I woke up this morning from a dream where I had to drive to an elderly couple of relatives of mine, deep in a wooded area. This had to refer to some of my Mississippi relatives, I guess. Anyway, you go into their house and everything looks normal.
But no one was there.
You enter one particular door -- and it opens up on the GORG'S GARDEN! My relatives were actually Gorgs! We visited for awhile. I offered to help them with some healthcare issues, but Pa got stubborn, saying he does just fine on the stuff that grows in the garden. My maternal grandfather showed up at this house, and the Gorg family returned to a human appearance because he knew nothing of Fraggles or Gorgs or anything.
It ended when I tried to help empty out a urinary catheter bag, but because it was Pa's, it was huge, and it sprayed everywhere. You're welcome for that image, LOL.