Dreams dreamed: I was in a large house, my house, but a darker, more Hungarian, bluer version of my house. Part of it was haunted by a seemingly jubilant ghost. She wore a purple dress and her gray hair bounced as she danced around the room. My friend Johanna was there, clutching onto my elbow, terrified. I told her it would be alright and did my best to fake bravery, but I was just as frightened as she was. The ghost lady kicked us both violently and cackled.
Later I was elsewhere, maybe another country, maybe not, speaking English to a crowd of non-English speakers. They rolled their eyes and yelled for the sheep to come take me away to the hills.