Please share your crazy Shroud of the Avatar fantasies. Many, if not most, of us has had a crazy or insane dream about it. Just for the fun of, share that secret story. My story made me wake in sweat some nights ago. I had not even been able to play for a while because I am in the middle of a big move. There I was in a camp. I was wearing my typical avatar leathers. It was a dirty place, not unlike a typical tent campground of today. Looking down near what used to be a fire pit, there were scrapes of leather on the ground that probably held food, tossed aside and neglected by those that came before me. I heard a sound in the trees ahead. It was as subtle as an elephant crushing bamboo and bones laid in it's path that drove fear straight up my spine with the shock and surprise of a lightning strike. As I looked up, the fog was thick strangling the sun with its weight. Through the mist I could just make-out the rock face that marked our destination, our safe place. The very tip of it was covered in ice that had frozen over it in layers like dreadlocks. We had no choice but to move forward as our food was gone. Turning back meant certain demise. While that should have been enough to make my feet walk forward, I was stuck. So paralyzed in fear that I was not sure if living was an option. Would it even be possible to make it? Would it be better, as weak and tired as we are from the long journey to just give up? Even lifting my arms to protect myself seemed fruitless. Stuck in this thought for what seemed like an eternity, I felt like I was trapped in a vortex created by an antlion in the sand. With every move I took, the pit was pulling me deeper and deeper. But somehow, and I really don't know where it came from... I woke. I guess that could be a nightmare, but it was not something I did not want to revisit, like a nightmare. I tried to reenter the dream to see how it ended with no luck. I have the same problem with my dreams of winning the lottery.