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I dreamed Leverage this morning, sort of, where for some reason the team was based out of the house I lived in when I was 8. But I dreamed there was me instead of Hardison. Like, there hadn't been him ever, always me. And the reasons for that dream are kind of obvious, Eliot and Parker taking up as much of my brain space as they do, but I still want to just go and apologise to Hardison. And Eliot and Parker. And the team. That's just not cool. Joining in is fine, but not swapping out.

Also I would make a terrible hacker. Though dreams never care about that, all the skillz all the time in dreams. But in this one I was mostly doing martial arts with found objects, and questioning people. The alternate uses for a detachable hood were pretty cool. It's like a garrotte that keeps the rain off.

... see this is why I keep planning to write stuff, because otherwise I have no excuse for the stuff the inside of my head seems to be full of.