*Luke wakes up in a space brothel next to four naked Three-Tittied aliens after the Battle on Endor*
He rubs his eyes and regrets drinking the cocktail that Han recommended, despite the warnings from Chewy that someone who had never had it could end up having wild dreams of possible futures.
Luke, in his youthful exuberance, figured that it couldn't be any worse than the Force visions that he occasionally had while training with Master Yoda.
He shrugged off the nightmares of some unknown female Jedi with unexplainable powers comparable to his own, as well as the dreams of falling victim to the Dark Side of the force and losing his prized pupil, Ben Solo, to some new Palpatine-like evil.
"No" thought Luke. "I've come too far to fall victim to something like that". When he defeated Palpatine with his father, he knew that whatever evil he encountered in the galaxy would pale in comparison. And because of that, he knew he'd be able to withstand the charms of the Dark Side, even if it enticed him to harm his own flesh and blood...
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