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I had a dream...
18:51:59 Dec 25th 07 - Duke Luta Mor:

And in this dream I discovered that Zeta had changed the forums around so that each player is known by their main account name, but listed under it were their character name and their kingdom.  I was like "yay!" and then woke up...

Anyone else have VU dreams?


15:47:27 Feb 10th 08 - Mr. Crekazilla Wolfbane:

... no... should i? lol

 

no offense but it seems slightly sad that someone has dreams about a game lol


18:00:19 Feb 10th 08 - Sir Engel Van Dood:

why dont i have VU dreams :(

guess im not addicted enough yet :'(


20:49:59 Feb 10th 08 - Mr. Link:

wow lol you want to dream about this game? why aren't you dreaming about winning the lottery or flying or beautiful women or something?


20:52:23 Feb 10th 08 - Prince Calus Septim V:

If you want to fly go play Flyff! But if you want to have tactical combat or if you want to be sp@mmed by some guy name Septim, then you're in the right place.


20:52:26 Feb 10th 08 - Mr. Crekazilla Wolfbane:

Lol OH YES beautiful women... rofl dont get me started =D


01:54:47 Feb 11th 08 - Mr. Hanky Panky:

i had a dream that legend came to me and asked if he could come back to trio cos he was bored sometime last era :/

 

i often dream of being in irc too :( i was talking to peepz then was suddenly on a beach stepped on a rock it flew me up in the air then i was constantly falling :P


02:16:04 Feb 11th 08 - Mr. Might The God of Cows:

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created...........wait a minute. Wrong speech!


06:14:26 Feb 11th 08 - Sir Architect:

I used to have a recurring dream when I was younger that I was jumping on a trampoline that was placed on top of a giant rock spire in the middle of the Grand Canyon.  The Trampoline was no smaller than the top of the spire so if you were to fall off, you would not be stopping until you hit the bottom of the canyon.  I would jump and jump and jump but eventually I would fall off and start my descent.  The weird thing about this dream is that right when I hit the ground in my dream, I would roll off my bed in real life and hit the ground in my bedroom.  It was the weirdest thing ever and it happened over and over again.


09:51:21 Feb 11th 08 - Ms. Brannigans Law:

lol i bet that was a pain in the ass when you slept over a freinds house


12:08:51 Feb 11th 08 - Mr. Batmatti:

a pain in the ass for his friend? then one who's "house" he "slept" over?


17:25:37 Feb 11th 08 - Mr. Hanky Panky:

you probably dreampt it as you hit the floor lol

i heard your dreams last nothing longer than a second and just as you wake up no matter how long you think you have been dreaming it :P


14:16:27 Feb 12th 08 - Sir Salaracen Vineraven:

I have a dream were its like a Dog shop and theres sharp things on a rotating pole and they stab into me, then theres some guy riding a horse in the backround.

It is quite nerveracking...


04:03:27 Feb 19th 08 - Mr. Skie:

I WISH: I had a dream that this thread every existed :D


04:19:47 Feb 19th 08 - Mr. Com:

everybody has dream.


16:27:22 Feb 19th 08 - Prince Calus Septim V:

I&nb*beep* happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"


17:13:50 Feb 22nd 08 - Mr. Demonsul:

Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!


16:10:55 Feb 23rd 08 - Mr. Plato:

Septim, please stop spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaming.


07:30:35 Mar 1st 08 - Sir Salaracen Vineraven:

woah! septim! Abraham lincon? was that what you just Quoted?


10:48:19 Mar 1st 08 - Mr. Demonsul:

i have a dream (martin luther king), one of the greatest anti-segregation speeches ever


22:08:59 Mar 1st 08 - Prince Calus Septim V:

You have to understand, Vineraven likes to say things like that...


02:47:47 Mar 4th 08 - Mr. Hanky Panky:

I had a dream me and scientist joined tribal wars, we'd only just started got a few days into it and he was like at 7000 points, i was like wow tell me your secret or something then we ended up dominating :P
cant remember it properaly. lol

i thought it was pretty wierd tho as sci is no good at anything :S

irc had something to do with it as well cant remember what now lol we and few others we're talking *beep*e dunno, i tend to dream about irc often :S


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