I didn't think I was nearly as obsessed with this comic as my subconscious mind seems to be...
Last night I dreamed that I had been summoned as the Perfect Warlord in Parson's place. I had been in Erfworld for many turns - I'm not sure how long, but a good ways past the Battle for Gobwin Knob. And Sizemore and I had become close friends.
Anyway, when the dream started, something distressing had just happened. Erfworld had been restored to a savepoint shortly after I got summoned! The natives have no idea that savepoints even exist, of course, as their memories are restored to the old state along with everything else; but I, as an outsider, could clearly remember everything that had happened in my 'past life'.
I went to see Sizemore in his room and tried to explain this to him. He, being unable to comprehend or cope with this, and alarmed that I seemed to know WAY too much about GK and its war footing (given what a complete newbie I had seemed not long previous), started throwing wild accusations at me of being a plant from some other side, a spy, a traitor. I finally got through to him by repeating to him something he'd told me in the vanished turns, something he'd never told anyone else - King Saline's words to him the turn before he was croaked. (I don't recall what they were, except they were poignant and ironic, given what happened the next turn.)
He stared at me, shocked, and started to wrap his mind around what I was saying. And then it happened again! All the Erf shimmered, and got restored once more... I found myself in front of Sizemore's door again, with the whole conversation to do over.
And the thing that really ticked me off? Somehow I knew (the way one does in dreams) that these restores had nothing to do with me and Sizemore; they had to do with a battle occurring on the other side of Erfworld, and my life and relationships were totally unintended and unknown casualties.
I was so angry with Fate that I woke up. :) Very Groundhog Day, without the happy ending.