That was a segue from a dream where I was bouncing around between temporary apartments, couch surfing and discount motel rooms, making do with small and dwindling funds and housing-insecure, and there was a time machine I had appropriated, which the inventor and another opportunist were both trying to recover. The time machine was somwhow connected to escaping the money insecurity for me, but I was trying to return it to the inventor and make sure the other guy didn't get it. There was a distinct Cornelius Chronicles schizophrenic feel, where the observer was never quite sure if the characters were genuine, or delusions of other characters. There was also a lot of driving geography, distorted in that Kafkaesque way around the Florida/Georgia border coastal area into the puzzle of islands connected by bridges and ferries.
Dreamed I got bored with my main CRPG game, so I spun up a beastmaster. After the first room raided, during which guards arrived and we had to evade, the castle quickly became somebody's house, and my chimera pet became a person who was helping me case and find an unlocked and unwatched entry point. Unwatched - because the residents were home. A little girl came out the side door while I was testing the lock, and I flew up on a gable and gave a thudding dissertation on why I as a black man found it amusing to act like a crow, although it was inappropriate for white girls like herself to call black people crows. Another black woman wandered up and deemed it offensive no matter who was initiating the simile.