Dreamt that I was at my old house on the north side of town, downstairs at the sink, washing my hands or something in the bathroom with the door open. Somebody came down the stairs and started giving me grief, telling me to hurry up or that I was germophobe or somesuch. He was biggish, wearing a plain white shirt and a street jacket. I had no idea who he was or why he was ranting at me. I was irked for a few minutes and was planning to ask the guy to leave before I called the police, but then I realized it was (a white version of) Datte, who had come to live with me for a bit while he got his living situation sorted out since his other family-members had been failing to make rent.
Another snippet I recall was me doing something down in some busy, ID3-software type industrial underbelly, with lots of wires, metal walkways, hissing pipes, valves, hissing pipes, etc. From what I can piece together, I may have been one of the Adeptus Mechanicus. One of my colleagues came to speak with me but he was hellish-looking, basically rotting, and it was possible to see the locks of his hair behind his head through the holes in his skull as he was talking. I don't remember anything specific about what he was saying, but given how grisly he looked, in the intensity of his gaze, he may have been trying to get me to serve Chaos, though he was being none too subtle about it. I think the imagery was inspired by re-watching a few parts of Hellsing Ultimate.
