I had a dream that the game developers conference was being held in a ghost town at night. My girlfriend and I attended, and at one point we climbed into an abandoned tree-fort to hide from gangsters wandering the streets. We met some coworkers in the tree fort, and we all did psychedelic drugs together. Afterwards an old friend and college buddy of mine arrived, and he had somehow placed his head onto the body of a bodybuilder. We caught up on news and events, and then left the fort when morning began to approach.
An lead artist of mine met us on the street, and asked us to identify the age of the tree near the fort we spent the night in, but we argued over the best method to do so, and protested the idea when he suggested cutting the tree down, which would have toppled our small hideout.
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