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I was so tired on Monday that I went straight home after class. The sun was just setting and I went straight to the roof to watch it. The light over the lake was indescribable; somehow, the water reflecting the clouds lit up by the dying sun managed to be brighter than the clouds themselves. I came down to find my apartment stuffy and close; as I was opening windows, I heard a surprisingly loud cawing and saw a very large crow sitting in the locust right outside my bedroom window. I watched it for a bit before it flew away, pondering the wisdom of my ancestors in viewing it as a bird of ill omen.

I survived, but I did have odd dreams. Were they just a function of how long I slept? All in all, despite the awkwardness of being caught in the wrong manor house at suppertime due to a compromising dalliance, I much preferred my stint as Lord Crawford to my time atop a pyramid as a captive Aztec figurehead the previous night (which I blame entirely on

monshu's choice of t.v. programming). On the other hand, the scrap of human flesh given me to eat by the priests (not to mention the foil-wrapped meat pie) was far tastier than anything likely to come across an English board. Oh, and

bunj, do you know how to wield a Schläger? Judging by my awkwardness attempting to demonstrate the use of one to a flirtatious lady during my tour as a German aristocrat in another dream, I need some serious practice before I ever take one up in a duel. Who knows? It could happen tonight--then where would I be?

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Wow, your dreams sound much cooler than mine. Last night I had a dream that I fell down a flight of stairs. The night before that I dreammed that I had accidently made a $70,000 purchase and would be paying of the debt for the rest of my life.

But then, life's been a little stressful for me lately - thus the stress dreams!

We were reading the arm-length list of possible side-effects for

monshu's new bp meds and one of those that caught our attention was "abnormal dreams". He chuckled and said, "Does that mean my dreams will be more like yours?"

I've never wielded a Schlaeger myself, but I've read descriptions, and have a good idea of the techniques involved. Like so much sword-fighting, it's devolved into a very stylized art, the main intention of which is to get cool scars on your face (which is why everything else is seriously padded, and the face is the only part either party is attacking). Outside of the Mensur (formal duel), I imagine one could use the Schlaeger like any other broadsword (which essentially it is).

If you do get in a sticky situation in one of your dreams, just let me know. I'll send my dream-self right over. It will be a welcome change from some of my chase dreams (though last night I fought off eight guys before high-tailing it, go me!).

That explains my difficulty, then: For some reason, I had it in my head that it was basically a straight-edged sabre (if that makes any sense). That (and being forced to wield it right-handed) led to some pretty piss-poor performance.

If I ever do get into a dream duel, you are like so totally my second. In fact, I'd make you my first if such a thing were permitted. (Sadly, I strongly suspect there's no designated hitter rule in the bylaws of duello.)

For some reason, I had it in my head that it was basically a straight-edged sabre (if that makes any sense).

Well, in essence that's what a broadsword is. Both are slashing weapons. Sabres tend to have a point (for charges), while broadswords (and Schlaegers) do not. I can't remember off-hand if a Schlaeger is double-edged.

If I ever do get into a dream duel, you are like so totally my second. In fact, I'd make you my first if such a thing were permitted. (Sadly, I strongly suspect there's no designated hitter rule in the bylaws of duello.)

From what I understand (and it's not like the code duello isn't, in fact, several similar codes based on time and location) you can have someone else fight for you if are obviously unable to defend your own honor (too old, female, deathly ill, etc.). We could always pretend you've broken your wrist in a riding accident just before the duel.

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