last night i dreamt about gabe newell coming to my house. he came in a black SUV with helicopters circling overhead and he was communicating with his security team over an earpiece. we gave him a tour of the house and he said "i really like the spanish influence on this house. i slept with my lance last night". i'm guessing the spanish comment and his beard made me think of don quixote? so that's where that ridiculous line came. i was sitting on the couch and he jumped and floated slowly in the air until he landed perfectly on the couch, the entire time i was scouching to the side so he doesn't hit me with his legs in the air. then the topic switched to him staying over for a meal, there was food on the table but his security team called him and he left. it felt so realistic because i could hear the helicopters circling the entire time.