I don’t remember it well, but I was told “sweet dreams” by my grandma before I went to bed. I said I don’t dream often but today I did have a dream. I was in this large hotel or house, with lots of people there, some were terrifying to look at or weren’t even human. It went through three days quickly, as I went from room to room and slept when I felt safe enough, since most of the place felt like I could die at any moment, it made my heart race they whole way through. There were oftentimes people who would attack me, but I’d kill them. I know Spiderman was one of the enemies, in the third room on the second day. He burst from the ceiling and we had a martial artsy kind of battle until I killed him somehow. It was mostly dark by the end, only the first day was in the bright daytime and most people weren't violent (I think my dad might've been there, or someone else, but only then) and I reached the end room, which was like my grandparents room in Brookfall, with an old, fat elderly couple who were not human, possibly slugs, but they weren’t hostile and I felt safe. I then went back some but I woke up before escaping the house.