

[Mike Strong]

Ashe,

Hey, YOU ! Get off of my cloud !

[affa]

That's not a centaur, that's a faun. Like, duh.

satyr actually

[Dmitri]

Same thing, no? One Greek the other Roman...
Kind'a like Aphrodite - Venus, Zeus - Jupiter, etc.

[edededed]

Is it just me or does that poor woman look like she is going to hit her head really hard soon?

So... did the woman ride the centaur/Ashe-centaur or just run really fast?

[Pat]

Bar- good one!

[affa]

Same thing, no? One Greek the other Roman...
Kind'a like Aphrodite - Venus, Zeus - Jupiter, etc.

i always thought faun's were smaller and nice and satyr's were big and rapists... but i guess that's christian apologetics (i.e. narnia) polluting my classical mythology.

Cabrón!

[edededed]

Fauns - smaller and rapists
Satyrs - big and rapists

Or, we can just use the AD&D definition (satyrs = fauns)...

[Ben]

I say when it doubt turn to D&D.

[qiphlow]

[Ian]

I dreamt I was climbing a sandstone mountain of epic proportions. Kinda like a cyclopian termite mound, riven with corridors, caverns, and catacombs, but also 7-11s and travel agencies. So I reached this promontory / geological terrace. Peering over the edge, my mountaineering buddy pointed out this tiny green head with gelatinous eyes on weedy stalks looking up at us from about 100ft below. I thought it'd be hilarious to drop a tennis ball on one of its eyes, which I did. I turned to my buddy whose face had turned white. He said, "you've made him mad, now. He's coming up to get you." Startled, I bolted into the labyrinth of tunnels, passing travel agents offering package deals to Egypt, 7-11 clerks trying to sell me seaweed and rice wraps, hoping the green thing wouldn't catch me and fold me like a map. As I ran deeper and deeper into the bowels of the mountain, I realised to my horror that the it wasn't a mountain but an actual living thing. I further realised that the green thing was actually the tip of an appendage of the mountain, and I was running into the belly of the beast, esentially digesting myself.

Yeah.