I can only remember bits and pieces of one dream from last night, and it was pretty short. Morrigan from Dragon Age was looking for her father, but there were some men, mercenaries maybe, looking for her, and I'm pretty sure they wanted to kill her.... I was with her and another woman — nobody specific, just a construct — and there was this dead white tree on the top of a short bluff. The girl and I climbed into the tree, and Morrigan hunkered down among the roots and threw a bedsheet over her head to hide. It wasn't the most cunning disguise, and when the men showed up the woman and I had to pass a D&D-style speech check to convince them we hadn't seen her.
Then we all rode away on the back of a tortoise. It wasn't a particularly big tortoise, as far as tortoises go — about standard Galapagos size, I'd say, but we all managed to fit on top of its shell somehow.
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Yeah, so that's pretty standard as far as my dreams go. In fact, I'd say it was entirely unremarkable. My dreams are
weird.
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