The earliest part of the dream I remember was being at our latest location for Games-Club-in-Exile, looking through the rules for an expansion set for Light Speed that had just come out. I have vague memories of three of the new ships: one that could fire through multiple ships, one that could move during the scoring phase, and one that could split in two. I don’t remember how either of the latter two worked in play, but the first actually seems plausible.
Then I was in Seattle, visiting the Murkworks.
mamishka’s apartment had just had a fire, but not a serious one, nobody hurt (not even the cat), no serious damage. If she does get a fire now, I get serious psychic cred points, no?
Anyway, there was a whole crowd of Murk folks and their friends around. Then some guys showed up and started trying to sell folks on the idea of staging this production of some kind of weird parodic combination of Cats and Fiddler on the Roof that contained all sorts of anti-Palestinian propaganda and insults. For some reason, in the dream, I had the feeling these guys were Lubavitchers, even though they were dressed more like archetypal sabras. (Hey, look, there’s a Japanese girlie mag called Sabra!)
And, um, there was something about a car. And snakes, and I was barefoot.