Dreamt of walking through a warehouse-type store so large that it had housing for its employees. I stopped in the cafeteria for lunch. After a moment, I realized there was a woman with crutches and crooked legs at the small, circular table with me. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t see you sitting there. Do you mind if I join you?” We hit it off and she talked about the net-bed in her apartment, her hopes for earning enough money to move out of the store into her own place, and her interest in Dungeons & Dragons. I suggested we play together some time, but warned her I didn’t have a lot of experience being Dungeon Master.