I dreamt that I was running late, and was getting ready to leave from my mom's house. I was in my mom's room with the overhead light on, laptop on the bed as I got my shit together. the bed was my parents' old kingsize with that cheap blanket on it they used to have with the funky square weave.

my friend in warcraft whose name I don't know, started talking to me in YIM. the name she was using was "angela swarthie", apparently a reference to british literature that I did not know. we talked for a long time, probably half an hour, before I actually noticed that we were talking outside the warcraft game framework. then, I was surprised, pleased, and embarassed all at the same time. the conversation was intense, and in YIM, not proteus which is what I usually use on the laptop. I promised to make sure I was accessible during the day.