Jeremy related to me today a cool dream that he had last night. In it he saw Darth Vader kill his father, who was a marionette with his strings cut, lying in bed. Later Jeremy was both Luke and himself and went off to kill Vader.

You know how when most people tell you their dreams and your eyes glaze over from boredom? This wasn’t one of those dreams. I instantly thought this was one of the coolest premises for a dream I’ve ever heard. I mean, can you all see the myriad of layers there are in just those two sentences? Freud could have a field day!