Farmville...

In World of Warcraft one's character can engage in a little farming on the side. Not real-life hard-working farming, mind you, which wouldn't translate well into a video game format anyway (well, who knows... video golf games have traditionally been big sellers) but you just stick some seeds in the ground, come back the next day and harvest your plants and stick more seeds in the ground.

The plants are a little fanciful, especially squashes and pumpkins, which appear rooted to the dirt at first glance.

Anyway, in the sleep theater I had by way of dreams last night, I had to get Bobbi to come to the post office to help me pick up a huge pumpkin which Nanny Ogg had shipped me. Even gutted and deflated-looking, the pumpkin was a double armload that had to weigh fifty pounds.

Plus, it was some weird dream-slash-WoW variety of turnip-like pumpkin where the bottom half of the pumpkin was actually the roots of the plant. The whole thing was vaguely anthropomorphic-looking, too, with its bifurcated root... pod... things; shaped sort of like a giant orange vertically-ribbed deflated ginger root.

Anyway, it arrived already gutted, and I needed Bobbi to help carry the big galvanized bucket of seeds and pulp.

Also, there was air travel, flying back from visiting Marko on an 0300 flight out of MHT in a Fokker Trimotor.