So I never get up in the night. I don't think I ever have at 4:20am (4:32now).

I was living in a hotel/condo type place (this is all dream) and was coming through some double airlock glass doors. There is a highly strung woman with a kid. He is about 12 years old, male, wearing a skirt, on all fours, playing around going through the doors messing around. I am a mild mannered person. The kid is evidently mentally disturbed or something.

As I am going through the second set of glass doors the kid, on all fours pretending to be an animal is right next to me. His mother is out of sight. He points to the brackets holding the glass frame to the wall. There are screws which have all been backed out making a mildly dangerous situation. I am aware the kid lives there too. So I quietly look down, stoop a little, and look into the kids eyes. "Did you do this?" I say to him. He looks up-right in that "What will it mean if I lie or tell the truth" way kids do. Although he is play acting an animal game, and his mother panders to him, he clearly understands me, and is aware of these screws needing attention. I ask him again "Did you do this" Gently. He shakes his head, but I think he did do it somehow while playing around in this lobby as he, I am aware, frequently does, as he is often playing around this area.

I carry on to reception and see another guy I know there. It's very busy there are 4 or 5 receptionists dealing with a lot of people checking in. So I say to the guy "Hey have you seen this" and on another set of interior glass doors I take him over and sure enough some of the screws are backed out. So quietly calmly I say to him I am going to get a screwdriver to fix them back. The other guy says he cant believe they were like that from installation. I say quietly "well I think the lad might have done it" I am not going to make a fuss about it or accuse anyone, I don't want to make trouble, just fix the doors, its an easy fix for me to do.

A receptionist lady overheard me. She loudly objects. "How dare you accuse young [name of kid, cant remember it now, Danny or something] we love him!, he wouldn't do such a thing, the parents are so kind" and she gestures to the counter where there are three large bags of Haribo (!) evidently the parent of Danny have given them to the reception staff, as presumably some kind of smooth-things-over gesture of thanks for the challenging behaviour their presence in the hotel might have caused.

"I'm not accusing anyone of anything, I was just going to take it on the chin and get a screwdriver and fix these doors" But now everyone is looking at me and the lady on reception is getting mad at me. The conversation she overhead was held low and discreetly, now she is shouting and accusing me publicly for quietly looking to fix the problem. Thing is the kid was obviously lying, but told me because I have a reputation for fixing things, always doing a job. The kids father is absent, he probably realised the situation was dangerous and wanted it fixed without getting into trouble or god-forbid the doors falling onto someone. I had figured that out and just wanted to quietly sort it out. I had no desire to cause problem. I think the kid just had some pain making him act up, and his mother could not adequately cope with him.

I walked slowly away from reception to get driver, just remaining calm, and while the receptionist was outraged over nothing, I just ignored her. I am willing and able to control ego. The dream ended with me just heading back to my room/apartment to get a screwdriver.

I woke up. Got up because I was still flustered about the receptionist, went to the toilet. For some reason I checked in here, Q has posted again.

I just find the whole thing exceptionally strange. Hopefully now I can go back to bed and sleep? I don't know if that's possible. It is now light outside.

Oh. I see. It was dark when I woke up............now being summer and this took half an hour to type. IT IS NOW LIGHT OUTSIDE!

Dark to light. Nice touch. o7 I have been getting that screwdriver to taunts all this time, maybe now the screws can be driven home and the dangerous situation fixed, maybe Danny can get the masculine energy in his life he clearly needs, maybe then he will lose the skirt, get up off all-fours and stand on his feet. He will be happier. I don't think the receptionist is the type to apologise though.