That Dream I Had a Few Weeks Ago

Maurice Fischer from Inception was my evil grand-uncle who hated Christmas. He didn't just hate Christmas in an "I'm Ebenezer Scrooge and I'm secretly good deep down inside but a sad childhood has made me miserly and bitter, so Bah Humbug" sort of way. He hated Christmas because he was evil, and hated everything that was good.

I don't know why he was my grand-uncle, but because of this, my parents decided that they should take care of him in his old age. Whether my parents were doing this because they wanted him to leave them all of his vast fortune, or because my parents are nice people is never clarified in the dream.

Anyway, Evil Grand Uncle Maurice Fischer from Inception was evil, and for some reason, he hated me, so I had to move out of the house. After this happened, I changed my name and opened a Japanese deli, which oddly enough sold only ice cream and edible cookie dough (which I've tried in reality. It's not actually that edible). I seemed to be doing well in this entrepreneurial venture.

EGUMFfI hated Christmas a lot, so much so that nobody celebrated Christmas any more. However, he still had one group perform a Christmas Pageant for him every year. Apparently, Hillary's mother was part of this group, because she came to my deli one day wearing her biblically-themed pageant costume asking if I could provide her with a fake ID for her friend's daughter. Her friend's daughter wanted to participate in the pageant, but EGUMFfI hated children, and Hillary's mother's friend's daughter was only thirteen years old. She would have volunteered somewhere else, but in the Holiday season, the usual volunteer places are completely packed. She needed volunteer hours for her school project, and the pageant was her only hope.

Then my dream did that thing where it sort of changes the subject but not really. I was trying to get this poor girl her fake ID, but then for some reason I had called April up on the phone. I asked her what she did for Christmas in UaFWTD now that Christmas is gone. She told me that instead of celebrating Christmas, they made giant oil paintings of scenes from Blue Exorcist. To prove her point, she emailed me a scan of her picture of Young Rin and Yukio Okumura playing on a beach (Rin may have been wearing a Santa hat).

Then I woke up. I never found out whether that girl got her fake ID, or whether my parents inherited EGUMFfI's money. 

But I remembered what happened after I woke up, and that it why it was a good dream.