The first dream I recall from last night began with a spinner (a flying Blade Runner car) overlooking a quiet street corner at night. The two-story buildings had the drab look of an old-fashioned movie set, and further I found a particular building stuffed with stereotypical movie-style toughs and gangsters. At first this was alarming, but five of the gang were surprisingly polite as I explained how to play the old Axis & Allies board game. Another scene seemed to be set an airport waiting lounge where I joined an improvisational RPG with a certain online acquaintance and her young lady friend; we barely began playing, though, when my acquaintance had to leave and I was left with a vast amount of loose paper holding character sheets, game notes and diagrams. She suggested I should keep those in a safe place until we could resume the game again, though it might be a decade or more before then.