There's been a lot of talking about dreams, that I've noticed.
I didn't think much of it, but given my recent odd dream, thought that I'd put something out there. First off, I was at my grandparents house or who I knew to be my grandparents. Pretty standard, playing out in their yard with pets. The pet itself wasn't like a typical dog. They were creatures known as "chimaeras" which had the ability to change their shape. Grow wings, ungrow them, whatever suited its needs. This seemed to be normal as my grandfather was carrying on as normal and it certainly didn't stop me from playing with them.
Secondly, it didn't seem like any place that I've ever seen or been to. Maybe my mind was just on the fritz and making shit up as it went.
I'd say that I need to cut back on drinking but I only drink on weekends, and usually just on Saturday nights.