Last night I dreamt that I was King Graham (or maybe Prince Alexander) in King's Quest—this dream was not in pixels, though—and my sidekick and I were trying to save a princess from an evil genius.
Anyway, we snuck into the evil genius's lair with the help of one of his minions. We found the princess and freed her from her chains. Then someone heard us, and we had to run. The lair was a medieval castle, until suddenly we ran into a modern gymnasium with computers in it. I thought, Oh, this is one of those things where they purposely put modern things in the past, like steampunk. We locked the door we'd came through, but all the other doors were also locked.
The evil genius and his minions were coming, and we had to convince the good minion who'd helped us this far to open a trap door in the floor. And then I woke up and it was only two-thirty.
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