A Dream

Two nights ago I had the most amazing, but now unfortunately very blurred dream. As far as I recall I was living in a quirky little bungalo with Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer and a mystery male who I can no longer place. Nothing particularly special happened, just mundane household chores and for some reason the odd boardgame. I've never been a big boardgame player and have no recollection of any of the other parties involved ever so much as mentioning such trivial activities, but such is the world of dreams.