Except that my dreams have a tendency to switch perspectives a lot, so suddenly I'm my own stalker, about to go on trial, in this quasi-fantasy setting, in front of a bunch of knights. And I say, aloud, in my dream "Oh, come on! You expect me to role-play my own stalker?! *Sigh* Well...okay...give me a minute..." And somehow I get into character, and face the assembled knights, and enter a plea of not-guilty-by-reason-of-insanity, which annoys the knights to no end, but I recognize the judge who's also a slimeball that I used to work with back in some other city somewhere, and I get off scot-free and go wandering through the hills talking to my buddy and asking how the heck he wound up here impersonating a judge, whereupon we're set upon by something that I suspect was a Marsh Lurker from one of the Zangarmarsh quests, and am buried in angry sentient vegetation. A long-suffering knight was hacking us both loose when Ben came and sat on my chest to register his interest in food.
From this we can probably determine:
A) My brain has some truly strange coping mechanisms.
B) I am playing too much WoW.
*Hellfire Peninsula. God, I hate that area.