So last night, in my dream, I was talking with Jason Fried (of 37 Signals, whom I do not know, but just read an article about) about BSG. He was complaining that it sucked, while I was arguing that we should be doing more to save Hera when in walked my sister (whom I’ve not read about, but was thinking about yesterday), with Hera, asking if I could look after her while she and Alistair (who, in my dream, looked like the pixelated sprite that he is) could go see a movie.
Jason then left, and Hera and I played Carcassone.
She fell ill and [Dr.
House](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_%28TV_series%29) came in and started growing tentacles which he used to examine her.
Meanwhile, the room had shifted to some kind of O.R. and I could see a variety of my friends all sitting up in the observation room laughing, eating popcorn.
Clearly, I need a break from my media consumption!