I dreamed that my little sister and I were in some weird slummy part of some town that I've never even heard of, and we ended up in some bar place. Then this weird guy in black tried to kidnap my little sister, so we ran away, and we kept running and running through town until we bumped into...
"Richard Maxwell, at your service!"
And then he offered to help us, but for some reason, I was feeling a lot like Lucy and wasn't sure whether or not to trust him. But we had no choice, so we went with him, and then he diverted the bad guy for about an hour during my dream, and then we got into my car (I know, I don't know where that came from, I'm only 12,) and I drove
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and Richard came with us and we talked for a long time and listened to Odyssey in the car, and then I woke up. And then I was sad it was over, because Richard's amazing!
That's what comes from reading Nancy Drew and beginning a fanfiction about Richard before bedtime. I don't think I'll do that again.