I had an extremely vivid dream last night that Darth Vader was still alive and I was Luke Skywalker's daughter being held in an Imperial Prison for interrogation.
I had no idea that I was Force-sensitive or that Vader was my Grandfather, and I couldn't figure out why things in my cell that were meant to "break" me for interrogation kept malfunctioning and turning off.
They noticed and came into my cell to try to fix the problem by replacing all of the equipment and furniture. I got a cut on my hand and they even took the scrap of fabric I had used to stop the bleeding.
After they left, of course I discovered that the door didn't lock. So I was watching and listening through a tiny gap, waiting for a good moment to try to escape, when I heard the medical staff saying "No, we just tested her blood, her midichlorian count is 26,000."
I was stunned because I couldn't understand why Luke never told me, because he had to have known. I knew I had to act fast at that point though, because they'd never let me stay in a regular cell now.
And then I woke up... damn it.
