Yar

Weird dream, I know, I've absorbed too much fiction.

I dreamed that I was back at my old home. At home, I had an enemy which took on my Dads appearance. When this person was away, I took their wooden Soul container, that they had put a portion of the soul into, and burned it in the fireplace! This must have been quite painful because it soon prompted my enemy, which had my Dad's face, to appear.

Then, some kind of battle happened, a mental/spiritual battle. Not sure on the details, but after fighting a while, a truce came about. I let them fish out the charred remains of their Wooden soul container.

I've stopped reading/watching fiction. It's filled my mind with too much 'cr@p'!!