Actual transcript from dream last night:
Me: Look, if you have to put [Father's Name] in touch with me, he can pass a message through
Tiberius.
Lolmom: lol
Me: I cleared it with him first. It's fine.
(Worth mentioning: we were in the countryside, and I was playing with a peculiar, fluffy creature that was some kind of bizarre cross between a bunny and a chick.)
(Brain cuts to flashback of this discussion.)
Tiberius: FINE I WILL DO IT, STOP BOTHERING ME
Me: OH JUST THANK YOU ALL TO PIECES
(Apparently, in the twisted context of this dream, the recently-dead Divine Augustus had performed the same service for me and was particularly adept at "losing" my father's correspondence.)
RECOMMENDATION: Stop reading about the early principate before bed.