Well, there it is, my first Breath of the Wild dream

Day 14. 12 pages, 5,250 words.

Over the weekend, I played a lot of The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. I’ll try not to ramble about it too much, not many people are interested in listening to other people talking about video games. But (just to set the scene within the dream) there are these mini-game bonus dungeons in the game, called shrines. Complete four of them, and you gain enough Spirit Orbs to earn yourself another heart in your health bar or segment in your stamina wheel.

Doesn’t really matter. Thing is, there’s 120 of these mini-games scattered through the map – some of them sitting out in the open, some of them hidden cunningly or hard to reach, some of them completely concealed until you complete a quest whereupon the shrine pops out of the ground. And once you’ve done all 120 of them, you’re awarded with a special armour set: the Armor of the Wild.


Including the fabulous Short-Shorts of the Wild.
Note: Not my screencap. This guy’s got the set, and has apparently collected all the dragon parts necessary to boost it to four stars. Impressive, but not important. Anyway it’s the classic Link outfit, that’s the point.

So over the weekend I finished all the shrines and got the set, which is pretty weak at first until I can get it boosted. But I got it.

And then last night I found myself having a dream where I was playing the game and had found a 121st shrine. I was tooling around somewhere on the map, and my little shrine proximity sensor started going off (that’s also a thing in the game, you have like a metal detector that tells you when there’s a shrine nearby, and it doesn’t bleep for completed shrines or for shrines that require a quest before appearing), and I was just about to find it.

I remember thinking, as I played, that I’d have to remember where the shrine was so I could go and find it when I’m actually playing, and not just dreaming about playing. I also remember wondering if maybe it was some sort of bonus that had been uploaded into the game during an update or something.

But then I woke up.

– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while sitting in the carpark.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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1 Response to Well, there it is, my first Breath of the Wild dream

  1. Hee! I know exactly what you mean, here. Congratulations, you’re finally a gamer!

    *runs away*

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