Just woke from a dream that TSR somehow, miraculously started business again here in Southern Wisconsin, and all my old friends were back.
I got a misrouted phone message for Monte Cook, and while searching for his office came across Thomas Reid, Steve Winter, and Bill Connors, before meeting Bill Slavicsek and Michelle Carter having a picnic in an indoor park the company had built in its new furniture division.
That’s about the time the dream became lucid enough I realized its unreality (though I’m hoping Bill and Miko in particular wake from similarly lucid dreams today).
Sadly, TSR is dead, eaten, and digested. It isn’t coming back. But the creative friendships remain. I need to contact some people today, to let them know they’re on my mind.