I dreamed I was friends with Mario from the Nintendo video games. However I hadn’t been keeping up the friendship. When I went to visit him I discovered that his house had been abandoned for years. There was an old letter in the mailbox addressed to me and in it he told me what a horrible friend I was. The last time I’d seen him I’d told him we’d get together again soon, but I’d gone away and never come back.
I felt horribly guilty so I started searching for him. The first person I met said that Mario had become bitter and mean. He was supporting himself by training animals in very cruel ways. I walked on a little farther and found Mario in the park. He had an act where he made a tiny trained monkey ride around in circles on a miniature diesel locomotive while he whipped it with barbed wire. The audience was appalled but nobody had the courage to tell him to stop.
I ran up to him yelling “Mario, Mario, I’m sorry! You don’t have to do this!”
Then I woke up.