Last night I had a dream, but the details are fuzzy. I was in a house that was huge and seemed to go on forever, with all these winding secret passages and hidden rooms. I was being chased, or I was trying to reach a certain room before someone else did. For some reason I thought, "I created these people, why are they trying to kill my family?"
I reached a bedroom. It was dark, nighttime, and someone whose face I could not see was sleeping in bed. Grandma Jo was either already there or with me. Apparently the woman in bed was supposed to be my great-grandmother, and someone was trying to kill her. Grandma Jo and I got in the bed on either side of her to protect her.
A man came in with a weapon. I jumped out of bed and grabbed this pair of enormous shears or scissors. He started to come toward me and I cut him in half at the waist. He looked like no character I have ever created, and yet it was supposed to be someone I made.
Then I went through a door and was in this massive old timey Victorian asylum, but it had been turned into a nursing home with green tinted windows. I was looking through a window at the same woman who was supposed to be my great-grandmother, but she looked unfamiliar. A nurse came and asked me what I was doing there. I said I was there to see my great grandma, and she coaxed the unfamiliar woman out. I told her there's been some mistake, I'm just here to visit her, not to take her with me. I couldn't put that burden on Grandma Jo.
I either woke up at that point or I don't remember what happened next.
