On Saturday night I dreampt that some Aztecs had buried a bunch of bones somewhere. They tried to hide them well, bhe Spaniards came and dug them up and they turned into animated skeletons that went around killing people. They were really hard to get rid of once dug up, and I spend the rest of the dream with a bunch of other people trying to bury them again.

Dreams from last night:

• I found Potts in the fridge. He was missing most of his body. It turned out Luke was replacing him with a new Potts every year. The one in the fridge was still half alive and tried to paw at me.
• I was making some long vertical shafts in a doom level. It sort of resembled a level from a dream I had years ago.
• YC and I were floating around in space looking at the moon, and I was telling her how important it was. I had to leave her there for a while with a styrofoam mat to sit on while I went to make sure the moon's orbit was OK.