My colleagues and I are controlling a lander as it moves towards the surface of what must qualify to be roughly the size and shape of a larger asteroid, perhaps a few kilometers in diameter, yet has enough mass and ability to project gravitation towards itself that dwarf planet would be more accurate. The body is oblong with a shape similar to a kendama's head. The surface's texture is shiny and reflective. As we land, the craft's legs slip along the icy surface like a pond skater. The contents of the dream can be compared to stories such as Solaris (1972) or Magnetic Rose (1995), wherein something connected to the body projects a form of hypnosis upon unprotected visitors. I recall entering a large mansion's foyer, nay, ballroom, ceiling stretching high enough to nearly qualify the room as a cube. I would soon have my mind broken and hypnotized, losing all of my senses. My mind was destroyed. ... Childhood. I'm present at a birthday party, though I don't recognize the other guests. There are roughly five boys and three girls in total separate from me, one of the girls being the one having the birthday. A boy feeds me fries directly into my mouth before I witness one girl being intensely violent with the birthday girl. When adults step in, the birthday girl is punished. A missing party member arrives thereafter, various snacks and goodies in tow, wondering what just happened. ... Classroom. I'm impatient for the day to end, as I have business elsewhere. Test sheets are passed out to students. One of the boys snickers as he soils my and another's sheet before handing it to me. I'm unsure what to do other than continue handing out the stack to my neighbor apologetically, they seem upset. I stand up and yell at the boy, his actions aren't right. The classroom is silent until a teacher comes to collect and bring me outside, asking if I need any sweets to calm down. She's under the impression that the boy did less wrong than me. I reject the placation, though am permitted to return to my seat and finish the test. I remove my stuffed bear from my backpack and feel his soft texture underneath my fingertips. The once clapper has moved to his hands, I've become fond of pushing it through and around the cotton. Suddenly, I feel a sensation behind my head before my hair is engulfed in flames. I could hear that boy's laugh. I screamed myself awake.