Young and Full of Fluff

I had a dream that the role of Han Solo in Star Wars was played by Jeff Goldblum.

That would have been a very different movie. Veeeeery different. But I kind of want to see it.

I dreamt last night that chuckro was teaching a college course on D&D. There were about thirty students, and he made us all roll up extremely wimpy characters for a campaign that would only last two classes. He killed my character in the first five minutes.

But wait - it gets better! He was so enthusiastic that he ran over one of the players. Why he was driving and DMing, I do not know. When he got out of the car to check, he forgot to set the parking brake and the car rolled over three more players.

And then chuckro accidentally called me on my cell phone, waking me up from his D&D roller derbie from hell. Strange.

What is it with my dreams lately?

On Friday night I dreamt that Britney Spears was bludgeoned to death by her husband.

Last night I dreamt Mark Hamill was dead. Granted, I was more broken up about the latter than the former. And the shocking part about last night's dream was that he had died over a year ago and I was only just hearing about it - which, if he did die, I'm on enough mailing lists that I'd hear about it an hour after the fact.