Dream journal

[hudebnik]

For some reason I was involved in an SCA battle, which would be conducted in two stages, and before each stage each team would have the opportunity to re-arm itself from a wagon of miscellaneous (rubber or boffer) weapons and armor. For the first stage, I happened to be the first one from my team to climb onto the wagon, which was full of straw with various things buried in the straw. I found a little paper hat, which I put on, and a bagpipe, which I figured would be useful for the second stage but not the first, but I kept finding things that seemed irrelevant. As the wagon gradually emptied, I turned back to my team, who were standing outside the wagon waiting for me to give them some armor and weapons, and said apologetically "I haven't found a single piece of armor except this hat, nor a single weapon of any kind."

One of the battle organizers, down on the ground, stepped forward with a several-inch-long rubber dagger and explained "Your colleague happens to have climbed into the instrument wagon." [I didn't know there were any other wagons, nor apparently did my team!]. "But fear not! Here's a dagger for one of you, and I have some more." A few bigger weapons, or shields or armor, would have been nice, but the team wasn't going in entirely unarmed.