I dreamt...

[Brother Kraskor]

... I dreamt that a huge scandal came out. GW had been putting addictive substances into their plastic glue, activated on contact with the air, and it all came out that the reason for their huge success was they had turned hobbyists around the world into junkies. 

 

Have any of you had weird hobby-related dreams? Or should I submit myself to the painglove and think no further of it?

[Rik Lightstar]

... I dreamt that a huge scandal came out. GW had been putting addictive substances into their plastic glue, activated on contact with the air, and it all came out that the reason for their huge success was they had turned hobbyists around the world into junkies. 

 

Have any of you had weird hobby-related dreams? Or should I submit myself to the painglove and think no further of it?

 

Did you by any chance leave your glue bottle open when you went to sleep in the same room?

 

If this was the case I'd have built far more of my models than I actually have 

 

Rik

[lhg033]

... I dreamt that a huge scandal came out. GW had been putting addictive substances into their plastic glue, activated on contact with the air, and it all came out that the reason for their huge success was they had turned hobbyists around the world into junkies. 

 

Have any of you had weird hobby-related dreams? Or should I submit myself to the painglove and think no further of it?

 

it's almost true except its not the air that activates it,.... it's plastic....

 

The closest I've probably gotten on a weird hobby dream has probably been where I've dreamt I've actually finished painting a model/squad that in reality is likely going to be in the pile of shame unbuilt for quite some time.

[techsoldaten]

The only GW-related nightmare I ever had was about a store manager.

 

He took my money and was supposed to be getting a package together. The store was crowded, time passed. People started leaving, the manager never gave me the package. I was standing on the streets and people were telling me I should not have done that.

 

Pronounced feeling of dread throughout. Was more than 10 years ago, still can't forget it.

[bushman101]

Back during 5th ed, I was trying to put a bunch of models together and paint them in time for a tourney ('ard Boyz?).

 

When I went to sleep, I dreamt I was still assembling and painting.

 

I woke up exhausted.

[N1SB]

A few weeks ago I had a vivid dream of my closest Warhammer friends and I, using 40k miniatures, playing a Dungeons & Dragons campaign.  It was a campaign setting based on '80s western cartoons, using D&D's (current) 5th edition rules (I'm sure the dream was inspired by an anime-themed D&D-based RPG called Big Eyes Small Mouth).

 

To avoid trademark issues, even in the dream the custom classes used wordplay to avoid copyright claims.  Thus, a He-Man-themed class was called The He-Ro or something while I played a Transmorpher...basically a Transformer...that resembled my go-to class for 5e, a Druid shapeshifter.

 

There were weird mechanics that emulates how '80s cartoons worked.  Like you would avoid violence involving blood; if you drew an enemy's blood, they go into the berserker frenzy that gives them a massive buff...which explains why He-Man would draw his sword, but sheathe it in a fight and use his fists or grapple someone.  My friend, Timperial Guard, was charging at a horde proxied by my Black Reach Orks, but the Dungeon Master reminded him of this mechanic, so used his Charisma to taunt their leader into a duel, then sheathed his sword and yeeted him into a ditch instead.

 

An adventure didn't end from killing the villain; instead, it ends when you, in-character, tell each other the valuable lesson your character learned, like how cartoons used to shoehorn in something educational at the end of an episode about friendship or teamwork.  We didn't get that far because I was looking for some D10s...

 

...then I woke up.

[tychobi]

A few weeks ago I had a vivid dream of my closest Warhammer friends and I, using 40k miniatures, playing a Dungeons & Dragons campaign. It was a campaign setting based on '80s western cartoons, using D&D's (current) 5th edition rules (I'm sure the dream was inspired by an anime-themed D&D-based RPG called Big Eyes Small Mouth).

 

To avoid trademark issues, even in the dream the custom classes used wordplay to avoid copyright claims. Thus, a He-Man-themed class was called The He-Ro or something while I played a Transmorpher...basically a Transformer...that resembled my go-to class for 5e, a Druid shapeshifter.

 

There were weird mechanics that emulates how '80s cartoons worked. Like you would avoid violence involving blood; if you drew an enemy's blood, they go into the berserker frenzy that gives them a massive buff...which explains why He-Man would draw his sword, but sheathe it in a fight and use his fists or grapple someone. My friend, Timperial Guard, was charging at a horde proxied by my Black Reach Orks, but the Dungeon Master reminded him of this mechanic, so used his Charisma to taunt their leader into a duel, then sheathed his sword and yeeted him into a ditch instead.

 

An adventure didn't end from killing the villain; instead, it ends when you, in-character, tell each other the valuable lesson your character learned, like how cartoons used to shoehorn in something educational at the end of an episode about friendship or teamwork. We didn't get that far because I was looking for some D10s...

 

...then I woke up.

I want to play this RPG so bad. Im rolling up my snork sorcerer right now!

[Evil Eye]

I had a dream a long, long time ago (even made a similar thread to this one about it!) that went like this:

 

So, the Space Marines (as in, ALL the Space Marines) had been called to Holy Terra by Guilliman himself. This was set some time in the "future" of 40K, ahead of official GW canon. Guilliman announced that all the Space Marines that could be upgraded to Primaris Space Marines had been, and the remaining "regular" Astartes were unable to be converted for some reason. He then declared the older Astartes to be "obsolete" and ordered the Primaris Marines to cull their older brothers. Most of the old Marines were cut down, but a handful (including, IIRC, a Primaris or two who refused to go along with this insane plan) escaped. Appalled by the spilling of anointed Astartes blood on Holy Terra of all places, and judging the Primarch to be a traitor of the worst kind, the handful of survivors hatched a plan to put a stop to Guilliman's madness.



They retreated into the Imperial Palace, dodging guards and inquisitorial agents, guided by a mysterious apparition and successfully freeing a captured Marine (why he was captured as opposed to just being slain I don't know, it was a dream after all). They then, through the help of an ancient Inquisitor, discovered and accessed an unmarked part of the Palace- a sanctum deep beneath, containing the most breathtaking discovery of all.



For in this sanctum were the suspended forms of loyal Space Marines from all twenty original Legions, from the days of the Heresy- including loyal members of the Legions that sided with Horus, and a few members of the two missing Legions.

It made sense to reinforce with this ancient coterie of loyal Astartes. However, power to this area was sporadic, so only small amounts could be "defrosted" at a time. They decided to unseal the tombs of the 7 members of the Second Legion- the "Lionguard".



To the heroes' absolute shock (and this is when it became clear the dream was going off the rails) the Lionguard were all women. They revealed that the "Only men can be Space Marines" thing was mostly a load of rubbish...mostly. The gene-seed did work with women, but implantation was far more difficult than with male subjects, survival rates were lower and large amounts of the Legion died prematurely due to disease and mutation as a result of improper zygote bonding, thus further plans for female Astartes were scrapped. However, the Lionguard knew something they believed would bring Guilliman to his knees, but first they had to recover their Primarch.



Unfortunately, at this point I woke up and so the wisdom of the Lionguard was lost forever.

[TPS]

I once dreamt I had a horribly bad game of Warhammer 40k, because all my models were shrunk to Epic scale. When I pointed this out to my opponent, he accused me of cheating.

[Brother Kraskor]

I had a dream a long, long time ago (even made a similar thread to this one about it!) that went like this:

 

So, the Space Marines (as in, ALL the Space Marines) had been called to Holy Terra by Guilliman himself. This was set some time in the "future" of 40K, ahead of official GW canon. Guilliman announced that all the Space Marines that could be upgraded to Primaris Space Marines had been, and the remaining "regular" Astartes were unable to be converted for some reason. He then declared the older Astartes to be "obsolete" and ordered the Primaris Marines to cull their older brothers. Most of the old Marines were cut down, but a handful (including, IIRC, a Primaris or two who refused to go along with this insane plan) escaped. Appalled by the spilling of anointed Astartes blood on Holy Terra of all places, and judging the Primarch to be a traitor of the worst kind, the handful of survivors hatched a plan to put a stop to Guilliman's madness.

 

 

 

They retreated into the Imperial Palace, dodging guards and inquisitorial agents, guided by a mysterious apparition and successfully freeing a captured Marine (why he was captured as opposed to just being slain I don't know, it was a dream after all). They then, through the help of an ancient Inquisitor, discovered and accessed an unmarked part of the Palace- a sanctum deep beneath, containing the most breathtaking discovery of all.

 

 

 

For in this sanctum were the suspended forms of loyal Space Marines from all twenty original Legions, from the days of the Heresy- including loyal members of the Legions that sided with Horus, and a few members of the two missing Legions.

 

It made sense to reinforce with this ancient coterie of loyal Astartes. However, power to this area was sporadic, so only small amounts could be "defrosted" at a time. They decided to unseal the tombs of the 7 members of the Second Legion- the "Lionguard".

 

 

 

To the heroes' absolute shock (and this is when it became clear the dream was going off the rails) the Lionguard were all women. They revealed that the "Only men can be Space Marines" thing was mostly a load of rubbish...mostly. The gene-seed did work with women, but implantation was far more difficult than with male subjects, survival rates were lower and large amounts of the Legion died prematurely due to disease and mutation as a result of improper zygote bonding, thus further plans for female Astartes were scrapped. However, the Lionguard knew something they believed would bring Guilliman to his knees, but first they had to recover their Primarch.

 

 

 

Unfortunately, at this point I woke up and so the wisdom of the Lionguard was lost forever.

 

I want to know the Lionguard's wisdom!!

[Guest Triszin]

I had a dream angron got a sweet model in 40k

[BadgersinHills]

I had a dream where a bunch of Horus Heresy starter boxes were released and it was a great time. Other hobby related dreams usually have me owning minis/bundles that have been conjured up by my mind.

[Redcomet]

I had a dream where GW and Bandai did a collaboration on making a plastic Warhound. So using all the Gunpla tech. No glue needed and fully poseable upon completion.

 

I was SO disappointed when I woke up

[Guest Triszin]

I had a dream where GW and Bandai did a collaboration on making a plastic Warhound. So using all the Gunpla tech. No glue needed and fully poseable upon completion.

 

I was SO disappointed when I woke up

i dont know if that would be cheaper... or more expensive than FW

[tychobi]

I dreamed that I could make a living doing hobby content. Sometimes dreams come true!

[Redcomet]

 

 

I had a dream where GW and Bandai did a collaboration on making a plastic Warhound. So using all the Gunpla tech. No glue needed and fully poseable upon completion.

 

I was SO disappointed when I woke up

i dont know if that would be cheaper... or more expensive than FW

A Perfect Grade Gundam is similar size, and they go for 200-250$ ish

[Guest Triszin]

 

 

I had a dream where GW and Bandai did a collaboration on making a plastic Warhound. So using all the Gunpla tech. No glue needed and fully poseable upon completion.

 

I was SO disappointed when I woke up

i dont know if that would be cheaper... or more expensive than FW

A Perfect Grade Gundam is similar size, and they go for 200-250$ ish

 

after having just watched a video on a perfect grade...

 

ya, gw should totally team up with them and have them make titans.

[N1SB]

I just had a dream almost certainly inspired by recent events, like the Advent Calendar reveals and Henry Caville talking about Warhammer and Christmas generally.

 

I somehow found myself in a wargaming club, but it was fancy, like this gentlemen's club, in a manor house or some old castle, big fancy leather chairs and fireplaces.

 

Somewhere inside, there was this Advent Calendar thing.  You know, you open the little box corresponding to the date or whatever, take out the little gift.  Me being me, instead of just taking 1, I took 5.  These were blister packs of miniatures I had never seen yet, or upgrade kits.

 

I only remember 1 of the 5.  It was an upgrade kit for a Vehicle, of a Priest preaching from like a hatch, so his miniature is only his waist up.  You know it's like the Techmarine that comes with a Land Raider or the Commissar model posing out of a Leman Russ hatch?  It's like that, but Ecclesiarch.

 

That miniature, clearly an upgrade kit to some Imperial Guard Chimera or a Sororitas Rhino, was so remarkable that I thought if there was some upgrade to a Vehicle where a Priest could give some melee buff to Infantry around it, and made a mental note to ask my friend Timperial Guard.

 

This was quite a haul, so I'm having trouble carrying them.  I go into a room looking for a table or something to just put them down, stack them properly, adjust my grip.  I walk in, and instantly see and recognise a member of this posh wargaming club.  It wasn't Henry Caville.

 

It was Bill Nighy, famous for his role as Viktor in the Underworld series, Davey Jones in Pirates of the Caribbean, Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and many other roles.  At 1st, I was a little bit surprised, but then I thought about him being Viktor and reckoned he must've played Vampire: the Masquerade.

 

I look at the blister packs I took and he's sideglancing at me, so I tell him, "I took 5, I'm not sure if I was only supposed to take 1."

 

Now even when not playing a Vampire Elder or Pirate Cthulhu, Billy Nighy has a very interesting way of speaking, through subtle intonations he loads up each word with a lot of implied meaning, even when he's speaking softly...especially when he's speaking softly.  His voice is quiet, nonchalant, but he just projects it so he's very clear.

 

"Well, you're supposed to take 5," Bill Nighy starts, but then inserts some small print in his declaration, "but only if you're a member."  I just stumbled into this fancy wargame club perused by Hollywood Elite, so I certainly wasn't one.  Then he adds, "So let me be the 1st to congratulate and welcome you into our club."

 

It was a very classy thing to do by Bill Nighy.  Instead of having to deal with me as a thief, he made me a member, because he's a senior club founder or something.

 

Then some other boring non-Warhammer stuff happened and eventually I woke up.

[tinpact]

When I was a kid I had a dream I woke up and found some toy or another in my closet - then I actually woke up and was, of course, crushed when I looked in my closet. Fast forward to a couple weeks ago...

 

Had a good chuckle with that memory, though.

[Brother Kraskor]

I just had a dream almost certainly inspired by recent events, like the Advent Calendar reveals and Henry Caville talking about Warhammer and Christmas generally.

 

I somehow found myself in a wargaming club, but it was fancy, like this gentlemen's club, in a manor house or some old castle, big fancy leather chairs and fireplaces.

 

Somewhere inside, there was this Advent Calendar thing.  You know, you open the little box corresponding to the date or whatever, take out the little gift.  Me being me, instead of just taking 1, I took 5.  These were blister packs of miniatures I had never seen yet, or upgrade kits.

 

I only remember 1 of the 5.  It was an upgrade kit for a Vehicle, of a Priest preaching from like a hatch, so his miniature is only his waist up.  You know it's like the Techmarine that comes with a Land Raider or the Commissar model posing out of a Leman Russ hatch?  It's like that, but Ecclesiarch.

 

That miniature, clearly an upgrade kit to some Imperial Guard Chimera or a Sororitas Rhino, was so remarkable that I thought if there was some upgrade to a Vehicle where a Priest could give some melee buff to Infantry around it, and made a mental note to ask my friend Timperial Guard.

 

This was quite a haul, so I'm having trouble carrying them.  I go into a room looking for a table or something to just put them down, stack them properly, adjust my grip.  I walk in, and instantly see and recognise a member of this posh wargaming club.  It wasn't Henry Caville.

 

It was Bill Nighy, famous for his role as Viktor in the Underworld series, Davey Jones in Pirates of the Caribbean, Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and many other roles.  At 1st, I was a little bit surprised, but then I thought about him being Viktor and reckoned he must've played Vampire: the Masquerade.

 

I look at the blister packs I took and he's sideglancing at me, so I tell him, "I took 5, I'm not sure if I was only supposed to take 1."

 

Now even when not playing a Vampire Elder or Pirate Cthulhu, Billy Nighy has a very interesting way of speaking, through subtle intonations he loads up each word with a lot of implied meaning, even when he's speaking softly...especially when he's speaking softly.  His voice is quiet, nonchalant, but he just projects it so he's very clear.

 

"Well, you're supposed to take 5," Bill Nighy starts, but then inserts some small print in his declaration, "but only if you're a member."  I just stumbled into this fancy wargame club perused by Hollywood Elite, so I certainly wasn't one.  Then he adds, "So let me be the 1st to congratulate and welcome you into our club."

 

It was a very classy thing to do by Bill Nighy.  Instead of having to deal with me as a thief, he made me a member, because he's a senior club founder or something.

 

Then some other boring non-Warhammer stuff happened and eventually I woke up.

 

This is brilliant!