Last night I dreamt that an IRL friend and I started to take our relationship to the next level, romantically speaking. Meanwhile, we lived in a small mountain town that was under attack by a powerful witch. She had buried several other towns in avalanches and landslides, and she was moving towards our town.
Meanwhile, my more-than friend introduced me to a gorgeous Latina woman and it was no contest. I had to have her. My more-than friend was sad but wanted to support my choices. We didn't have time to fight about it anyway because the witch took down half the mountain near the mountain where we lived, causing a massive earthquake. It destabilized the rail bridge that was now our only way in and out of the town. If the witch was going to hit anything next, she was going to hit that bridge.
That night, my friend and I rushed to the home of my IRL former landlady, who in this dream was a healer and minor witch. We needed some protective charms and materials for spells to use against the witch, but the witch whipped up a powerful thunderstorm—nearly strong enough to produce tornadoes. The wind knocked us over when we stood up, so we scrambled up the slick, wet rocks on the path to the healers house on all fours while the wind howled and wrapped our hair around our eyes.
The storm was so loud that the healer didn't hear our knocks and screams at the door for a while. When she finally did, she said she was scared of the witch and, while she was willing to provide us with the herbs and charms we needed, she did not want to let us in her house. We spent a miserable night under a makeshift tent that we'd built with her backyard clothesline and the sheets she had forgotten to take in after the storm started.
Early the next morning, my friend and I made our way to the train bridge. We began to cross, casting protection spells as we went. We'd only gotten a few meters out when the witch, standing on a ledge across the valley, started to cast great shock waves towards the bridge. I cast my feeble magic back, repelling her just enough to keep the bridge standing, though it shook and the gravel below our feet shifted. We were halfway across when a train appeared, coming towards us, and my friend and I hand to hang onto the side supports of the bridge for dear life as the train swept past mere feet from us.
We resumed our slow creep across the bridge, fighting mightily against the witch as we approached her position on the other side. Despite our best efforts, the bridge crumbled away behind us. We ran the last few hundred feet to the other side. The witch had disappeared behind the trees, but she was still close. We gathered ourselves for what we realized would probably be a deadly confrontation, and then I woke up.
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