Dream 1-- Fighting my Grandpa I am in this large courtyard. There are green tables with green benches underneath. The tables are circular and the benches are really just platforms that people can sit on. They look normal, I'm probably just describing it poorly. There are maybe seven all around this courtyard, which is grey slabs of something underneath me. It's day time and by some weird voice or just by intuition I am summoned to fight my grandfather in the center of this arena. I put up my fists and so does he. I jab and hit him square in the forehead causing his face to recoil. He skins looks darker than usual, and he isn't moving around very much. He is semi-smiling and I punch him again. He starts talking to me but I can't remember what he says. Why would I be fist fighting with my grandpa?? Dream 2-- Apartment Disturbance I am in an apartment at the outskirts of some amusement park. I must be some live in employee or servant because I'm bored and there is nothing or me to do. I look around for something to keep me occupied. The room is dimly light by a lamp in between two twin size beds, which altogether appear as if I'm in a motel. There is a sink in the distance with a mirror behind it and a bathroom obviously to the right but its behind a wall with a painting on it. As I'm looking around, I see a lot of cards in a pile. These cards have red backing with a white circle in the middle. Somehow these cards seem very valuable to me even though they are standard, 52-card decks. I start to collect them and put them in order. After a while, there is a knock on my door. I don't really know what to do and I'm thinking about a plan of action, but my body just reacts and moves toward the door and opens it without checking or anything. This family of four walks in. It's a father, mother, son, and daughter. The son and daughter are blonde, with the boy being a little bit older than the girl. I don't remember many other specifics. Their excuse for knocking was that they needed directions to find a way out of the park, but I don't think I ever gave them directions. There is actually this awkward pause in the action between when they walk in and when they decide to leave. i feel like it's just a floating interim where nothing happens; no sounds, no movement, nothing. Then, after this little gap, they say well we better get going and start to leave. I look around and say something along the lines of accusing the kids of taking my cards but in a joking tone. They say "awww" because I busted them and return some of the cards. I see cards like the 3 of diamonds, this card uniquely stands out in my memory. Somehow I know they haven't returned all the cards but I let them go anyway.
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