This morning I awoke after one of the strangest nights of my life with the end of a dream tugging at my mind. For some -- D&D related -- context, that afternoon I had finished stocking a level of Nightwick Abbey. I was worried that the level was all too random in it's contents, but I have very little time this week and since I needed to spend my time writing and grading papers I decided to leave it in its current "sucky state."
Then I had this dream. I literally only remember two things about it.
- I was reading ChicagoWiz's blog.
- In that blog was the following sentence "It's the kind of stupid dungeon that makes total sense to stupid me and my stupid players after the fact."
I have no idea what the hell else was in the dream, but I think there is some wisdom in that line. I know I'll certainly be looking at this level that way when my players get to it.