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10-10-2012 -- I'm doing a new quest on Runescape, that seems to involve chasing around a moving crate that kind of looks like one of the Penguins from Hide and Seek. I am in a building, and I have to get to the crate, which is in another part of the building. unfortunately to get there, you have to get past various guards patrolling the area, much like getting the herbs in the troll kitchen in the My Arm's Big Adventure quest, or getting the vampire disguise in the Branches of Darkmeyer quest.

I'm not having much luck, since they keep catching me, injuring me, and throwing me out. It seems you have to sneak into one room, find and throw a switch that unlocks a secret corridor in another part of the building, then sneak back out and find that corridor. And they keep catching me. You can withstand a couple of brief touches from them, but they keep surrounding me and bringing me down, and I'm not managing to find the hidden lever in the first room!

They throw me out yet again, and I am thinking I need to get the invisibility robes I got from an earlier quest ... those ought to keep me from being seen. That will let me get a lot further. I find myself on Gatlin, right near Orange Avenue in Orlando, which feels like it is pretty close to Al Kharid. My car is here, so I am searching it for the robes.

I am reaching into my car and grabbing handfuls of nothing, and trying to believe in the robes enough to make them real as I try to pull nothing over myself to wear. Problem is, things are changing to where I am standing next to my car in my underwear, trying to get dressed. The car is parked behind several others blocking them in at a house where they seem to be having a party.

A girl I really liked from high school is walking out to try and drive off, as I struggle to get dressed in a Subway t-shirt that seems to be about three sizes too small. I just want to get out of here!

Soon I find myself in a different part of the game, very dark and dismal, with a lot of stunted, twisted trees around. Now it very much feels like I am in Morytania. The dream seems to be half ectoplasm-related, and half connected to another dream I had a couple of years ago. It somehow seems to involving digging stuff up and burying stuff in a graveyard, right near a bush, while filling two gallon jugs with ectoplasm. Problem is, the jugs are turning from ectoplasm to urine. There's also something about a building collapsing.

One of the bad guys who I have been fighting against through several quests has decided to retire, and give me a very big reward because of how great an opponent I've been. Problem is, I have no room to receive it because of all the clutter. So I find myself trying to stack the (now) large flasks of urine to keep them out of the way. The flasks keep changing. They started looking like gallon milk jugs, then turned into an erlenmeyer-type-flask, and now they look like traffic cones that have somehow been sealed and stacked together.

Somehow, the pressure in the cones, combined with expansive property of the urine allows you to attach another cone and somehow kind of siphon off some of the content into another cone. But soon the stack is leaking, and when I try to grab another cone to try and siphon off some of the urine, it in one of those short, stubby cones that almost seems like a toy next to the full-sized ones. Still, it's worth a try. The problem is, the cone is smaller, and can't seal properly, and suddenly the whole thing shifts and the entire front of my shirt is covered in urine. Yuck!

Somebody walks up to me and asks what is going on, and as I turn around I am very surprised to discover it is the 10th Doctor. "What's going on is that I stink," I tell him. And it is certainly true at that moment. More and more people are arriving in what now almost seems like a classroom, and most of them seem to be magic users from the Harry Potter world, but almost none of them are actual characters we know from the books.

One of them keeps asking me to defend something I said, and starts to attack me verbally. I ignore him. He keeps it up, and suddenly I grab him and swing a punch at his stomach. I am moving very slowly, because I do not have any intention of actually hurting him. I gently push my fist into his stomach, then keep pushing, until he bends over my arm like I'd really slammed him in the gut, even though it is in slow motion. "I see," he says, "you can defend yourself. But that's not really what I meant."

Meanwhile, the Doctor is standing next to Harry, who almost seems to be having some sort of fit or seizure, shaking on the ground, embarrassed and hurt. I don't know what is going on, but the Doctor seems to be helping him.

Soon I find myself in the cafeteria, looking over a tray with some prepared desserts. It is interesting, because there are some small cannoli or something for most of the students, with a larger cannoli (perhaps 50%) bigger for staff members. And a large cake perhaps 8 times larger than the staff member servings labeled for Ron Weasley, and the rest of us start joking about the human garbage disposal.