(This one’s from yesterday.) I dream that I’m reading a strangely handwritten book about a group of paranormal investigators in their forties. There are two bisexual women and two men with long hair and big mustaches, one blond and one black haired, they’re in a loving relationship with each other. The fifth member of the group is Prince Charles.

Then I dream that I’m at the mountain house with my whole family. We decide to walk to the village but I forgot my camera and need to run back. I find a homeless man in front of the door, he is using a coin to trick our fingerprint lock. He’s very surprised to realize there are people in the house today, he begs me to let him stay the night. I call out loud for my dad who promptly kicks the man out. I feel slightly guilty.