I had a very, very, odd dream this morning.
I couldn't tell if I was a boy or a girl, but my family (or really my step-mother) ran a hall where every week a 'fight' would occur for entertainment. Basically like a tournament.
(This seemed to be set in the middle ages. Ren-like.)
My father owned the business, but my step-mother ran the show. And I worked there as well.
We had a prized horse named Explorer, and this woman and her band of evil goons hated our business. We got ransacked by the mob, they killed all the people, and took everyone's animals. They killed my father, and I ran off.
I ran off and got the police, but when I returned to the hall, it was fine. No one was dead. And my step-mother called to me from the balcony up top. And father too! I was so confused, and the police were angry at me! They started walking off, so I grabbed one and walked him back to where Explorer should've been. Then, we heard footsteps, and the animals were being led to ...something. My parents called.
I woke up.