I dreamt that D. & A. drive us to the mall for some late-evening event that started around 7 or 8.
Probably the kind of thing that’s meant for teenagers, but you know. Everybody seemed to think it was a great idea so I wasn’t about to spoil it.
Once we get through the little gate or turnstile that leads through the sorta metallic-tubing fence that’s surrounding the main area inside, Kristen turns to her folks asks something like,
I don’t know exactly what this was supposed mean in context… maybe there was D&D or something at the event somewhere. Anyhow she receives a firm reply of
“No, Kristen. I don’t want you doing that tonight.”
Poor Kristen looks pretty dejected at this response. It’s not clear whether they just think RP of any kind is a form of degeneracy, or whether they know already that Kristen will get so into it that she won’t want to leave when it’s time.
In the dream, I’m aware that she’s recently learned the joys of roleplaying, although again it’s unclear which kind. Apparently, Tongs actually taught her the basics of it, which she had to beg him to do. As a precondition to agreeing, he apparently made her do some embarrassing act like perform a pinkie-promise or something.
Overhearing the answer she gets, I can’t help but comment aloud at this.
“>Have to stoop to doing an extended pinkie-shake with Tongs for him to teach you the first of the three ‘R’s of roleplaying
>Now that you’ve learned, your parents won’t allow you to do it in public”
After saying this I’m afflicted by an uncontrollable bout of laughter. I almost knock Tongs over as I’m sorta leaning on him for support as I’m laughing so hard it’s difficult to stand.
…It’s weird to have laughter within a dream but it happens.
