And now there is a tent behind my house. Not like a tent you camp in, but one from my dreams. It's huge. There is an actual ornate, king sized bed and a large table with actual maps of Westeros and hangings and candles and it's all exactly like in my dreams. Completely authentic. I'm glad I own the part of the beach behind my house, otherwise this would be harder to explain.
Aside from the tent, I dreamt about laying claim to the Iron Throne with the assistance of Loras' father. I have this feeling that my dreams are getting close to the end.