I was at an animal shelter and someone came in saying that someone had dropped off some guinea pigs. She was cradling one (a big, ugly, calico thing) in her arms, and carrying a paper bag with a baby inside. I took out the baby and held it.

A group of us was in our kitchen trying to call Tito (Titu) for advice on SWON Xbox submissions. We had a picture of him with big heart-shaped cutouts where his eyes would be, and pictures beneath; we had to erase the pictures in his eyes to call him. Eventually he showed up, as Molly and I tried to cower behind the refrigerator. He looked like Cervantes from Soul Calibur–a big, gray-haired, blazing-eyed pirate with two swords.

In another part of the dream I was in a big elaborate bedchamber on a spaceship. I’d gotten lost. There was a fancy ceremonial kimono laid out for me to wear for a conference with Darth Vader if I continued through the rooms. I decided to turn around instead. I was afraid of Darth Vader.