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This is an old dream, of which I recall visiting a large, white, featureless building on this rainy night. I was expecting to visit Dad, who had found employment there by some means as a medical coder. When I went inside, everything was as clear and as white as the building’s surface. Its residents, or employees, were strangely very pale and rather uncanny. They all spoke in monotone, and I swore that if I looked away, the entireties of their eyes blackened within my peripheral vision.

There were framed pictures throughout, group photos including the manager of this place and some CEO-type guy. Everyone in it was paler than a ghost, so I was somewhat disturbed as I searched for my Dad. I eventually came upon a room in which he was on a white desk, tapping keys on his white computer. When I approached him, I argued that we leave this creepy place before anything bad actually happens to us. He disagreed, whispering to me that his actions were all part of a plan to sabotage these people. I didn’t know who they were or what they were capable of, but I was certainly going to find out.

Dad and I exited the building, ignoring the hollow glances of the many pale men and women of the business. It felt like they continued staring at us even after we passed them by, suspicious of our actions.

It was a rainy morning at home, when I met an intruder storming our kitchen counter. I confronted him and beat him to submission while he screamed and jittered maniacally, leaving a trail of post-it notes yielding clues as to the nature of his organization. Dad took him away for interrogation as I reviewed each note. I don’t remember the exact details I found, but I do remember reacting as if I were horribly disturbed, and terrified of what these strange, pale people did that caught my father’s interests.

Dad returned with our handcuffed intruder, telling me that us two should “suit up.” I would have asked why, but circumstances made the answer obvious. So, boom! Like many more dreams I'll copy from my handwritten DJ, we donned our costumes and became Batman and Robin!

A moment later, more pale people (this time in Mardi gras attire) swarmed our house, visible through our windows as they ran about to attack the entrances with their many serrated blades. The first wave to enter our house was met with our hostage, who we threw into the crowd, disorienting our enemies long enough for us to beat them to pulps with our fists and our feet. We improvised by stealing the unconscious’ blades to confront the many intruders in our back yard, gradually fighting them off as we cleared wave after wave from each part of the house.

And… that’s all I remember.