How disturbing is it to dream about Batmud? Should I be worried? This is what I dreamed: I arrive at an apartment building. It looks a bit dirty and very depressing, due to the grey colours and the seemingly endless row of windows and cheap front doors. A level 25 ranger giant rings at the doors. As soon as an inhabitant opens the door, he enters, kills everyone, makes a mess of the house, and leaves again. He is strong and tall, broad-shouldered, and his eyes are sympathetic. He asks me if I wanted to killed the inhabitants of the next apartment. I ask him if they are not too tough and he tells me they are about 1k each. He rings the bell and a man opens the door. I push the door open and arrive in the hall. The man leaves to the adjacent living room and the ranger and I follow him. The room is small, with very common furniture. it has an air of efficiency. The persons who live here did the best they could with the limited space they have and made a cosy place for two people who are young, in love and happy to be with each other. I cast Acid Rain and it is nothing like I imagined. No rain or water or acid appears. Instead, a beam from my watch rapidly burns the man and leaves a small pile of ashes behind. The ranger and I sit down in the comfortable couch and look around to admire the house. I am about to make us a cup of tea, when we hear a noise from upstairs. I remember that this is the house where the wife is taking a bath, so I climb up the stairs en enter the bathroom. The bathroom has the same cosy feeling as the living room, it is small, the furniture is not very special but every piece is in the right place and of the right size. The wife stand in front of me and is very afraid. She climbed out of the bath to see what was going on and water drips from her slender body to the floor. I decide to use Vampiric Blow. Since this is a strange combination of the real world and Batmud, I carry no sword. Instead, I take out my keys and jam them hard in her groin, where her main artery runs. She bleeds heavily and is very scared. I try to calm her and hold her close in my arms while I whisper soothing words to her. I feel the warmth of her body and her shivering almost makes me feel sorry for her. She leans in my arms like she trust me. It feels very intimate. When the bleeding stops, I pull out my keys and jam them hard in her shoulder, cutting another artery. Blood streams like a fountain from the wound and she shivers and dies in a massive pool of blood. I cut her belly open to suck her soul in my keys, which causes her intestines to spill on the floor. I have to agree with the ranger that these persons are not very hard to kill. He nods approvingly at me and goes away to finish the rest of the apartment building, while I choose to walk around a bit and regret the absence of a forest. At that point I wake up and feel a bit worried. Our imagination is indeed the most powerful graphic device we have, especially if it joins forces with dreams. So powerful that it scares me. Do I mud too much? Or am I just sick?