Marathon gaming sessions that go late into the night inevitably continue to play out after my head hits the pillow. My eyeballs that had been subjected to an onslaught of graphic eye-candy just can’t seem to stop seeing explosions, skateboards, or worse, large non-stationary mushrooms. In a collision of worlds, now it seems, that if I wanted to I could further blur my reality by sticking these huge graphics right on my walls.

I’m not sure waking up from tormented pixelated fantasies to find physical manifestations of my nightmares is such a good thing. While it is true I’ve thought about how cool it would be to actually be in a video game, I don’t think I want to go there just yet. But hey, now you can.