Today weird thing happened to me,
First I message a person, and I remembered his name I wrote on the message app but I ended up sending the message to another person. Probably I didn't pressed enter or something
Then I dreamed of seeing a white teenage girl that stayed at another person's house, adults. She was being abused that she often "ordered" to bathe in a pool (like a baptism pool) in front of her room before being allowed to do another thing. Probably it's a custom, and she asked me to help her, she gave her hand and I reached out to hold it, her flesh was half dead. Her room got two doors front and back, the back leads to the main house, the front leads to the baptism pool. Yes that's the front and back somehow.
The second dream I was taken by my father to a relative in my hometown, he was a very old man with wide bone structure and square face, tall and with full hair not bald. Like those in mafia movies. But now he's rather unhealthy and often wet himself. His daughter said that even the curtains became yellow because of this. But I couldn't remember who they are, they lived in a narrow house with cement floors it seems in the dream, I just feel familiar but I don't know them.
The relatives of those families had another house, so I stayed the night there. I checked out a computer where I stayed the night and opened up there's a game. In the game you could log into another world where there were royalties and dinosaurs. The dinosaurs were smart enough to be intelligent but they are not really as smart as humans. They were used for hard labor and often treated unfairly, like slavery but that would be the worst case, but also that's pretty often. I got transported in the middle of a bookstore, like a modern bookstore and I remembered vaguely that somehow we could choose a royalty faction to use or a couple of royalties, or something like that. Then I recommended the game in a recommendation center, only I recommended royalties that's administering the bookstore.
Then the man who owned the room went in, and I apologized for overusing his computer, he appeared a little uncomfortable but seems like that's an ok thing as to be expected with people... The next morning I'm supposed to go home but I helped out the daughter who tried to promote the family's supermarket to university students near the house. It was a big project that she's in, it involves her whole family. As the people were trying to get into the car, I had trouble figuring out which car to jump into since they were heading towards different spots.
After all those weird things, I stayed up for a little and this thing came into my head:
What if visceral fats were like amyloid beta, trying to protect the body from stomach acid or fungis or other things that's to be protected from?
