So,

I am at my grandmother's house. She has a cup which allows anyone to ask for wishes. It is undulated in the top part, but otherwise it looks a normal cup. It's only strange feature is that it has a very small patch of fur inside which is white when clean and black when dirty -- but I often try to make sure it is clean.

At first I disbelieve it, then when I can finally use it, I decide to break it... But I can not. Instead I wish for it to never hurt anyone when it is used. My brother then comes from behind and pats my back, then says: "you are right, brother".

I notice that all the while I have been moving around the house, and now at the end of the trip I find myself at my grandmother's bedroom.

Your grandmother's house makes me think of secrets from the past.

Is there anything in your waking life that resonates with the idea of the truth hurting someone?

Thank you for replying.

I am not sure whatever it is a specific issue or not -- I had something in mind for a while, which is too an issue from the past, but I do not think it could harm anyone (besides myself).