I cant remember any diabolo related dream, but often I cant sleep because new ideas for tricks and combos are going through my head
Alright, ill go first while i'm at it.This happened last night actually. I had a dream about me loosing all my diabolos in some huge gutter that was pretty deep (but you can still see the diabolos). The water in it was rising, and I was somehow getting some out with a long string and wrapping one by one. The strange thing in the dream was that there were my diabolos in there... but also like 20 more. I also have another one that I remember.It was a few months ago, so I might have forgotten some things. So I guess I traveled to some diabolo camp or convention for a vacation (that will be cool if they have summer camps wouldn’t it?), and there were lots of diaboloists. But it wasn’t like any other camp. This camp or convention grouped 3 diaboloists together; I think it was me, Matt Hall, and Matt Brown in my group. Anyways we were in groups of three, and the competition was to reach some prize in which we had to go through the jungle and many obstacles. So the thing started, there must have been at least 15 groups, and we all set out to get the prize. First off, there were not much difficult obstacles to get passed but we also had to use our diabolos to hit switches high up which opened up some pathways, suicides to cut down trees and plants in our way, and other tricks to do other various tasks. It is like the skills of the diabolo were not used just for fun, but survival as well. So yeah, me, matt, and matt_ were on the adventure still, but all of a sudden we reached some huge lake in our way. The light that beamed through the heavy canopy above gleamed off of the water and lit up the place we were in. There were a few boats in the lake, and we all hopped into one. There were also other contenders that we saw getting nearby (we were second by the way; I think some people in the MFP were first). So we got into the boats, but the only problem was that there were no oars... and this was a weird part but we used our diabolos as propellers to go faster. So all three of us were speeding the diabolos as fast as we can. Me on the left with a very well spun 2 diabolos, Matt on the right also with 2, and Brown at the back center of the boat with an extremely spun up one diabolo. Hall and I both put our 2d shuffles in hyperloops and placed them in the water, resulting in our boat darting forward at like 20 mph, and matt_ put his in giving extra speed, but brown was more of the rudder of the whole dealie. The diabolos did not loose much speed as they were in the water, and many bubbles came out of all the spin from the diabolos with their cups faced to the back way of the boat. We did this for quite a few times, spinning then placing them back into the water, but finally we reached the other side. Diabolos all dripping, and somewhat wet ourselves, we hopped off the boat and continued our adventure. We did not exactly know where we were going, but as we put a diabolo in excalibur mode it acted as a compass after catching a genocide from it, with the stick pointing to where our next path will be. So we followed it, getting pretty tired now. It must have been a few hours since this contest started. Not too long after the boat and river, we reached our next obstacle. This one was way more fearsome. Ahead of our trio was a huge hole (or trench) blocking the path. It seemed almost endless, but as I looked into it I could barely see a floor in the darkened ditch as my head got dizzy and I felt as if though I were getting sucked into it. There seemed to be no way to get passed this... but moments later all three of us saw a thin wooden plank that was atop some very long columns coming from the bottom of the hole. The other side was not too far away, but it was very scary nonetheless. So all three got out one diabolo, and went into infinite suicide to help balance as we crossed. As we got to the end of the plank, we were trapped as we found some other plank all molded out. It was also too far to jump, and by now our diabolos were spinning at a good rate. Matt hall, being the first on the plank of the group looked into the canopy and noticed that there was a low branch that you can probably hit with a genocide and swing across, so each of us did that, but we all lost a diabolo from not catching it with the genocide, and as the last one of us swung across we broke the branch in order to not loose our tangled handsticks either. Finally, it seemed that our journey was almost over. We had come to a huge wall in our path, and lots of trees were cleared out, making one huge circle in front of the wall that had a diabolo carving on it. Here we saw another group, the MFP which consisted of Priam, Tony, and Trash. The three of them, dressed in their popular black performing suits stepped towards us, and we knew that a battle would take place right in that cleared circle. And unfortunately this is when I woke up, and I was kind of pissed off that I did, because the dream was real cool. So I don’t really know how, but the dream somewhat inspired me because in it there were many skilled diaboloists, and it did also take great skill to get passed the obstacles (although many seemed illogical). I tried to tell the dream as best I could remember, and also added extra details to help imagine it better.Hope to hear some of your guys dreams as well!
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