I just woke up from this dream where I was like friends with or protectors of these magic invisible people and stuff. And then these two fshermen/evil-step-brothers found out about them and were like trying to do all this bad shit and capture them and stuff. So I helped them escape from this house we were in. I either became one of them or hid one of them in a jar under a rock, until the brothers came and tried to fight me and shit. I ended up killing one with a sharp stick that punctured his sternum. Which caused the other one to let up. Then I made him like swear an oath or something. Then I opened up the jar, and took out this yellow powder from it, and sprinkled it in the wound of the dead one. The wound closed up and he came back to life, and I made him swear the same oath not to harm these invisible magic people, or I would send him back to death again.

That’s just the kind of weird dreams I have…