You went to bed exhausted, Tark, worn out by a day of wrestling with the nature of evil, and so you were not expecting a night of dreams. Thus you are justly surprised when you find yourself suddenly standing in your bedroom, clad in white robes, looking down at your sleeping form. The version of you on the bed is clearly in an almost unnaturally deep trance; muscles completely relaxed, eyes rolled back into the head, breathing so shallow as to be almost imperceptible. Examining it more closely, you see a golden cord extending from its forehead, you follow it to its far end, which turns out to the back of your neck...