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7/3/2011 A Minecraft-esque dream. I am building some kind of fort for a home base. There is a horrible creeper attack. First one blows a hole in the wall by the storeroom. I rush in to fix it, and his buddies creep in and finish me. I respawn and am trying to work back up to what I had. I get a few items back from my death. A brigand npc captures the Vaarsuvius npc (from the Order of the Stick), but I am not prepared to be able to rescue V. I am adding potato chips to raise walls because it is all I have. There are planes flying through a tunnel in the mountain with a lava river and lavafall. They are dropping water to turn the lava into sandstone. J offers to help rescue V. A couple other npcs come too, one being a famous adventurer dressed in tan with a tan hat and white hair and whiskers. We descend into the cave, but the footing is precarious, and there is lava. I tell my mom not to step in that shiny stuff on the step (it would be better to fall and break a leg than to step in that). She jumps over it, too far, too clumsy, and falls in the lava. That is NOT what I meant. J and I desperately reach in and pull her out. I feel so bad and guilty that it happened that I am even distressed after I wake up. Then I realize it cannot have been real lava because it did not hurt to reach in. I did not want to remember this one.