I don’t have vivid dreams very often.

But when I do, I remember things like being a fugitive on the run after being framed for a murder of the royal family in China and having to orchestrate a tactical airborne incursion to infiltrate a heavily guarded fortress with my roommate Taylor in order to reach the Empress’ hot daughter and return to her a broken brass letter opener to prove my innocence all the while being pursued by the American Secret Service and intermittently finding myself in the middle of their grand ball where all of the attendees are dancing some type of bizarre twist-foxtrot hybrid.

Hell yes.

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