These dreams are really strange, but also I can open locks by just willing them to open with my mind. So far, I can't do that here. I don't know if that's something that will transfer over.
I got another weapon, though. A bronze knife this time. The guy whose house we were in gave it to me. He was apparently a son of Apollo. All I can say is if this is how the gods treat their kids, I wish I wasn't one of their kids.