Whatever games I’m playing have a tendency to sink into my dreaming brain after awhile. Depending on what I’ve been glutting on lately, this can be anything from just dreaming in WoW interface (which is still a step up from the text-based dreams of my MUD days) to random encounters. “Oh, no! I’m late for a test I haven’t studied for, and I have to kill all these goddamn undead in the way!”

This doubtless explains why I spent most of sleep last night trying desperately to pack up my belongings because the house had been bought by Mandalorians.

Moving dreams still suck, even if you get a lightsaber.

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