So I had a dream that I watched the next Star Wars movie and that for the most part all these new characters were introduced and then killed right off again, but the best part was Liam Neeson's force ghost coming down the stairs at the end, weighing 400 pounds, wearing the clothes he arrived in at the studio and smoking a cigarette. He spouts some kind of crap that was supposed to be meaningful but ultimately pointless, and I'm laughing too hard at the absurdity of it all.