So I was a flying squirrel that could stretch its arms and legs out and float in the air. I was outside the gates of a large mansion that was in disrepair. People were convened waiting for a specific time of day when a fleet of ghosts would come out of the mansion and approach the gate and interact with people. The ghosts started coming out and they looked like pale, sad, old-timey peeps in suits that were sort of see-through but flickery, like black and white movie characters.
One approached me and I wanted to interact with it. In my field of vision a digital menu popped up. I could A. choose to not touch the ghost or B. latch onto its waist with my claws. I chose to latch onto its waist. Another menu popped up and prompted me to A. act aloof to the ghost or B. stare into its eyes lovingly. I selected to stare in its eyes and wondered why other people would ever choose the other option. I don't remember what happened after that.
The next part of the dream I was human again and I was wandering around in a forest with a guy who I can't remember the identity of. We approached a huge indentation in the ground that looked like a football-field sized underground pool should be in it, but there was freshly mowed green grass covering the entire thing including the walls. The guy and I hung off the edge and dropped down into it. We walked across the field, which was apparently the new Twins Stadium, and decided we wanted to kiss under the score board. While we were walking we saw a newsroom carved into the wall that was filled with journalists wearing hats and throwing papers everywhere. We went to kiss and a bunch of the journalists were walking all over the place saying "hi" to us like we were supposed to be there. Then I woke up.
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