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After watching <PERSON> last night, my dream was set during those times. There was some sort of gathering, and I was one of two younger adults there. One of the older women during the gathering kept talking about how times are changing and how people need to pitch in and not act entitled. When it was time to leave, she just left though, and only we two younger adults were left and there were no servants, and someone needed to clean up some, and also to pack up and carry some of her stuff out of there. I grumbled how she talked about not acting entitled, but then she did act entitled herself, why should we be packing up her stuff. Besides we did not know which of the stuff lying around was hers and what belonged in this place, so how were we going to decide that and pack up. Someone else suggested, when in doubt, leave it here. However, I somehow was not satisfied with that, did not want to leave any of her stuff behind. There was also something during the gathering where the more important people were not supposed to be there, so someone was standing in front of them as if to hide them. Not effective at all, but apparently needed for forms sake. And the less important people would not acknowledge that the more important ones were there. As they were leaving, one of the gentlemen had the idea that they would sign their names to show they had been there, so the other less important people would later see the names and feel bad they had not acknowledged them. The pen was almost out of ink, but everyone signed anyway, and there was even a sense that it was good the pen was almost out of ink, though I do not know why.