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[adrienmundi]

Very strange dream about revisiting my grandmother's house, reconnecting with very old friends/friends of the family, picking up on an old cycle of intense magic that needed to be stopped and I cajoled some into re-engaging even after having been burned badly in the past by a previous attempt (that ended in the death of someone who was a part of the circle, and whose absence was a palpable presence in the present of the dream) only to have it turn out that two of the group meant this to be a bloody apotheosis at the expense of everyone else. I woke up as I was figuring it out, but after I had to run around in the sewers and began to find some of the bodies. That I was still alive meant it hadn't worked, at least not yet. At some point one of the "bad" guys (the younger of the two, in my generation) either shot me in the face with a shotgun or grazed me or missed. I remember blood on my face and an immensity of rage. I wasn't sure if I'd made it until I realized that I was giving a narration; when I stopped to listen, I knew that I'd taken that guy out by fighting in ways I don't know (steel toed boot to the crotch, the head, then a spinning heel to the temple). I remember thinking, "Who or what am I that I could survive even a near (inches) miss to a shotgun to the face?" There was someone else (an old flame?) who might still be alive, or might have been an undercover twin living for years as the other and I was trying to sort out that sense of possible betrayal while still trying to stop it all. What the fuck?