Magical Haunt of an old Jester

i woke up sunday morning drowsy. heavy heart. kept thinking of the weird dream i just had. i was haunted by an old jester's soul. a carnival was set up for me by hm for me to play around but i stopped because i know he was just playing tricks on me. i wonder who this jester could be. what could this dream be saying. i smelled around and the stinge of baygon from last night's fumugation at the shop stuck to my nostrills. i checked my phone and a number of text msgs came in-- texts conversations of the night before. mesmerized by the number of text msgs, i opted to go back to sleep. and i wish to know what that old jester is up to. sadly, the dream never continued.