I had a really weird dream last night.

I was climbing up a tower that resembled my grandmother's old house. Each floor of the tower had an encyclopedia that corresponded to a certain letter of the alphabet. I was trying to collect all of these encyclopedias, for some reason.

The dream shifted. This time, I was in my aunt's house, and I was inside a huge library. I somehow got the impression that this was my uncle's library, even though my aunt's fifty six and has been single her entire life. I snatched a couple of magazines from the library and ran out.

Next, I was in a room in my aunt's house, reading the magazines. Suddenly, the door opened. I was afraid that it was my uncle. She was holding a bee in her hand. My mom said that the bee was my uncle and that he was okay with me snatching the magazines. The bee buzzed. I was afraid that it was about to sting me.

The dream ended.

In...slightly less strange news, I finally got a Periodic Table with the three new elements, and my interview is in a few hours.