Dreamlog

Went to bed around 12AM.

AI Dream Augmenter
I'm in bed telling S about a dream I just had.
I have recorded it on my phone through voice, and an AI program augments it with video and sound.
It's playing an anime-esque intro about me as a ninja.
I think it is hilarious and cant wait to record more dream with it.

Game Night
I'm at my current home, though it is mixed with my parent's house from northern Michigan.
We are sitting by the doorwall on the ground ready to play a board game. It might have been snowing outside.
D, my brother, and my sister were among the group. Some of my sister's friends may have been there too.
D is standing nearby with a big bowl of goldfish crackers.
The game pieces are mixed with another game. There are red, white, and off-white. The game was Risk.
My sister says they were playing something last night, to explain why they are mixed up.
We start to unsort the pieces.

Grandma's Mafia
I'm at a mixture of my Grandma P's past houses. This one feels more like a compound.
Currently upstairs in the guest room getting ready for a shower.
My Uncle J calls for me before I can get in.
...
I'm out on the patio. It's sunny.
There is a wooden file organizer, and there are dollars sorted into smaller sections of it. I think I see a $1000 bill.
A black lanky man approaches and I'm worried he'll attack me.
Turns out he's just here for payment.
I now 'know' the backstory that my Grandma P runs some mafia operation.
I direct the man to my Grandma, because I don't know how to pay him.
My Grandma P shows up, gives him some money and walks him out.
My brother and sister are here now.
My Grandma P gives me a see-thru golden ball, and there is a sudden urgency to deliver it to a safety shed nearby.
I run to the shed, make it past a closing metal door, then a sharp turn inside, and another timed door.
Shed is barren and musty, but more brown and orange hues from the sun bleeding through.
There is a conveyer belt running through the shed, but it goes through a wall.
There is a tiny opening to the room where the ball needs to go, but I can't fit.
...
I'm out in the yard below the patio with my brother and my sister.
We're talking about the big reveal that Grandma has been a mafia boss this whole time, and Uncle J too.
It has been generational too. We talk about that and look at the muddy yard in front of us where some kids are throwing footballs around.
I reach a troubling conclusion that this mafia info explains my Mom's death, and that she had been innocent.
I see here briefly as a ghost, and she seems relieved that I understand.
I'm hit with an intense sadness and I fall to the ground for a minute.
My sister notices and asks if I'm OK. I lie, saying everything is fine, and move along.
We reach the underside of the patio and enter a garden area.
I'm carrying some garden wireframes of dogs.
Grandma P is there, and she shrugs off our concerns about the situation, as if we disapproved of her new bingo meetup or something of similar caliber.
We move up the stairs leading to the patio deck, and I hear an incessant bee or bug buzzing at my ear.
I start slapping my arm at it, not wanting to be stung.

All recalled/recorded on waking around 9AM.