Work

3 sleeps…although I’m suddenly having mental block despite them being perfectly clear just a few minutes ago

Other day nap: Dealing with work, coworker ST, her teenage son and weightlifting. I was supposed to be at work, but things turned into a gym, then I was bench pressing a weight bar with very small weights on it. Other stuff happened that I don’t remember now. Something about a hallway and talking to ST and her son.

Night before: I was at work and was seeing patients. Per usual everything was really dark (I don’t know why my dreams rarely have lights on at work) with only the light of day through the windows lighting things. I was yakking and bumming around when suddenly I realized that my patient had been there waiting and I was late. I went out and called for “Scott Peng.” The dark waiting room was full of people and despite sharing the same last name as one of my long-time patients, the younger guy came in with his dad who I definitely did not recognize at all. The patient was a new patient and a I went through the normal stuff except there was a developing problem: my patient was very nervous. He was refusing to get on with the appointment unless he had the medication “dimethylene something.” I was trying to explain him that we don’t have an inhouse pharmacy and don’t dispense medications, but he wasn’t having it. The scene was drawing the attention of the nearby operatories, and so I decided to get up and find my doctor. Some stuff happened and then suddenly, I saw one of the doctors working on him? Not my problem anymore, so I wandered around and was watching other people since my time was free then.

Last night: Man. I can’t believe I can’t remember because it was rather interesting. Only bits and pieces of it are coming back, nothing solid. It’s just sitting on the tip of my memory! Something like a boss fight? An orphanage? Bah.

Crane Game, Woman*, Snow, School

I was at a very nice, unfamiliar house that was a rental, maybe a vacation house or somewhere I was visiting. It was evening and I was messing with a crane game they had there. I hadn’t put any money in or anything, just fiddling with the buttons and joystick. To my surprise, the claw moved and knocked a bunch of stuff down into the opening! Whoa! Excitedly, I opened the flap to see what was there. WOW there were so many things! Weird things…that shouldn’t be in a crane game? I picked out bottles of shampoo, some olive oil, Pedialyte, something moldy. It became more of a cleanup operation than a get-a-reward-you’re-lucky situation. While I kept the things I wanted, I left the other stuff behind for the house.

Then I was in another house, a smaller one, and it was morning. Everyone else decided to go out and get groceries or whatever, but I felt lazy and didn’t want to go anywhere. They left which left me with the whole place to myself. Yay! I puttered around a bit, played some video games, bummed around on my phone, and read some books. After a while, I started feeling kind of horny. Contemplating my next move, I walked down the hallway, and saw that a door was open. Inside of it was a very tall, thin man in black and a shorter, plumper woman. On the bed. My view changed to an illustrative one as I imagined the man’s probable long member, them getting down with each other, and overall, just feeding my current horny feeling. I contemplated going to the bathroom to get some secure alone time with myself, when I realized that I’d been just standing there staring at them through the door. This realization struck mostly because there was nothing happening in the room, and they’d noticed me, too. I went in at the woman’s beckoning. Busted. There was an air of depression in there. The tall, thin man was lying on the bed morosely, while the woman looked at me with desperation. Clearly, things hadn’t gone to plan. She sadly explained that she tried, but that “it” had all of these white spidery lines which was way too gross for her to handle. I didn’t know what to say and, thankfully, didn’t have to because a doctor came in and immediately performed an exam on the man. No one seemed to mind that I was there, and I definitely didn’t want to leave with the chance to see something interesting. Unfortunately (or fortunately) when the doctor examined the man, I didn’t get to see anything anyways because the underside was covered in thick, white striations, while the rest held lots of this nasty, disgusting white…cheese-looking film. Definitely a fungal thing. The doctor scraped it off with what looked like a spatula, and I saw some chunks of something in it. I exclaimed that it looked a lot like cottage cheese with pieces of peach! Peaches and Cream! The doctor agreed with me, and we shared a moment of laughter, while the other two were just silent.

*Eventually, it was just me and the woman in the room. The others had left, leaving the room looking and feeling extremely sterile. She collapsed against the bed her body lying on it, while her legs hung off the side. She lamented the failed sex, yammering about something. I was distracted by my phone going off and was about to look at it when she grabbed my arm and begged me to tell her if I could help her “get poked.” She then looked at me in the eyes and said, “Can you poke me?” I understood then what she wanted (she was around 40s – 50s). I was taken aback, but spurred on by my own unmet needs, I smirked and pushed her back until I had her pinned to the bed. I began to run to my hands along her face and body while whispering suggestively in her ear. The door was still open, and there was someone next door to us. The fact that we had to be discreet and quiet lest we be caught was monumentally thrilling to me. She seemed very fearful of what was happening despite begging me to do it. My hands roved further south, delving into past her waistband to the prize, while I began to kiss her bare neck and chest slow and hot. She gasped suddenly, clenching her legs together and suddenly pushed me away. I stopped, noting the wild fear in her eyes. She quietly told me that she wanted a man to do it after all, so I suggested, still lacing my words with seduction and not letting her up, that I had a collection of dildoes we could play with. I could certainly help her pop her cherry if she’d like, and she wouldn’t need a real man. She wrinkled her face and asked what those were, the plastic things? I shook my head and explained that she had choices because they came in many sizes, shapes, textures. Whatever she liked she could have. They could be custom made if she wanted. Hearing that they could look like and possibly feel like the real deal appealed to her, and I excitedly watched her face change. She was going to say yes! I’d still be able to–

–my phone went off again. I looked at it to see that I had missed many texts from friends, family, and my teacher! That’s when the rest of the people came back to the house. At that point the woman, men had disappeared. The others came up to me and I looked outside to see, in surprise, that it had snowed! What! When? The texts were all the same: “Where are you? Are you coming? Why aren’t you here?” In horror, I remembered that I needed to be at school! I’d missed the first day of the school! After all these years I’d gone back to school…and forgot. Wow. WTH. It was too late to go that day, but I scrambled to gather notebooks, binders, and other supplies. Where was my backpack? I printed out my schedule and pored over it. To my dismay, it was a full schedule! Very little time off. I wondered how I was supposed to go to work with a busy schedule like that! But soon, it was morning, and I trekked out, all bundled up in my winter stuff. The traffic on the road was bad because of the snow, and I was glad that I lived so close to the school building. I got to the classroom on time. Half the class was there, but the professor was worried because it looked like most people might not make it to class. Plus, there was the inevitable school closures related to weather coming up. I decided on a seat that wasn’t too far away from the front, but not too close either. After all the time away from Academia, I felt really self-conscious about my age, but was there to learn and readied myself! My friends and family had texted me their support and that was all I needed to remember.

Paint, Cora

I was in an unfamiliar townhouse. Walking through the front door, I went straight ahead to what looked like a dead-end corridor but was supposed to be a shower. Apparently, I’d hired a guy that I actually liked to fix the seals around the edge. Well, he had done a terrible job because it was all turning brown and peeling off the walls. I felt mostly sad because I really wanted him to do well and peeled the fix off the wall like a sticker. What a waste of money. I considered hiring someone else, when I remembered that I had bought a nice caulk a while back to fix it myself. Something happened and then I guess I was trying to paint something in that area a mild, springy green color. A teenager or young man with blond hair was there, stepped in the paint because he didn’t know it was there, then proceeded to jump back up on the stairs landing to complain about it. I told him to quickly come down and off the carpet because he was getting green paint everywhere. Instead of complying, he was complaining, and I started getting more and more upset that he was tracking it all over the place!

Then I was on the deck of the place with Cora. It was raining, but she wanted to go out and look around. I stepped out with her, barefoot. Taking stock of the deck, I saw that while it was mostly stable, it needed some TLC. One section of the railing was completely broken. I had just finished worrying that Cora was slip off it, when she suddenly raced over to that point (probably after a squirrel), slipped on the wet deck, and was desperately scrabbling and trying to hang on. I raced over but was too late. I screamed, watching her fall to the ground underneath. My mind raced with possibilities and worries as I took off for the basement and the back door. It was fenced in, so even spooked, she wouldn’t get out, but there was also a lot of gravel, pavers, and wood back there. I worked through the possible injuries she could have or lack thereof. She was young and it wasn’t that far of a fall. Perhaps some sprained limbs? At worst, broken bones. The basement was super dark and there were 2…people? Living there? I ignored them and burst out the door. Past all the broken junk, I found Cora lying behind a tipped over table looking terrified. I don’t remember the extent of any injuries or if she let me touch her, but I immediately felt relief. Ushering her back inside, I turned my attention to the random people in the basement. They were two women, one older than the other, and I got the sense that they were…homeless? Poor? Either way, they were dirty and living in rather squalid conditions.

Then I woke up because I couldn’t sleep anymore. I always know when it’s time to get up because my butt will literally feel “itchy” or restless. I simply cannot sleep in.

Muscles, Hallmark, Work

There was a short bit where I was looking at myself in the mirror. My body was pretty large and when I flexed my biceps, they were larger than my head! I’m not sure if I was proud or horrified.

Some stuff

Then I was shopping and ended up in a Hallmark store. Initially, I was interested because the owner had a Great Dane in there. He was young with interesting markings, laying in his…container? The owner said that he wasn’t allowed out because it was not yet time. The store had just opened. I started browsing after that and was sad to see that there weren’t many things there at all! Almost as if the place was either about to be closed down or renovated. Another customer had arrived and after looking around praised the owner for going against corporate’s will by not stocking what they demanded she stock. Even though the customer was confident in that, the way the owner was reacting proved the real reason for the sparse and strangely stocked store was definitely not what the person thought. The owner seemed nervous. By then lots of people had arrived and browsing. I was definitely amazed to see products not befitting a Hallmark store like leather armor, helmets, and other such things. There was a person hiding some Halloween cookies.

A sudden commotion caught my attention. A small group had gathered around the owner. Some were sympathetic while others were worried. The owner was fearful but steeling herself for something important. Together, they left out a back door after a messenger came to say that it was time. The customers were all still happily browsing. I decided to follow. By the time I made it way down to where the group was, things had already occurred. The place was under a cover, but it was outdoors…though the sky was a terrifying swirl of evil-looking colors: green, orange, gray, white, black. I looked down to see a disgustingly colored bundle on the ground. Right away I knew that to be the owner of the store. She was encased in a mucous-flesh-looking shroud with metal studded around her neck area. It was over for her. Her entourage were being addressed by the council before them. One person fearfully approached their podium, reached the empty seat, and hit the button there. Everything started glowing. They were inducted into the council. I returned up to the store where some remaining workers were putting out cookies and other treats. Apparently, they had already heard the news and were setting up to celebrate the new owner.

Then I was at work. The schedule had fallen way apart, but I didn’t really care that much because I was super-duper sleepy. My boss was mad but pushed us all to the back. There, my coworker ST was already there. I kept drifting in and out of conscious thought, being so tired. She lamented that the boss had called us all in at 2am because the office needed to be cleaned out. Everyone else got to work sorting through all the junk in the cabinets. I only did so slowly and eventually just sat back and watched everyone else go to town since they had a plan. There’s no reason to get involved only to have the others complain about your ideas. Eventually someone called me out on my laziness, and I sort of pitched in again, but once again, was too tired to argue with what was happening. Bored, I went to check out the schedule and was annoyed to see that somehow they’d managed to fill it up with lots of people. Laughing inwardly, I saw that the 2 patients that I’d pulled over to my schedule were still there…patients I knew had already cancelled. Returning to the cleanup effort, I found that they’d done it: Things were looking organized. I started throwing stuffed animals in a game from one side to the other before heading towards my op to get to work.

Then something about driving to an amusement park which happened to be Disney. Some dumb people didn’t read the instructions and didn’t know where to go despite there only being one path to the place. I walked through the lobby to the machine, scanned my pre-paid ticket, and then swiped the credit card I’d be using as payment in the park. It spit out a wristband and then I waited with the rest of the people to be let into the park.

Ugh. I hate work dreams when I had to go to work when I wake up.

Car, Dad, Tristan, Music show

I was visiting someone’s house I don’t recognize. The place is quite sparse with minimal furniture even though it is so spacious. Lots of gray. Plenty of relatives roaming around. Also, there is Tristan! Looking very vibrant and energetic…except that he is quite a bit larger than I remember! Like, as tall as my brother big. I wanted to give him treats and was seeking him out. He wasn’t coming when I called because he was playing with someone excitedly.

Cars and driving in unfamiliar places

Then I was vacationing in a more rural, slow-paced place. There was a lot of driving around and as the vacation time went on, I felt more comfortable talking to the local people. Initially, I was hesitant because oftentimes slower-paced locales like that suffer from bigotry. I think I was walking Cora?? near one of the shops. It was hot so their place was kind of like a stand with very open windows. As I made my way around the establishment, the shop staff called out to me in a familiar and warm way. I admit that I was taken aback, but not wanting to be rude, walked around the front to ask them what they were trying to say to me. They were asking how my vacation was going and if I liked it there. I told them I was. Later, I came by with my brother to buy things, wanting to reward their genuine friendliness. I noticed that they had some really good-looking fresh pastries and wanted to buy my brother some, too, but he was buying up at storm, asking for this and that. I waited my turn, trying to decide which pastries I wanted. The BBQ Pork buns sound fantastic to me.

Right at the very end of the trip I was in the car and being driven around by my dad. My mom and brother were in there, too, and no one was happy. He was doing/saying something stupid and got mad. Thankfully the 3 of us ended up in a different car. He was driving his car (an older grand cherokee) in front of us, and I think had just dropped us off because we didn’t want to be with him anymore. Now, normally, I like to drive rather quickly, but on that particular turn (near the shopping stand), I didn’t because it was residential, and I’d also caught a glimpse of an official looking tail end of a car. He took the bend very quickly and accelerated hard as if in a rage or to show his displeasure. All of the sudden I was in the passenger seat and my brother was driving, so I told him to stop stop stop. He did, and I laughed out loud in pleasure! It was a cop! The cop backed up and hit the lights and sirens going after my dad on the gravel/dirt road. It was also an SUV. We didn’t get to see the result or the chase, but I was having the time of my life laughing away! What a great feeling! What a jerk!

Then we were at a music show, watching the program. Something happened and I seemed to be the only one of the younger people who knew what to do there. I dunno.

Dorm, driving, babies, hospital, grown up reunion, work, trans

2 days worth

I was in a dorm. With me were two other people, a male and a female. They were trying to help me find a room. We bypassed the 1st floor which was full and went to the 2nd floor where there were 2 available rooms. The male showed me his room which was crammmmmed full of stuff, like, nerdy stuff. His roommate wasn’t there at that point. Then it was the female’s turn. Her room was distinctly girl, but less cluttered. She never had a roommate, so she was using the extra bed as storage. We traversed the halls looking for the vacant rooms. One was not really vacant, and the other…I just didn’t want, so we went up to the 3rd floor. That floor was the high end floor…with the smart peoples and…richer ones? More elite, anyways. Interestingly, because it was the elite floor, the stairs led to a very large common area lined with musical instruments, a bar, and other amenities. It was super nice. I never did look at the rooms themselves (there were at least 15 available, meaning I’d get my own room), and so we left because the two I was with were feeling a little uncomfortable.

Then some stuff about a bad guy

It was nighttime and I was driving a car I don’t recognize. I suddenly slammed on the brakes because I saw movement on the pavement in front of me. It looked like some animals running across the street! Other cars didn’t see them and I watched in helpless horror as they ran to and fro trying to escape. Some other cars were stopped but others just raced at high rates of speeds. I kept screaming. Eventually, I got myself together enough to put on the hazards and hop out. They weren’t animals at all, but human infants! Quickly, I snatched them up, 4 in total plus the toys they were clutching, replaying the horrifying fear I felt but shocked and amazed that no harm befell them. There had been a clear silhouette of an animal that they were following, and I found to my dismay, the bloody remains of a dead squirrel on the other side of the median. I firmly believed that the squirrel had been trying to lead the babies out of harm’s way and died in the process. As I scooped up all the infants, I gave the sign of the cross to the squirrel for its saintly sacrifice. Then I turned around to my car and handed my brother who was sitting in the backseat the kids.

Later, I was at the hospital and walked up to ask them about the kids. Stuff happened and then I was at a party of sorts where the big surprise was that the babies, all grown up now, were going to make an appearance. I was just so so happy to see that they had grown up to be such healthy, happy young adults.

Then I was at work. We were all talking about Christmas stuff and digging through treats while dealing with patients. There was one patient that we were gossiping about. I just so happened to be working with them. Afterwards, my coworker Q was in a room waiting for an exam or something, so I ran eagerly up to her to let her know that our suspicions were correct and that the patient we had been gossiping about was, without a doubt in my mind, a trans man. My conviction? Solely based on the fact that he smelled good and that natural males usually have a male scent about them. Apparently the trans patient smelled a bit sweet. Then more eating of Christmas desserts.

Gable, Liana, Dog, Family, Beach, Pictures

I was in line on my commute home, except I wasn’t in a car. I, and the other commuters, were carrying items, but inching along on foot. In my case, on my butt because I was tired of waiting. The person in front of me was super slow and it was very annoying. Noticing this, the person in front of them turned and motioned for me to go ahead. It was an Asian female, and I had the feeling that they didn’t speak English well. I happily got in front of them, pushing my heavy load. As the line moved, all of the sudden, they got back in front of me. I was confused and a little hurt, but quickly got over it because at least I was in front of slow person. As the line moved along taking an eternity, I think someone asked me something, but I looked to my right and noticed a black dog standing there. I recognized her immediately. It was Liana! Really, I only saw her front half because she had scooted herself around the person behind me who was on my butt. I think the person asking the question wanted to know if I was bored, and I answered that I was but not anymore because Liana was there. I stroked her soft fur and then grabbed her in a big hug. The line moved, but I didn’t care anymore because Liana was there!

And if Liana was there…I saw my Gable running happily along to my left, but I had progressed along the line very closely to my destination and my family was with me as well as a different dog. It was young, mostly light brown with dark brown and white accents, the fur longer but not too long, resembling a shepherd mix. Even in the dream I understood that that dog was my current dog while Gable and Liana were a treat. I saw my uncle and met up with my mom and brother. My uncle was very taken by my new boy. I turned to take stock of my belongings and turned back to see that he was contentedly petting the new pup.

My destination was a large house. Unfamiliar. Possibly a vacation house. We got settled and I was still overcome with excitement! Gable and Liana were there, too, but unlike before, they were old again, not young…especially Gable. My new dog was with me, and I was worried that Gable and Liana had been inside of the building for too long without a potty break. With Gable so old, I feared for his bladder. The way out to the backyard was scary in that it was very steep down a rickety set of old wooden stairs. The dogs all ran ahead, and I felt fear because I wasn’t sure if the yard was fenced in or not and didn’t want the new dog to run off. Having reached the ground, I ordered some family members (there were other random people I didn’t know there, too) to stand at the gates or openings to block my new dog from getting out. By the time I’d gotten down there, he was super excited! I pulled out my phone and was busy snapping image after image of him running crazily around. He hopped up immediately onto the fence to look into the heavily wooded lot surrounding the place and just jetted around everywhere. Liana was enjoying herself, too. I was concerned about Gable, but he was trotting and smelling and doing his thing.

Later inside, Gable threw up in the kitchen. I was thankful it wasn’t a nice carpet, but the dream highlighted something weird in the puke: small round, hard pieces of plastic. Alarmed, I picked one up and then the world around me turned into something akin to a TV show. The story followed a younger female who narrated that just a few weeks prior, she’d been trying to crack down on the airsoft waste polluting the beach area she resided. She went into the largest indoor shooting place, berating the owner with some sort of evidence. It was an Asian lady who was shrilly in a tirade about how they had to shut down because a tortoise had died from the airsoft pellets, etc and that she wasn’t going to do it again!

I decided to leave because it was too much drama and conflict. I returned to the house and was enjoying the beach view from the deck. An idea popped up in my head and I looked around for the dogs, especially Gable to see if he wanted to walk the beach with me like old times. In my plans, I pictured me walking the new dog on a leash while Gable and Liana ran free (because I can’t bridle them anymore, they’re no longer mine to own). They were nowhere to be found. Instead, I saw some people I hadn’t met in a while (unfamiliar) and wanted pictures. I took some nice ones of my mom sitting with someone, and then wanted her to take pictures of me! I sat down on the picturesque bench first with that person, then with my brother. I kept complaining about why he was squishing me and to move back to his right, but he kept scooting over to me, and as it turns out, my dad (didn’t see his face) was sitting on my brother’s right. Then there were more pictures with more people. When I went to take the phone back from my mom, I realized it wasn’t even my phone, it was something wrapped in some paper. Unwrapping it, I found it was just a piece of drywall underneath and was super annoyed. My phone only had 3 pictures, 2 of which were blurry. My mom had disappeared.

Dogs, Houses

We were driving in a car and it was getting dark. I was sitting in my usual spot in the back while my dad drove, watching the sky turn a purplish orange. When we arrived back at the destination, a house (my house), he proceeded to park across the sidewalk with one of the dark sedan’s wheels down the curb. I was annoyed but didn’t say anything and got out without complaint even though my side of the car was sitting about a foot in the air. I directed the rest of my family into the building. It was…run down. Not that I cared because that’s why it was so cheap. A portion of the house had moved, though, since I was last there, so I went to go check out why it was doing that. Turns out, the portion that had moved around and then back to where it was supposed to be, was a garage except there weren’t any cars in it. Instead, there were 2 dogs left behind with a lot of junk. It seemed like they had been there for a while. There was a husky and some other dog that didn’t bother getting up. Both friendly. I closed the door and set about trying to figure out how the place had moved like that. The husky didn’t disappoint. It hopped down off the rusted metal bunkbed, went to the door, and wrenched the lever handle until it opened. Ah. That’s how. My sister lamented that the previous owners had allowed the dogs to sleep on the beds like that. I agreed that it would be a hard habit to break in the future. Everything in the place was tickling my nose and disgusted me, so I started clearing things out. Some time passed and I had managed to get half of the things out. The boxes underneath everything was so worn out and wet with probable dog pee. My sister had been busy buying new things to replace all the stuff with.

Then I was with my mom driving in a different neighborhood. We’d stopped to ask directions or at a small store where the clerk had informed us that a tragedy had occurred near the house we were searching for. A man’s adult son had gone missing and was mostly likely drowned in the lake/pond. They hadn’t found his body yet. We made our way to the destination. As we got out of the car, I noted that the only neighbor to that house had expanded it from the original smaller homes the neighborhood had been founded with. I was super stoked to check this house out because not only was it cheaper than the other home, but it was in much better condition. Not the best condition, but better. I was raving about how it was awesome because one side of the large property butted up with a “main” road (like, 2 lanes and old), it had a small access to the main road right in front in case of emergencies, and there was a creek behind as well as a lake/pond across the street in the front. It was gorgeous. My mom mentioned the drowned guy, and I turned around to look at the property. That’s when I realized exactly how big the neighboring home was; a 3 level, sprawling structure clearly created to enjoy the view of the lake. Huh. We were standing in the street at the point, and I finally noted the neighbors from that house. I’d seen them cut through the property I wanted to get to the street, but they had come out and did it a few times (no doubt trying to be nosy) and that might be a problem in the future. While my mom went inside the house to check it out, I traversed the yard. I love yards. It was big, but not too big! As I looked around, I was planning what kind of fence and where to put one when I got to the edge of the property near the neighbors. Their house was basically butt up right to the edge of the property. I saw that they had put a small partition either for a small dog or to cordon off a garden plot…except. It was on MY property (or what would be my property). Clearly the house had been vacant for a while and the idiots were taking over everything, acting like it was theirs. As I inspected the place, I came upon more instances of them encroaching. My opinion of the place was quickly souring.

I relayed my concerns to my mom who didn’t really have an opinion about anything. We went back to the original house with the dogs. My mom was cleaning the bathroom and I went to answer the door. It was my aunt. I greeted her and she immediately went to talk to my mom who told her about the other house’s neighbors who were apparently my aunt’s annoying sister! I was like, what? They kept yammering on, so I mulled over my decisions on my laptop. The problem was that the home with the dogs, while run down and more expensive ($370,000) was in a nice place with seemingly decent neighbors and the bonus of being closer to family and work. House #2 was much further out, cheaper ($275,000), prettier, less work, larger, but with bad neighbors. My brother had pointed out that even with a fence, the 3-story house would allow them to watch everything I do. Plus, there was the risk of flooding and that it sat next to a main road where people drove quickly. An even larger issue, though, was that House #1 was currently being owned by my dad because he had the cash to buy it. There was a discount available, but that would mean I’d have to talk to him, negotiate with him. The biggest problem, by far, was that I didn’t have the money for a down payment on either home. I was so desperate, though, I have my own place. I was getting super depressed.

And then woke up late.

Castle, Uncle

The other night’s dream:

I was in a castle: stone walls, peasants working, hay, tapestries, large windows, iron gates…the whole 9 yards. I’d spent some time wandering around the place earlier in the dream, and then went away for a while. Adventuring, perhaps. I got back with my entourage and suddenly, everything was different. Many people had died while I was away. I was shocked. As I made my way around the castle, I kept pointing to places where the missing people used to be, and then an attendant would tell me that they had passed away. There were still people in the castle working, still peasants in the courtyard doing their things, but something was drastically different. That’s when it was brought to my attention that there was danger in the form of my uncle. He was holding me under seige in the stone walls of the place. Every exit was being monitored by him. While I made my rounds, I would see him standing at each exit point, smirking. I decided to try and trick him, so I disappeared behind a wall, but he knew my game. When I saw him at the small, barred gate, he laughed (silently) and proceeded to release a big fart…I guess that was his weapon? I wasn’t too concerned about any of it, confident in my abilities, just irritated.

bizarre, bizarre. I wish I remembered what I was dreaming about last night.