Dreaming of arguments as to why two groups of people shouldn't kill each other, including impassioned speeches on why it's okay not to follow in the steps of ones ancestors, is not a particularly restful way to sleep.

Or, after waking up and going back to sleep, of cave dwellers in an advanced tech wasteland beset by failing infrastructure, insect swarms, bounty hunters, and fellow space travelers (less stressful but still very busy).

Sometimes I wonder if I could turn dreams into stories.