Dreamed that all my IRL friends started hating my guts and didn’t want me around anymore. They all made terrible excuses whenever I suggested that we hang out for any length of time. Most of them seemed to be wearing some type of porcelain mask. I remember being the most incensed with Darron because he flatly told me never to come around again.
There were also crazy segments involving a railroad chase (how would that work?) and a giant chicken, but I can’t remember the details.
One final part of the dream involved Granny Mabel, returning from the dead. She had moved out of her home, and claimed that she had never owned it (when I knew she had) and that she always sent rent payments to a mysterious government agent named “Prefect.” I was in the midst of hunting down this shadowy, menacing individual when I awoke.