Random figments

Date: 3/26/2018

I know I had many long dreams last night, but can only remember a few fragments: ...Being in a tall sexy mech suit and being excited to go to a futuristic strip club. However, I was also undercover doing... something. ...Being on a journey over land, possibly in some sort of turn-based strategy world. The usual underlying ominous feeling. ... The last dream, which was the longest, but only slivers remain. A trail through the woods. Some sort of deadly game. A house. Culminating in Crabbe and Goyle setting the swamp on fire in an act of revenge. Being inside Goyle's head as he lit the reeds on fire. He/I stayed to make sure it was lit, until some nearby swamp gas caught on fire in an explosion of brush. Being afraid that we'd waited too long to get out. Some sort of mites jumped out from the brush, trying to escape. A voice from inside my mind (Goyle's perhaps?) saying "When one dies, two take its place." I thought, "Yes, but not so rapidly," and watched in horror and frogs jumped out and began to eat the mites, then began attaching themselves to us with spindly sucker legs.