I once had a dream where I worked as a maid at an old mansion he owned. I wore a long sleeve dress that touched the floor. The mansion had a lot of dust and cobwebs. There was a thunderstorm one night, the power went out, and several women in bright colored clothes laughed at me for being a maid. They talked about their plan to poison him. I followed him down a hallway lit by candles on sconces. I needed to tell him, but I was nervous and I couldn't get myself to. After a moment I started talking, he turned around, and his face was paper white and without features, like Slenderman.