I had the strangest dream where I was in some world (my subconscious), and these people were genuinely trying to kill me – nice try btw. On the bottom floor, there were things that I enjoyed such as a music studio. As I went higher in the building, it became more treacherous. I was running up the building trying to keep track of all of my artifacts (one being my Gibson guitar). It was almost like they were living in some sort of bird, demon house. At the very top, I remember losing my guitar. I had to confront the leader (I believe it was), after they stole my guitar. I went to confront her – not sure if it was a her, more of a demon – and she informed me that I had “failed.” I didn’t accept this fact. I turned over the room by flipping the tables and even getting my stuff back. I escaped that wretched place and took no prisoners. Nice try demons, I’ll see you tomorrow night. Amen.