My Dream Journal

2-17-18 The Heir of Athena

Last night I had two dreams per usual, cause I tend to fall back asleep on the weekends. This is the only one I remember.

In this dream I was a dungeon crawler/hero? I'm not quite sure. But I know what my goal was. I was searching for the Staff of Athena, or Spear if Athena, it was called both. It was the most powerful weapon known to man and I was tasked to find it before it got into the wrong hands.

There was a clue that surfaced that caused all this hubbub and, while everyone knew the mythos, there was no evidence of it being real. Until now.

When the clue surfaced all hell broke loose. Historians went on dogs or hired adventurers like me to search ruins and caves, criminals did the same. Everyone had a different motive, whether it be to study its power or history, or to try to use it to rule the world.

I was one of the few who believed the original stories, I believed in its power and feared its return. It was said that at its return two dark evils would rise, the one it meant to stop, and Athena's own blood trying to use the Staff for his own twisted purpose.

I dived my first dungeon on this trek, and like Skyrim I kicked monster ass. And I found it, or at least a way to find it. Inside was Athena's own pet, a big cat cub of unknown species. It was frozen by a spell which I lifted. He became my companion throughout.

I went to exit the ruin and was meet by enemies who weren't there before, and Athena's blood. He was there searching for the spear. It was the Joker. His sick, twisted grin was not a welcome sight especially seeing as how I stood between him and the dungeon.

He hadn't seen me yet so I was able to go around. I heard him complain about me, an unknown enemy he needed to get rid of. He was right, we'd meet again soon.

Afterwards, on the mountainside, I met another soul looking for the spear. I don't remember his name but he looked like D.C. comic's Constantine, a scruffy blond with a trench coat. He was a treasure hunter wanting another trophy for his wall. Like most people, he didn't believe the myths word son the magic and significance of the spear's return. He just liked the thrill of the hunt and shiny things.

We're worked together for a short while before we found it, the ruin in which the spear rested. But someone beat us to it. The Joker stood outside ordering his men around. I remember looking at wannabe Constantine with adoration as he spoke some over complicated bizarro plan. I said screw that. I jumped down from my perch and started fighting Joker's men allowing the overwhelming numbers to capture me. My ally did the same, reluctantly.

We allowed them to take us with them through the dungeon, doing the dangerous parts for them, all the while overzealous Joker explained every detail of his plan and every way we could stop him without realizing it.

When we reached the inner sanctum we saw at the center of the room the spear, swallowed in a sphere of magic and light. The inscription on the wall said only the worthy could reach the weapon. Joker was curious to what would happen if someone who wasn't tried. His goon who tried was killed, fire/electrocution.

I was next. I reached the Staff without harm and was forced to hand it over to Joker after getting it out of the sphere. He shouted joyfully and was distracted by his newfound power momentarily as we tried to escape. He noticed and turned the Staff on us. But it didn't work.

He stood there angrily trying to kill us but failing. I took this chance, tackling the Joker I got the spear away and Weil died like a spear, not a Staff, to fend off our enemies as we escaped.

I woke up, sadly. My body is used to waking early due to school.