I had this really strange dream, which seemed to be somewhere between the 16th and 20th centuries. At one point everyone was in Elizabethan clothing and in the next they wore 20th century clothes. Everything seemed to take place in and around myt Aunt Jean's house in Hamilton, OH, and Wilson Elementary School in Middletown, OH. My goddaughter Charlotte was peripherally in it since I was trying to call her about the cute young man mowing this lawn, then I was at my aunt's to get a new blue and white striped shirt, then I was in this council room for a vote - and everyone was dressed in Elizabethan costume. Someone had died, and a vote was going to happen. A pitcher containing the dead person's blood was passed around and his enemies were pouring some of it into their wine. I passed.