Sith encounter on the orc farm

In some kind of cross between WoW and Star Wars, I was walking through some semi-arid farming territory once owned by humans, but now taken over by orcs. I walked up close to a medium-size crop field where an orc on a ridiculously small (like, clown car sized) harvester was rolling through and gathering up spinach.

To the side of this field, I encountered three sith figures wearing cloaks with hoods, standing side by side and sort of blocking my way. It was clear that I had come to talk to them. The middle one was Palpatine, the one on the right may have been Anakin Skywalker, but I can't remember. I didn't realize it at first, but the one on the left (who I stared at for a few seconds because I could swear there was a little face carved into his big, dark chin) turned out to be Darth Maul.

In any case, this encounter turned out to be mostly for show, as one of the two on the outside suddenly drew his lightsaber and immediately killed Palpatine.

Chairman Mao, the gryphon thief

Greg and I went to rescue our gryphon from Chairman Mao's palace where it was being held. Mao had also stolen a life-size ornamental replica gryphon and we were going to try to get that back too. We managed to find our gryphon in a very large, tall, ornamented room, and set him loose, but it wasn't strong enough to fly us out. So, without that convenient escape mechanism, we decided to put off stealing back the replica gryphon (which we believed was somewhere on the top floor, while we were still at ground level now). We sent the gryphon flying back to camp, and followed after it, running. We all made it back to camp, which was across the street, without incident.

Racheem's love

Later dream involved AOL Instant Messenger. I had apparently logged on for the first time in a very long time. A few people started bombarding me with messages, including one whose screen name was "Alyssa" and whose icon was the face of a magenta-haired female night elf from WoW. Apparently we were online friends from when I used to play TFC, and, although it hadn't been obvious to me, she was obsessed with me. She reminded me that her first name was "Racheem" (an image of her popped into my mind -- thin, hispanic or middle eastern, dark medium length hair -- above shoulder --, medium-short height, late teens). Interesting that I could now read all this text when I had seen none during my earlier lucid dream. She went on and on about this and that -- there was one point where she said she "sent my arm to her friend" -- accompanied by an image of me and ?Neil sitting on a couch (in Cantilever Ct. basement?) with a gag-arm hanging next to us. After answering other people's IMs, I had trouble figuring out how to go back to hers (the interface was atypical -- large window with tabs at the top -- new IMs had light blue tab text). When I finally clicked back, she had written four or five paragraph-long messages -- a few glimpses indicated that she was making some kind of emotionally charged confession. However, I saw that she had signed off while I had been clicked away. Then for some reason, her entire tab disappeared and I was annoyed that I couldn't read it. Wondered to myself whether it had been logged somewhere, but couldn't find it.