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I woke up around midnight out of a dream.
I was one of several adults traveling with group of children and all of us seeking asylum. We came to an old monastery and were settling into an unused area - large open space... the refectory, maybe? The villagers outside the wall were not happy we were there.
One of the monks, who looked like a Dementor from Harry Potter, came to take one of the children, a boy. I didn't want to let him go, I was afraid of what might be done to him. The boy in question was lively and not particularly well-behaved but good-hearted and ... well, good.
I argued that the boy wasn't guilty and the ghastly monk, in a deep voice like a vault of the dead, agreed "The children are innocent". But he still took the boy.
Later, the boy came running back into the common room, in the shape of a half-grown German shepherd and in great spirits. I was not surprised to see him in that form and I recognized him immediately so I suppose in the backstory which I did not bring out of the dream with me this was the reason we were seeking a place of safety. He was followed by angry villagers.
The second dream was after the alarm went off. Something about being in a class taught by a male professor (college, not lower school) and it being important to exactly measure the pace of my lab mates but we were up in the seats of natural amphitheatre and the ground was uneven. I suggested stepping down onto the arena (sand) to which they agreed, but two of them went off elsewhere. When they finally showed up, it was too late and we were all getting our assignments. Not exercises, homework or practice. We were being sent out into the countryside to use magic and battle ... something. I was surprised to be partnered with a guy whose magic made him a "Thundersmith" (instead of one of my lab partners). Our area of operation was the Black Swamp on the border of Virginia and North Carolina. I don't know what my magic was but he was tasked to protect me from hostile attacks by weather witches while I did ... whatever I was supposed to be doing.
I was one of several adults traveling with group of children and all of us seeking asylum. We came to an old monastery and were settling into an unused area - large open space... the refectory, maybe? The villagers outside the wall were not happy we were there.
One of the monks, who looked like a Dementor from Harry Potter, came to take one of the children, a boy. I didn't want to let him go, I was afraid of what might be done to him. The boy in question was lively and not particularly well-behaved but good-hearted and ... well, good.
I argued that the boy wasn't guilty and the ghastly monk, in a deep voice like a vault of the dead, agreed "The children are innocent". But he still took the boy.
Later, the boy came running back into the common room, in the shape of a half-grown German shepherd and in great spirits. I was not surprised to see him in that form and I recognized him immediately so I suppose in the backstory which I did not bring out of the dream with me this was the reason we were seeking a place of safety. He was followed by angry villagers.
The second dream was after the alarm went off. Something about being in a class taught by a male professor (college, not lower school) and it being important to exactly measure the pace of my lab mates but we were up in the seats of natural amphitheatre and the ground was uneven. I suggested stepping down onto the arena (sand) to which they agreed, but two of them went off elsewhere. When they finally showed up, it was too late and we were all getting our assignments. Not exercises, homework or practice. We were being sent out into the countryside to use magic and battle ... something. I was surprised to be partnered with a guy whose magic made him a "Thundersmith" (instead of one of my lab partners). Our area of operation was the Black Swamp on the border of Virginia and North Carolina. I don't know what my magic was but he was tasked to protect me from hostile attacks by weather witches while I did ... whatever I was supposed to be doing.
