Dreamt about a “National Treasure” style clue hunt about how third cousins were secretly rich.
The family was gifted this old picnic ground nicknamed “The Castle” as the “last” of an old fortune. The picnic tables were under a pavilion that resembled a castle.
At a reunion there family were comparing old photos of events at The Castle trying to put names to faces, fill holes in genealogy charts, figure out why so few people “survived”.
I was unable to translate the rest of the “motto”, but was distracted by a “utility box” nearby that the greek letter scratchings seemed to lead to. Removing the plastic cover of the utility box revealed a fascinating wooden box inside with a fraternal order’s letters and insignia on its side. It turned out to be mid-century “oracle”. The box was a pinball machine for marbles of various sizes that on inspection turned out to be “magic 8-ball-like”.
In a different thread lots of talk about hosting a party at The Castle mentioned using some of “Uncle Mike’s” fashion advice in planning that party.
Turned out Uncle Mike was a Giant Human Red Flag. Probing people’s memories of Uncle Mike and if he actually was an “uncle” revealed he was probably one of those missing third cousins.
His entire bougie white guy existence about giving fashion advice to especially women. Just a rich white guy telling women how to live as a “job”.
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