The night before last I dreamt I was in a badly drawn cartoon with my extended family. We were in a barren rocky wasteland (prehistoric times but with modern clothes?). R was the chosen one to suffer against this tv screen embedded in a rock thing which when only he touched, sucked his life force and he had to fight and struggle against it. There was no way of helping him: we all had to just wait and let him get on with it. Still haven't figured this one out.