Dreams.

How disgusted I am by your comment; it immediately evokes the smell of dice, charlatans, loot, overpowered builds, discussions about someone's element, giggling from immature, ill-mannered schoolchildren, magical amulets around necks, an elven forest, bandits on the outskirts, birch trees, a 50-ton giant groaning, tavern conversations, portals, scrolls, two-handed swords bought on credit, mages in bright, baggy clothes, mysteriously idiotic smiles from young paladins in the crypts of dark castles, a dragon's trail in the sky above a provincial town, the first levels of nimble, fair-haired rogues, begging for quests like dogs from NPCs.