Dreams.

Amka and I were chatting on Skype, and then suddenly some incredibly awesome lag happened – I got the ability to write on Amka’s behalf and edit his posts. I managed to scribble “I’m a d*ck” in his style :3, and my omnipotence kept growing and growing until, instead of my desktop, I saw Amka’s desktop, where I could do whatever I wanted. I had a fleeting thought that Amka was also controlling my computer at that moment, but that thought disappeared when he (Amka) deleted all the files and shortcuts from his desktop for some reason.