Game Fatale

I had a long and involved dream about buying Warhammer for the store.

Warhammer is a very detailed tabletop game, involving miniatures. Think of the movies with the wacky English lord moving armies across a table landscape, and you get the picture. The games and figures are relatively expensive, but also kind of cool. You paint them, and then play them.

But they aren't a small commitment, in time or space or money. And basically, I don't think I can do them. There has always been someone in town who has taken on this task, and more power to them. Unless I intend to play the game myself, which I can't imagine, I'm better off letting someone else do it.

The store in the dream was nothing like the real store. The Warhammer game in the dream was nothing like the real game.

So what was the message of the dream?

There was an interesting quote in today's paper about gardening. A 70 year old gardener is talking about 'simplifying' , but can't seem to cut back on the plants she buys. (I heard my Mom talking about cutting back for years, but she never could...)

"We talk about simplifying, but the whole joy of gardening is being creative. And creativity usually means adding."

What I find in my store is that adding also forces me to be creative about the rest of my store. And that I'm generally unhappy just resting on my product, no matter how extensive it is.

Warhammer has always been enticing. Like a beautiful dame who's clearly dangerous.

Given enough time space and money, I probably would attempt it. But it isn't possible.

There's enough going on in my store to stay creative, so my subconscious needs to get real.

Get real, sub-conscious!