Dreams of tiny people and faires

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I dreamed that my wife and I lived in a one floor house by the side of a fairly busy road with a small (20 foot) wide front yard between us and the road.
It was a bright and sunny day so the inside of the house was full of the warm sunlight you get in the middle of the summer.

I had just gotten back from the dentist. He had been using some miniature clay people (about 1” tall) at his practice to do menial work for him. Mixing up things, developing X-Rays, cleaning up at night.
As they were clearly sentient and he wasn’t giving them anything for this, I had convinced them to go on strike.
He got mad at them and banished them, so they had all come home with me.

They looked like they were made of play doh, but seemed to be harder than that. They would move and do things, but only when no one was watching. So, you’d look away and look back, and they’d be in different positions.
It was clear they were getting ready to stay with us for the long haul. Every time I looked away they were setting up small furniture and arranging items.
I didn’t mind them staying with us, but was worried they would get bored and didn’t know what they’d do once that happened.

My wife came home and complained about the faire going on in our front yard. I looked out the window. Even though our front yard was only 20 feet across and maybe 30 feet long, people were setting up a renaissance faire out there.
“Can you believe they didn’t even invite us and it’s in our front yard?” my wife asked me.
“Well, I’m not going to attend then,” I said. “I’m going to stay in here and read.”

I went into our bedroom and sat down on the bed with my iPad.
I looked out the window to the front yard. I could see that Gustaf from Das Geld Fähnlein had set up a fight ring on the side of the yard by our bedroom.
He had a sign in front of it that said “See if you can defeat ‘the Olde Boffer’” and was sitting next to it with a really big boffer sword.
“I feel bad for anyone who tries that,” I said to myself. “He’s going to kick their ass.”
I was tempted to go out and sign up myself just for a chance to talk with him, but decided to keep to my boycott.
Dream ends

Well, I know part of this must be from the fact that brickhousewench from the Geld is going to be showing up at our place in the next 28 minutes so we can head off to NYC and go to the Cloisters.
And, they just finished a run at a faire that I boycott.

I’ve got no idea about the little clay people from the dentist.