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Wow.

That was possibly the most depressing dream that I can recall having.

A distant mining planet where my father and his workers gathered and shipped supplies. Contact is cut off, so my mother takes me and my two younger siblings to track him down. The camp is severely depleted, people have gone missing. Turns out they're being eaten by the native critters. Fighting ensues. To try and solve the problem, we make our way up into the frozen mountains where an oracle-type called Bacchus is supposed to reside. He is very much in the Bacchus way, complete with the togas and the wild, dangerous party. Every one of us is offered the choice of boons...and my mother's boon traps me into a life with the exiled native Prince of Mars, a handsome young man who is currently in a magical coma. Cue his waking, a wealthy but shallow and abusive life, and a fast forward to when I am older, vain, callous, and terribly, heartrendingly lonely.

And even in the dream, I can't find any way to stop it.