I might be suffering from RPG withdrawl symptoms

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Last night I dreamed that the TT linear party took a train into the Wyld in order to call out a Fae named Awvlyn from the Middlemarches. (There was also an interactive beforehand, which I hadn't managed to find any of my characters' kit for and spent some time being a Vivamortian villager with a sheepskin-and-leather collar thing which apparently marked us as denizens of that village and being overkilled by Azraelite.) The special effects are always better in dreams :). (The bordermarches of the Wyld had everything go the wrong colour (the grass was blue, the track was yellow) and wavery around the edges; the middlemarches were almost completely reverse colour (maroon-red grass) and the grassy plain turned into a swamp (but we didn't go across the border; two members of the party did, and they immediately went mad and ran off laughing and shouting further into the Wyld).