Part of a longer and less coherent dream.

The Monkey is running from her enemy, who is sometimes a beautiful woman and sometimes a massive golden wasp. She enters an old building and gallops down a rusting spiral stairwell. It descends a very long way.

At the bottom, she finds a world where it is always dark - the only light comes from women's faces. Here there lives a small tribe of warrior women who have clusters of blue lights on their faces, like freckles. The Monkey finds that these lights have come to rest on her face, too.

The women offer to fight with the Monkey against her enemy, because she has become one of them. But the Monkey wonders how they will feel if, when the Wasp comes, she too gains lights.

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The less coherent parts of the dream involved Miles Vorkosigan apparently travelling to Azeroth just as Cataclysm was going live, to deal with someone who wants to assassinate Mark. Meanwhile Mark somehow catches aggro from one of those Elite red dragons flying around near the Dragonmaw Gates. Geez, Mark. How do you even do that? It took me forever to get a shot in on one of those things.