HunterX's Dream Journal

I am carrying a broken grandfather clock around the local town centre (albeit slightly distorted as my dreams tend to do with familiar locations), looking for clockmakers to repair it. The first one I find is closed, and the second one may or may not have been able to fix it. At no point was I at all concerned with how much it would cost to have the clock fixed.

The dream shifts, and I am visiting a castle with at least one friend. The castle has a large (at least the same width as the castle), flat, square-shaped moat surrounding it that is typically empty so that people can walk across it, but can be filled in times of danger. At present the castle is under attack, and the local army has been sent out onto the moat's surface to deal with the invaders. Someone of authority (possibly the king, possibly one of his advisors) deems the battle to be lost and decides to flood the moat, but the princess expressed concern that this would drown their own army. I venture underground into the tunnels beneath the castle, and come across the control system for the moat - a pair of large sluice gates, one which draws water from a river into the moat and one which drains it. The first gate is open and the moat is partially filled, but the progress is slow. As I head over to the control system for the second gate another group from the castle arrives, including the princess and an advisor who looks like Loki from Thor. Apparently whoever decided to flood the moat should not have done so, and the princess and I raise a stone slab from a slot in the floor which opens the second gate and drops the water, then I jump across some platforms to reach and close the first gate. The moat progressively drains (and some large stone mechanism shifts into place as it does so) and Loki-advisor refers to me as "misinformer" as it finishes - I'm not sure why, but given it's Loki it may well be a compliment of some sort. I am hailed as a hero and my friend (who now looks like Samwell Tarley from Game of Thrones) reminds me that we still need transport to our next location, presumably implying that I should request it from the castle now that I am in their favour. The dream shifts before the scene can continue.

I am entering some kind of cross between my flat kitchen and secondary school science lab to make my dinner, but the room has been commandeered for a film event of some sort. I speak to the guy setting up the event, explaining that it would take me only 15 minutes to cook my food and another 30 to eat it and clean up, but he refuses to let me make my dinner. Some of the conversation is garbled, but I make the assumption that since it is currently 11pm it is not likely the event will be over in time for me to make my dinner that night.

I am then woken up by a knock on the door.