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Scott Hardie | September 26, 2001
I went to bed at 11pm and had a long, vivid dream about the usual gaming group, Dave, Jon, Kat, Jesse, and Kelly. The five of them were playing a game out in the rest of the house while I slept or pretended to sleep in the bedroom. I could hear them. They were killing off my characters, PCs and NPCs alike. I had asked them to wait for me before starting to play, or to wake me up, but they'd done neither. When I left the room and walked into where they were, they glanced at me for a second, then went back to what they were doing. I feeling of abandonment was so painful that it woke me up (at 4am).