Lighthearted!
Well not that weird, but on an amusing note I had asked before going to sleep for my dreams to advise what I ought to do next in life.
My dream put me in Edwardian girl's clothes and took me to an ancient tower by the sea. I climbed the steps inside and came to a room full of people dressed in old fashioned clothes (like me!) wearing little caps. There was old folk music playing and I was given a piece of paper to complete a mission.
I was then transported onto a victorian film set and kept getting my lines wrong.
I then ran away and unfolded the paper which was still in my pocket. It told me to write a children's book about the current war/child refugees.
WTF. I am a decent writer but I'd rather eat my own teeth than write a book about anything. I am also not remotely well versed in war ndhave never had children. I would not know where to start. I'm already a painter so close in creative terms but god no!
Advice to the curious, never ask your dreams for an answer, you might not like or agree with it 