Minecraft is big at our house. Mindfull of how much time time (too much!) I spent in SecondLife, I'm trying to keep my Minecraft play down to about one or three hours a week; my current long-term project is building in creative peaceful single player mode and I'm working on a "Hanging Gardens of Babylon." (Now if someone would be a little more careful about where and how much dynamite they use...)
Last night Mark was figuring out how to ride a horse, and I think that might have been why I dreamt I walked alone on a steep and narrow mountain path through a wooded area. There was something about riding or finding a horse, and I was supposed to meet up Mark and some other friends, but I wound up in a kind of Forrest Ranger chalet structure based loosely on the ranger station near Belknap Hot Springs. There was a CD of music playing in the store, two operatic singers performing something like "Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes," but it might have been something like "Never Weather-Beaten Sail." It was getting late, and I needed to get back, but I made a wrong turn, and wound up not going back on the path along the wooded mountain slope, but to a mix between the Oregon Enchanted Forest and a trailer park.