I had a dream about her a week or so ago, though I can't say she was there physically. I was with a final fantasy style group of friends, who I think were also crackyfags on a pilgrimage. We kept walking in circles through a set of portal linked areas. there was a fancy mansion's garden, a swiss village covered in snow, a theatre dressing room filled with costumes and lolita dresses and a small, dark dressing room with a little mirror and some make up lying around; I'm certain they're all linked to one aspect of her or another. In the last room, there was a computer with hundreds upon hundreds of short videos of Cracky. Her hair was long and light ginger, and tied back in a way I've never seen her have it before. They weren't proper pictures, just little voyeuristic snapshots of her life. Some of them were her talking, others just laughing and smiling. She looked so beautiful...
After a while, it got quite strange. We were being pursued by an insane cabaret-looking character through all these places. He looked like a cross between a mime and a vampire butler, and kept hiding inside clothes racks. I think it might have been a grown up/warped version of Russell, genetically mixed with Jeff. Terrifying.